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

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

Ugly memories
Absurd reveries
Clumsy happenings
Untidy evenings
Uncherished coincidences
Drifting Incidences
Go buzzing evidences
Engulfed instances
Cloudy substances
Float like clouds

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

I have planted a pretty Rose tree
It is surrounded with Jasmine but it breaths free
I tend her day and night
Watering even in schedule tight
Find comfort under the edge of its cool petal
As I touch it close to my ***** it appears brittle
Her thorns are my only enemies
Often ***** my finger as if in mutiny
The rose Buds offer innocence
Their scent is their essence
Flower itself is all elegance

God in my dream said "Do not be proud"
Said it loud
"Do not see your big mansion"
He mentioned
I failed to understand  his narration
Even then I stood with pride
Next moment
I witnessed earthquake
I was beneath earth
Grasses and debris
And my vanity vanished
Around me
Though I survived

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

Deserted and desperate heart often clings to old memories
That often intervenes in the short intervals as reveries
Melancholic expressions fail at exhibiting  an artificial smile
The pain experienced in the past moments lasts longer in the mind 's file
The disheartened soul aches with buried sentiments
Even the icy breeze fails to bring chillness to the heart' s burning sediments
Tears well up in the core of eyes preventing the sobs to come out from
Irony of time fails to heal the mental wound, still wet not getting dried by the present time's doldrums

Using spectacles of a very thick glasses
Entertaining the passers-by and the masses
Squatted, chewing tobacco and splitting on the roadside
A small red carpet spread wide
Peneterating the myopic eyes in to the horoscopes
Offering customers good hopes with scope
Studying about the zooming planets
Defining about the stars without regrets
Mundane assurances in his given verdicts
Which seldom proves right of his predicts
Public get attracted by future images tangling
With all prospects shining and jingling
Shaky past transforming and banging
Cold cobalt craziness of it bending
Silhouetted small promises of astronomer as if trending

Skylark descends
Stares at the place
That it usually ascends
Searches for its nest
Which was once the best
Now totally lost
It sits on the rock
In utter shock
Feels the night is Omnivorous
The prey bird again proved to be stronger, with strength enormous

Last week hired a taxi
Sat comfortably in a ****
Carried all eatables and water
Destination was a fort to reach faster
The cab geared with speed
The bad roads troubled indeed
The hairpin bends and steep
Made me tiresome and to think deep
Still managed to proceed on the trip
The hotel booked was super
Resting in the room was finer
Then left to see the fort
It was really steep to port
Climbing was tiresome
Amneties were zero and gruesome
Came back disappointed

A thread of boredom
Falls from mental Kingdom
Stays quite hidden
Away from marathon
In every Intimacy
Deep within with intricacy
To know things become a war
With one's own self at par
How nice it would be
Sitting side by side with myself and me
Looking for own self
While discovering others in the shelf

How can I tell you about myself
When I do not know about myself
Not even some one either
Or closest neither
Like a wanderer
My mind wanders
My past and future
Remains uncertain
Hides behind the curtain
I am not my destiny
Just traverse in mutiny
I am perhaps a conflict
With discrepancies to reflect
I am not a resolution
Living in isolation
I am enmeshed with all contradictions

The blue sky covered with Ash grey clouds
Birds making their escape with shroud
Perhaps the sky soars for freedom
As the thunder creates havoc from boredom
Flawless geometrical patterns of raindrops fall
Smiles and whispers in the faces enthrall
Heaven and earth just touch some pathos
Washed plants as if contemplate to cross
Men and women without umbrella cover their heads
Cling​​ to the shade's surface available as ants spread
The place is unfinished scaffolded building
Uneasy combination of concrete and human yielding
Classes varied just jumble up creating confusions
But all reflect tremendous harmony of fusion

Recall about my experiences
The world calls with elegance
Has given me ambiences
But I feel I have not paid back
As something I lack
World 's throat is now choking
Still world is running
Now agony and fury is overpowering
Spirit is deteriorating
I invite roots to enter in me
So that I can return something to the world
Which has allowed me to survive
Above all to revive
And to breath in the vast open
Under the sky to spend my life as token

