Feet buried on sand
Legs drenched in sands's strand
To quench thirst
Throat chokes first
My search for water
And its bower
Slowly becomes fast
Camel moving majestically vast
Dusty storm moving in high speed past
Makes my mind surrounded with a new task

At this hour of clouds
Thunder sounds loud
Dreams just float
Like butterflies of ghost
Trance start up
With unknown thoughts up
My work multiplies
I dry my clothes
And rain drops make them wet
I arrange them with a net
Dry them in hangers
Like skeletons of strangers

We drink deep nature's bounteous beauty
Collect its sweetness as duty
Enhance its glory as pretty
Nature's beauty overflows
Maintains its glows
We should express our gratitude
As our servitude
Should not harm the flower
The flowing calm river
Never cut the Vibrant tree
Allow them to live free
Nature is the sweetest vice
Like we taste milk,  sugar and rice

Sometimes mind turns lazy
Suddenly becomes crazy
Like a stump stand stamped
With impertinent attitude Clamped
Witnesses outcomes unfavorable
Outcomes beyond imaginable
Forgets to respond to any activities
Engross in its own dignity
Lay's idle without clarity

Traveling in the brook gladdened Meadows ahead
Watching mountains of wearisome heights raising the head
Passing on the roads in the afternoons
Stretching away to the night of moons
A travelers rejoice in mind
Non stop moving of its own kind
Memories of past appear and rewind

Meadows are calling with cheers
Valleys are laden with flowers
Chillness of winter bring showers
New leaves sprout with bowers
Radiance of sunshine blushes
Crimson red of son flushes
Butterflies flutters
Petal of red rose opens its shutters
Green thorn pierces the face of roses
My thoughts alive arises
Gloom retires from the life
Happiness enters ending the strife

Waking up with sunrise
Watching the parrot sounding wise
Humid air carrying fragrance
Of red rose and their deliverance
Fresh coffee and its first  sip
Like a lisping child with fingers dipped
In cream and the face adorning it looking funny
My morning dreams taste yummy

Armful of roads are seen
Across the window lean
Tree like small houses in a row
Stand ***** and glow
People pace up and down
Eyes observe their dresses and gown
Sky appears Mourning
Roofs of house experience mornings
Dreams are ploughed
Like faces of crowd
Houses feel cold weather
Fractured thoughts limp together

Caught in the fist of overwhelming emotions
Waiting for nature 's external forces to interrupt my lucid motions
Expecting new blossoms in the life, otherwise surrounded by stale situations
Trying to embrace affluent impediments of variations
Yearing for the splendid bonanza of happiness to shower its bliss in expeditions
My focus concentrates on new creative innovations
And the scopes of stress gets eliminated from my usual positions

Like holy inscriptions
Without any descriptions
Nor any prescription
Just your signature
Respectfully mature
Like a valuable scripture
I had preserved
Kept it reserved
To show it to my grand children
A symbol of pattern
But to day it has turned in to ashes
With my heart developing rashes
As the soiled torn little pouch got burnt
Long preserved scroll increased my grunt

Rejoicing waves of the river  flowing  behind my house drives me crazy
Splendid sandy shore, where I play with the village children at the sunset quite hazy
Village damsels sing and fill water in their earthenware pots
I cherish my heart's desire to be alienated from the rest of the world and which never rots
Few men take bath and giggle alleviating their fatigue
Here all are in the merry mood without any interferance or intrigue
In this scenic ambiance, I spend most of my evenings
Until the moon's reflection falls on the river with repeated innings

That was a Stormy night, I was moving towards the hilly terrain
Heavy downpours were just obstructing my ways Drenching me from head to toe in the rain
Surrounded by thich woods and the wilderness of night
I felt totally deserted and I was searching just the ways to escape from the flight
Getting trapped under crucial terrific plight
Even my self confidence losing its balance was about to collapse, losing its power
I was desperate to get a roof, to be safe and to shield myself from the continuous showers
At this juncture, I noticed a man with a lantern
Till now, I was a single person moving and now the sight of another human pattern
I felt relieved, both of us moved together, until we reached our shelter
Here the most important part was the other person was coming from the other direction, but for my sake he was again made to move towards the same direction.
Giving me courage, confidence and a good company
he was raised to a higher level in my estimation

