Garden like heaven spread with full of roses
Laden with various hues and poses
Sudden bovine yell of herds of sheeps entered
Hastening the exists of their sullen heap centred
A circular arena of jasmine flowers fixed
Bleating of sheep still perusing mixed
All getting collected under the tin shed
Searching for renunciatotry shade
Innocent rose petals sanguinely shake
Nature 's splendour is still awake
Ignorant eyes try to decipher scenes
When rainbow scatters at the sky serene
Ideological evening elevates the mind

Between the wide blue sky and my eyes stars just twinkle
Sitting on the sandy beach pebbles attract with their sprinkle
In the gallery of seagulls I bend my head with the question mark
Confronting problematic perceptions Lingering in my life dark
I Silently gaze over waves for getting solutions
But they rise and fall bringing revolutions
Sea water as if guesses my perfidies
Stares at me intoxicated with exuberance specified
My committed sins and follies
My World full of arrogance collapses and pasidiifies
I am banished from the realm of love
Failures of life stands all above

Sitting on a folding chair at the top of mound of a small hill
Getting somewhat sinked with the cool breeze rather chill
Staring out at the blue delight of the sea shore
Human habitations appearing in miniature to score
Surrounding hutments, houses, factories and the ancient fort
The minarets of red mosque and high court
All buildings rising to meet the crimson sky
Sky as usual stable with  some clouds here and there to weigh
Sheltering and embracing kites at their free fly
Between the sky and my tired eyes
There is complete wide gap and Perturbing sigh

Often the paintings keep expressing in unexpected ways
Freeing their internal spirit and the weight of subjects spreading their rays
They come alive with simple joy, touch and taste
Muddy smell of earth fills in their nostrils chaste
The painting of spring bloom of palash
Spreads its fragrance all around and abash
The paintings of the blue sea
Tastes salty and the waves dance in glee
Paintings of huts with Cowdung mopped floor
Straw and hey roof and vessels earthenware
Appear sophisticated and fair
All the painting S's consciousness seems collective
Classical theme of rare subject is objective
Painting canvas is loaded with variety of motifs
Birds, animals, nature all appear natural not stiff
To determine artist's imagery remains a puzzle tough

The magnificent glowing dot applied on forehead
Appearing majestic between the brows round and spread
It invokes readily the conscience of the on looker
Like a head  lamp red in color
Saves everyone from stumbling
Now a days it just adopts any form for fixing
A reflection that  of an enchanting pendant
Gushes through one's vision
Attracts with its dimension

Sorrow and pain from our life are not far away
Pain seldom dissolves often appears and sways
Taste of tears now and then ever ready  to betray
Life often strucks down by some or other cause
Sympathetic understanding of suffering oppression
Asserts in the name of liberation ending in depression
And we feel human spirit is irrepressible
Personal dilemmas become rather universal
Massive conflicts of our life reflect in our behavior
Interwoven experiences ostensibly covers manners
And injustice and exploitation wait for suitable savior

Dusty tracks touch the life's flowing river
River that passes through situation's rugged rocks to empower
On the shore of incident's river bed burned pyres of throttled love that suffers
Mute pathos of crimson dreams in the eyes buffer
Walls of emotions emit feelings to discover
Souls try to witness festive moods lighter
But granites of thoughts with fears shiver
Naked trees around life's circumference, whose leaves quiver
Exhausted hopes rock like shadows to rediscover
Whispering butterflies fly with sweetness to shower
And laughter reverberates at our life's land of sorrows with veil to cover