Is there a time slot
Or some definite plot
To rule our thoughts
Cartoon hours or prime time
Peak viewing worth a dime
Great leaders would not come
Out of TV sets
Keeping us engaged in our bets
Blurred images fighting
Sudden interruptions frustrating
Colors changing
Figures suddenly hanging

Over ****** stretches of water
Under the perennial shower
Strange geese as if fly
Making one look at the sky
Their tenderness creating friendship
As if they breath softly even in hardship
A heart beat of their hooves
Felt in the sands

Leaves small, big, thick, thin
With beautiful  chin
Light green, pale green, dark green but all  green
Some croutons are colorful scene
Loading the tree
Sprawling all over free
With twigs and stems
Fitted in plant's frame
Carrying flowers near them
Fragrance spread in abundance
To the nostrils to incense
Leaves have their own society
A club of property
Horizontal, vertical, conical
Above and below
Swinging and dancing
Drawing in winds palm
Appear calm

Sun suddenly seem to melt
With its rays knelt
Thoughts getting claustrophobic
Mind waits to witness  some magic
Watching the narrow lanes
Walls of temple  plane
Beggar sitting outside counting the coins
Under the red sun with ****
Loneliness of him perishes.
As the crowd rushes

God is present
With eminence
And magnificene
He is found in each particles
His creativity is real
They commit sins
They emit anger
We can feel all this
But God is so generous
He easily pardons
Even then his creations
Refuse to accept his doctrines
And do according to their wish


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The train of my life is moving very fast
Years are rolling on the track leaving the memories in past
Though I want to live in the present forever to last
Now just confined to bed l am lost in my old attitude
When nature interacted with me erasing my solitude
Though each moment they changed their attitude
Trees offered me shade and I was filled with their magnitude
Barefooted I strolled in my green lawn
Where  dew drops would spread at the dawn
Now my mind is struck in the old webcast
Past and present linger with the whole cast
Spider of diseases spin and entangle my body which rots

She stood alone in the park
As I observed her with eyes full of spark
Her red frock simply rocked
Licking a red lollipop
And a brisk quick hop
Made her fell on the grass
Near the plant with the moss
She did not scream
Took the dropped lollipop as if in dream
Again licked and smiled
Not bothering about its fall on the soil
And was not at all in turmoil
Felt happy as lollipop was finally finished

Amidst the loved ones
Accompanied by goods
Who filled the platforms
A father cradling six months old
******* its finger bold
Longingly stood
Wearing a hood
Another person smoked gulped spittle
Third man paced restless as if brittle
It was past one'oclock
Then came the thunder with rumble
Iron shattering and the whistling train

I could go anywhere
Prevailing upon my kites of relationship
To keep its strings stretched for friendship
Not to stop it adrift
Leaving bereft
Heeding for your love
That would arrive from above
Would welcome felicitations
And bliss of narration
Gush of spring like feeling
Moves on my mind reeling

The life line of Mumbai operating nonstop on the tracks
Touching the strings at the roof getting electric energy to run and attack
Boisterous crowd boarding and clinging moving and rushing
Their endless routine and vigor without getting bored is pushing
Tapestry of their tales with their faces beaming with joy create history
The deepest rapid transport making the human population busy but not coy exhibits their chemistry
The most easily available affordable mode of transport
Without any discrimination loading and carrying the passengers through and fro to export
And in return these locals are the best where none goes for feelings of oneness to import

Tiny bee enjoys honey
Without spending money
Sitting on the soft petal
With the feeling of great ceremony
Gently sways with the flower
Identifying self power
Does not harm the flower
Carries the pollen
If it bites skin is swollen
But the bee drinks nature's beauty
Confirms it as duty
Enhances taste of human tongue by its property
Honey that it offers us in charity

The paddy field with a good yield and its white rice sheaves
A crow on the tree satisfied with its nest's weaves
A sparrow perching on the top of pitcher
Chirping aloud seeing a snake gulping its eggs like butcher
A bundle of husked rice kept under the tree
And a big cat following after the mice moving free
The pair of bull sitting to relax, chewing the dry grass
Black berries falling from the tree being picked up by the masses
Farmer's chapped  skin of the feet visible when they rigorously tap
He munchies his dry bread and awaits for a nap