In immense jovial mood, catching the thrill of each pleasant moment spent around the lake
Drenched in the sweet reincarnation of magnificent surroundings and sipping coffee and Munching the cake
Eyes all set on the pearl white ducks floating and welcoming the new visitors
Tourists rejoicing and admiring the sight with intent longing and inculcating  the cheerful other spectators
And the vividness of of water fountains bursting with showers
The subtle sound of flowing lake and the jingling sound of cool breeze with its bowers
Steals my heart away, which gets absorbed in all the tranquility of the atmosphere

Rising spectacularly on the top of the small hill
With the climbs zigzag and the railings nil
Breathtaking sharper view of downtown penetrating
The old temple ascending with the winding roads painstaking
Supine and sated stretched shapely with pillars majestic
Several deities residing in the sanctum appealing with magic
The idol of kali all in black, Shimmering and scintillating in Radiant red embroidered silk
Ornamented with a swirl and swish of jewelry in pink
Sindoor applied on her parting of the hair
All the scenes makes me bow, with cupped hands standing in the row, I slurp down the sacred water offered
And pour coins in the plate praying for my fate

As darkness hugs night
With soft touch slight
Water mingles with ocean
And moon watches its reflection
Light dissolves light
With spreading delight
Passage move along grass
Covering concrete mass
Trees touch the river bank
And grow fine without sank
Darkness takes roots of night
Water takes moon 's delight
Eternity takes time' s plight
Come and hug me in my sight

Obedient but naughty children
Rather with no concern
Care free, gallop vibrant
Watching cartoons instant
Blowing wind in the colored phantom balloon
Not in a mood to listen to grandma's riddles harpoon
Clapping over Scarecrows on the top
Musing and listening pops
Playing with pups playing on the ground
Throwing mud ***** from the mound
Great pleasure in watching them

The blue sky
Birds on their fly
The fawn sand
The sea animal's band
And the robust land
The flow of waves
The breeze naive
Silence slashed
Boats flashed
Tide rising ebbed
Rocks washed
Tourists stood douched

Leaving the busy lanes and getting entered in the greenery fatigue vanishes
Mirth accompanies everywhere while loitering into the bushes
Countless exotic locations filled with lovely fragrances of trees and plants rejuvenates
The substance of nature brings thrills and stress eliminates
Getting relaxed in under the shade of a tree and getting ready to dine brings cheers
Viewing the fountains and its sprinkles through the edge of eye's rears
Transports to the replica of paradise and mesmerize

The terrain
During visual rain
Revealing obstinacy of rocks
Steep climbs to mock
Treacheries of limping halt
Climbing hunchback jolt
Difficult deadly stretch
Bothering strenuous much
Perilous attempts to cross
Brooding and moving pause
Dangerous cross
Lowly particles and sand
Small Peaks and strand
Still compelled movements band
Felt better to stay on plains
With plenty of rains

My sorrow cried
I  just pitied
And i tried
With tongue tied
To get rid of its noise
But I had no choice
My Sorrows sobbed
Difficulties bombed
And it was knocked
When tears attacked
Wet eyes backed
Sorrow suffered with solitude
I waited for better tomorrow 's servitude

A glass house  of varied colors
Decorated my room with its bowers
Which gave vivid showers
Suddenly fell apart in pieces
Left every where bits lost my peace
Brought stone reality
That glass's mentality
Brittle and ready to break
Whereas stone would not even crack
Delicacy mere bauble
Would one day crumble

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

Nursing your silences
Although with some elegance
I feel a longing to hear your voice
My empty ear Craves for the noise
Like the lonely moon I wander
And my secluded mind ponders
My nerves ache at your muteness
And voice chokes with sullen Ness
Like Curfewed bells nothing rings
Your silence just stings
My heart feels like the single tree
Standing without wind free
Break your silence

Sense is like the sun of civilization
Ploughed in the mind's soil for utilization
Radiant in the absorption of neutralization
Millimeter of dust settled in the brain needs elimination
Sense plays virtuous role i clearing up the accumulation
Refreshing mind gets annulled in anticipation
Sense cups rim of the mental flow into the ripples of precipitation
Sense sows the seeds of wisdom to the brain for its activation

My heart cries
My lips dry
My mind weeps
My ideas creep
My eyes regard none
My work is never  done
My life becomes dull
My thoughts lull
My strength drifted away
My breath shrunk and sway
My life becomes void
My expectations of you
I can not avoid

A wind rises in the tree's branches
Breeze blows and whispers in trenches
Lonely nights are spent without speeches
Unbroken clouds burst in patches
Long sudden walks through elephant grass pierce with ranches
After feeling secluded conscious waits for latches

World of merriment
With narrow agreement
Attained from sentiments
Of our achievements
With its melody foretells
Icy cool peaceful nights
Stars that sprinkle straight
Crystalline delight twinkles
Tintinnabulation sprinkles
Happiness and harmony bloats
Success sounds great and floats

Sweeping away the stars afar
Putting aside moon and sun apar
Brushing  away the branches
Moving in the ranches
Wiping the green grass
Erasing the moss
I create a space for my love

Love's confusion
Arises my intuition
With lots of questions
Sprouting and awaiting for solutions
About its quality
And lasting validity
And intensity
With full authority
Hence I avoid falling in love
And the moment I fall in love
I dismiss the feeling from my heart above

The Oldman with the ragged coat, stays near the river
He celebrates his life's each moment with fervour
The lush green coconut trees around him enthralls
And also  the fish swimming deep diving with a fall
Most of the time the old man spends his time on nature 's lap
As the wind blows and the masts of boat flutters with a tap
He embraces the rising waves ensuring  its gap
With a weak vision and thin body, he moves with a smile
In the midst of tangles this silver lining of smile lasts for a mile

Standing on the terrace
I look at the fence
I  observe a crow
With less glow
Sitting on the electrical line
I take a sip of wine
I Watch the hills
Little far from the grill
Men look like dotted
Just microscopic spotted
Air is chilled
I feel cooled
Bazar looks tiny
But small lamps are shiny
Monkeys cling on each other
Roads with hairpin bends just bother
They look like zigzag snakes
Time passes with eating corn flakes
Immortal shades move vibrantly
And I relax instantly

I cruise to the station of my dreams
And halt at various places
Where morning breeze's chillness screams
And the vividness of atmosphere graces
Blue sky shrouds in my dreams anticipation
My mind travels in its varied imagination
Slipping into the crevices of thought's emanation
I stare at the royal mansions and slums
Both adjacent standing together as chums
Rich Relishing the red pulp of plums
Poor Munching filthy sundry leftovers
My sleep sinks in to sigh of fires

The circus of life relates
To situations that inflate
joy and sorrow
Metaphysical attempts for better tomorrow
Drought of words try to express
Knotted calculus of discovering life's acrobates
Emotional Rain's fall on postulates
Time wasted on endless debates
Moments of life like clown's cognate
Situations inappropriate
Handling with lighter perspect

Trifle breeze breathing
Flowers just blooming
Leaves kept falling
Snack Slender awaiting
Small appetite arresting
Honey bees on the dome gathering
My thoughts are bursting
Emotions rushing
Wishes crushing
Storms suddenly stirring

Life is full of friends
Those who are now in trend
On pain listen and tend to attend
On joy join and enjoy
But strangers are seldom welcomed
I keep a distance with eye opened
Neither ready to get them in to close
As I can not deal or enclose
My emotions or feelings or disclose
Any ideas that arise and appear in any kind
Strangers remain strangers, if they do not mind