There is a small lotus  pond near my house
My steps automatically move towards it and get aroused
I mostly yearn to spend my time around it
Witnessing the pink color of the lotus bloom and its hues wit
Surrounding to its vicinity there is peaceful tranquility
My sentiments and emotions get drowned in its serenity
I admire the resplendence of lotus blossoms floating in the water
Attaining divinity of the scenic beauty, I feel flattered

Awake in the night
Observe the moonlight
Leave the dream of peace
Relax and ease
Make the moonlight rich
Staring at it constantly thinking much
Watch the lily bloom near the window
Find merriment in the night's pillow
Enjoy crystalline delight
In your watching moon's plight

I live in a house by the side of a road
Where vehicles pass with load
Come across men  good or bad
Some pass  looking sad
I sit near the window and watch
And there are cloud's Glimpses to catch
I see daily highway of life
People moving and their strife
Some with ardor of hope
Some slipping in the slopes
Some in smiles other in tears
I rejoice when travelers rejoice
Watching them has become my utmost choice
I live in the house by road's side
And like to confide

Out side the old white house
Where silence squeaks and there runs a big mouse
An old mango tree with sad look stands
A grey gate totally rusted without latches strand
They tell innumerable stories of fate grand
Old woman still sits with needle and wool busy in knitting
Stares at her stray brown dog nearby sitting
The rusted Iron bars of gate keep creaking
Something or other suffer a fall and goes on breaking
Old man is trying to tidy his faded garden
With it he is happy as in aden
Roots are scattered and the seeds battered
Weeds lay flattered, wild mushrooms gathered
Pelmets of old torn curtains clinging to windows
Helmets of thatched  roof witness rainbow

Life is like an egg broken
For situations as token
Some times furious  sometimes soft with options
When dropped and fried
keeps the lips tongue tied
Appears  little swollen with feelings
When sensibilities go on reeling
Its Yellow yolks are incidents
With striking moments
The white portions are clouds
Gathered with difficult situations
And limited animations
Which reddens when boiled
Appears disturbed and coiled
And in destiny's pan it is cooked

Paper kites of different colors are flung
From the terraces clung
With the string attached
Flutter and fly detached
Street lads rise their voice
Shout by choice
Sky aureates noises
And kites just poises
Bright colors just spring
Touching the sky with the string

The things that matter
Like the fermented batter
Sunny after noon
Makes us lose our reason
Afternoons after afternoons
Killing time becomes difficult
Hunting time is occult
Hundreds are seen toiling in the sun
Inheriting in return small piece of bun
Rich gets all the pomp and gaiety
Offers gifts as the symbol of entreaty
Afternoon exhibits affluence of dreams
In the living room things that matters makes us scream

Few occasions remain fresh forever, clinging to our memory
Showcasing their prodigious presence creating a prominent reverie
Once these occasions, created a grandeur in our lives brightening the synergy
And their  glitter brought brilliant hues, with inundated energy
Those occasions, when we were just engrossed in reconciling the events
And those occasions that brought cheers with their pageants
Now no doubt our hearts just crave for those precious moments
Even then the mind manages to the present situation with whatever comes on our life's show

Train is moving ahead with the speed
Every moment it is getting sanitized by paying heed
Forest trails are visual from the edges of glass
Thick bushy trees and shrubs accompanying with mass
Are kindling my mind with all the ideas to ink
And the hot dip tea is initiating me to drink
Laughter and chatter is not echoing in the coach
Due to covid practically the bogey is vacant none is ready to approach
But my family members are keeping my spirits high
I am enjoying the scenic beauty of cosmos and the starry sky
Peeping from the window that keeps up the mind igniting
And the tasty snacks are sticking to my tongue penetrating
Allowing the test buds to get freshen
Playing cards and chatting with my grand daughter is enough to strengthen
My heart and mind after this one year's is getting brightened

A visit to Delhi's Mugal garden, with the nature adorned at its best
Exquisite bonanza of blossoms and cheering plants that arrests
Green lawn and stone slabs keep inviting to its  idyllic scenery
The very entrance is so soothingly colorful filled with lovely fragrances which induces our itinerary
Our hearts sojourn for a while forgetting the disparities of life
Impish enthusiasm reverberates seeing the gyrating flowers in full bloom without any strife
Each visitor amidst this vibrant panorama relishes the sentiments wirh full mirth
The emotional rendezvous with the nature becomes laudable on this earth