The season of winter has arrived
Sunlight is blocked
Cold chill air stands as barrier
I am drenched in the downpour of winter wind
From scorching heat of sun to this ice cold weather life is pulling on
Splendorous season I must say
Leaves getting filtered from trees frozen
Variegated light awakes me clicking and tickling
Finding moments of life's alterations, I rely on Spiritual invitation

Rain forest calls in awaited clouds
Thundering sounds bit loud
In falling half of the light
Peacock awaits with delight
It's eyes shine so  bright
Amidst the ocean's lap
Rainforest do not leave a gap
It sires always never takes a nap

Look at my thoughts
How often they wrought
Not much sought
As I loiter around the streets
Sweating just to meet
Old friends whom I greet
Stretching my shriveled hand
Giggling I hear and understand
Their taunts and metallic laugh
Which attacks me tough
Now my eyes are dull
I want to yell
Look at my thoughts not so well

This is still a home
Fixed under the dome
Where skins of comforts
And efforts
Are spun with care
At our gentle stare
Tactless drone of habits
Goes sometimes off beat
Clocks ring every hour still
Home gives a bliss sill

From light to darkness
Great unusual success
From darkness to darkness.
Odd combination effectless
Darkness to light
Its great delight
Rather wise
But to walk light to light
Is a great might

Working with emotional fire
I stand aloof refusing to admire
Drawing the fire until hands are Scorched
I melt my own self and watch
Furious flare of thoughts refuse to extinguish
When flame of sentiments shrinks in anguish
Charred sticks of thoughts are collected
I feel I am equipped only with fire corrected
Bones are my candles refusing to burn
Red heart so strange refusing to shriek
Till my heart burns in passion and grief

That was a stormy day
My conscious died
Thoughts just dried
Breath choked
Stealth invoked
Mind captive and shriveled.
Circuit calm motion rivaled
Forlorn identity was hanged
Untrod path banged
Existence turned in enigma
Found myself in stigma

I like to Caress my thoughts
Which often wrought
In quiet places my mind like a pool settles
Watches its own trembling fingers
Standing with sentiments lingered
My thoughts wait at the Mind's arching doorway
My emotions when low and heavy
Stand with expectations

At the hands of time
Always at prime
Life appears like sand glass
Very thin mass
One race appears
Another disappears
Sand in the upper part runs
out
As if ready to shout
Time to wane
And it is turned
Upside down again

My thoughts


My thoughts go wild
As I try to yeild
Before nature
As it appears mature
And makes me secure
The sun, moon and stars give me company
And join me in my ceremony
On all occasions
In all my creations

The difference between the structure of eighteen and
eighty
Then my physic was straight and sturdy
The lines of my walk with swagger savored confidence
Eyes tagged with clear vision staring at moon in elegance
Now the back is bent, the teeth have vents
Drooping ******* hang with doddering bents
How this transformation of the contraries  surprise?
Once this body gleamed in fascination now stands at the verge of compromise

Misty layers
With Illumined prayers
Dreamless winter nights
All dull not bright
Silver blob of moon
Appearing like boon
Time to capture
When thoughts rupture
On my canvas
With it behind a flower vase
That allows my paint and brush
To mix colors and crush

The setting of saffron sun
Inhaling gold, red and crimson with fun
Opening its red lips against clouds
That is thundering so loud
Flaping it's tongue in the blue sky
Where now birds retire from their fly
Trying to  hide behind the mountain
Creating a side to set's fountain

The Footpaths and the dark subways
Signals coming across on the ways
Twirling maggots under street lights
Bulls and their fights
Godowns with mice and rats
Monuments with moving bats
Cinema posters with slogans and manifestos
Smiling mansions with asbestos
Barking dogs, agony of suffocated huts
Noise of horns, nightclubs with *****
Ferryghats with fishermen
Turmoil of sleeplessness

Committing the sin of falling in love again
Questions me my earlier perfidious step 's pain
The heavy metallic expression pointing out my folly
Banishes my current realm of love appearing jolly
Often at midnight at my door, still my old love tries to knock
Addressing as cheat  and dither it mocks
I feel at the verge of my present world collapse
I wet my pillow several times with tears that prolapse