The moment
And environment
Of man's fall
From above so tall
Lost in his own world
Hard and bold
When his own fragrance
Is Wrenched within sequence
He feels alineated
And perforated
From himself
And the world of lost self
Lost in exile
Totally beguile

Golden granary of  memories burnt
With all heart's grunt
Makes my  days lose its freshness
Obliging all darkness
Birds of imagination fly through my blood
My eyes shed salty tears red
Sprawling paths of thoughts tred
My ideas sleep under banyan tree
Which appears in my dream free
Shade Spreads in the narrow channel
Self flutters in the fortun's tunnel

Loitering around the world around
My mysterious calculations strolled round
Standing in the balcony of the seventh floor
As I opened the glass door
Noticed the slum and the small children
Some of them were orphans
They were searching the dustbin
Scrutinizing over the packets of food left in
Finally finding one broken bat and punctured ball
They shouted with joy and rejoiced over its fall
My smile disappeared and I closed the door

Tiny flying creature by night
Object of delight
Glowing and blowing
Flying and non settling
Tiny thing shriveled at my touch
It's silvery death bothers me much

Forlorn far off shores
Where we can not aspire for more
A coconut tree alone stands
It is rather old with narrow strands
Engulfed with dusty storms
It still maintains all the norms
Keeps eternity of silence
Stands shaky in elegance
Near by a brand new young coconut tree stands
Old coconut bends and whispers to it in calm
Requests it to communicate something of charm

Lighting the eyes with wisdom
Overcoming the boredom
I build in my heart nest of dream birds
Between the banks some here
Some quite far over there
In the dream I am off the shore
Magnificent river flows with roar
See the firmly standing bridge
And the river flowing under the ridge
Steering with awareness boats are just rocking

Stuffy starry night
Essence of dreamy thoughts right
Cups the fumes
Of sandunes
Of rupturous emotions
Harbingers with slow motion
Sit on Mind's edge
Grumble and grudge
Carpet of quiescence crumble
Mind little trembles
Ideas glide over slopes of morn
And dreams shattered lay torn

Woman gently messaged
The man's feet, who was enraged
She rested his feet on her lap
Gave the most gentle tap
She was eager to his comforting
Helping on prompting
She identified simple image
Her efforts appeared like mirage
Magnificence of her helping him
A quiet bridge between two worlds dim

I saw the moon standing alone
No star near to give company or atone
Moon felt too lonely
Soon clouds gathered around it badly
Moon had to hid
And from loneliness, it wanted to get rid
Rain drops began to pour
Tears of moon ready to sore
Moon sobbed, until it became tired
Went to sleep
And the sun was ready to peep

There is a whole tree
Breathing quite free
Existing within a seed
And a seed indeed
At the end buried
Inside the tree
That stays with glee
That is how our relations exist
One contains another and insists
Ripple and bubbles in water
Like mother and daughter
Like image in the mirror
Exists all in born relations

My anguished spirit like a bird
Beating against the tree top in grid
Craving for death to get rid
Deep in the heart 's core resting
With pitying emotional rain fall arresting
Each pattering hoof of its drops
Settling on mind' s roof with hops
Seeing the grave to be a fine quiet place

In the tumultuous of fast moving life
With an urge to break the monotonous strife
I went near the river side found an idle boat
I decided to undertake sailing on the boat
Wearing a life jacket I was all ready to float
Humming my favorite tune I smoothly sailed
And covering a distance came to the depth
Though I struggled to rov at length
A sudden heavy wind brought jerks and turbulence
Boat 's smooth movement got obstacled losing its balance
Lines of worry overshadowed and the enthusiasm disappeared
The boat' s direction towards the shore was little eclipsed
Somehow I started rowing the boat under horrendous circumstances
Soon I touched the shore and breathed sigh of relief

In the pursuit of different emotions
With my slight motion
I feel my mind outflows
And thoughts inflow
Time arrives with a blow
Magnifies with mist
Takes out life's gist
Squelch of indifferent feelings
Keep on increasingly reeling
Spondylitic steps limp the imagination
Find difficult to present in narration
Proper thought is expressed with alteration