HARD IS THE LIVING

Hard is the living,
For those, who are sunk.
Their grief isn’t great.
They aren’t toiling,
Yet, the home is dungeon,
And city the hell for them.
Sit in the dark & lock themselves.
Mirth matters nil,
For them death is dear.
Their shell is their world,
Adamant in their attitude.
They bury themselves,
By not helping oneself.

THE BREEZE TELLS ME

The breeze tells me,
I can’t kiss the flowers,
And fill in the wings of butterfly.

The breeze tells me,
How cold the seas are,
In the north & south.
The life on ice.

The breeze tells me,
How the lovely birds,
Men & women, the skykissing trees,
Are spread on the land.

The breeze tells me,
How men are toiling,
For a loaf of bread,
And piece of loincloth.

The breeze tells me,
How inmates waiting for trials,
For crime they never committed.

The breeze tells me,
How unable I am,
Can’t celebrate the mirth of heaven,
Can’t tolerate the grief of hell.

I HEAR THEE SONG

I hear thee song & jingling of thou bells in the core of my heart.
And I know thee abode is my heart, so I pray thou in my heart Oh my Lord.
The happiest, the saddest moments when thou sends me, I go to thee sacred abode.
My avarice mind & lusty wants drop down at thee door & I see the path to thee feet.
Only thee love remains with me Oh my Lord.
My Lord, thou shower love upon us & make us value thee love.
Oh Master, we even flunk in thee tests, yet let us grab thee feet & kiss them, wet them with our tears.
Pardon us My Lord, lead us to the path to thee eternal peace & love.

LIFE IS TOO SHORT

No time to wait & rest.
Dear, life is too short.
Birth & death within moments.
Teens & senility you achieve.
Also, within a moment.
Love, marriage & divorce too,
Just within a moment.
Though restless life is
Damn boring for few.
Full of joy & exhaustion for few.
Romantic, enigmatic or irksome too.
If finishes too early,
No time to regret.
Life is too short!

WHY YOU SO FAR

Why you so far?
I see the sun, the moon.
Beauty of the red & blue skies.
I see parrots, chicks & hawks.
Dogs & cats, I see cliques,
Chatting alongside roads & bars.
But, I can’t see you.
I here noises full day & night.
But not your jingle oh dear.
I feel existence of –
Friends & foes, beauties & uglis.
I do talk with –
Laymen & gentlemen, girls & boys,
Sometimes with air too.
But where are you?
Nothing of yours is with me.
But your frozen glimpse in the heart.
Won’t you come back my sweetheart?
How will I sustain your need?
When the evenings go dark!

THE STRUGGLE

The struggle was not bloodless,
For centuries, much of it was shed.
Whole nation was traumatized.
A many great lives are lost in the dust.
This soil is red of martyrs’ blood in it.
Our endurance has tested their oppressions.
They’ve hanged our sons & pumped bullets,
Into their naked chests, crushed their livings.
They’ve raped my mothers & daughters.

The struggle was not sheer bloodless.
Though these hands bear this flag,
The honour & power of my men;
Seemingly trembling wielding this flag.
For, I doubt your will & mind.
Awake my fellowmen your land needs you.

We’d made a tryst with destiny,
Sadly, reluctantly seems fading away.

PARADISE LOST

Necklace in the neck.
Ring in the finger.
Married, with flooded eyes,
When I saw my dear,
On the brink to collapse
Hadn’t I lost my paradise?
It was the same lass,
With whom I coloured my dreams
And vowed to be companion,
Unto death, if not longer.
I was flowing in the euphoria,
And the quake pulled me down.
Deep deep into the soil.
Just not the emerge again.
Time dragged mirth in life along with.
It was paradise lost!

I CAN'T LOVE

The clouds pass the sky,
Day lights sink & breeze sings.
Lovely mornings & evenings,
Kindle the memories,
Like waves pour silver onto the shore.
The life doesn’t stop.
Yet, mercy isn’t in scare.
Colourful flowers & smiling kids,
Small small birds & pets,
A few good friends & little music.
All this fascinate me
Yet! I can’t love them enough.
Something is missing
Between me & the world.
The world is lovely & beautiful,
Yet, I can’t love it enough.

SUN ROSE FROM THE EAST

Today the sun rose from east.
It’ll tomorrow too.
Today it was cold in the morning,
It’ll be tomorrow too.
I saw petals blushing
When sunrays kissed their cheeks.
Perhaps they’ll fall off tomorrow.
It seemed sky was sprinkling water,
To wake up the earth in the morning.
Perhaps it’ll be dry tomorrow.
I’m here, sober, disgusted,
Romantic, cheerful or nervous.
Perhaps I won’t be here tomorrow.
Though the end is not in the sight.
Today is ours to live & die.
To love & to hate, to gain & loose.
Yet the tomorrow will comes, it comes.

WHEN THE HOME IS ABROAD

With settled mind when you think,
Of, when the home is abroad.

Caged lovebirds are lovely.
Small kitty you remember,
The huge Alsatian,
The wall hanger made by sweetheart,
The lilies, the roses, the cactus.
Carpets & sofa & piano.
All you worth invaluable.

You intensely feel of hugging your kid.
With more pride & love then ever.
You miss your sweetheart
And need her desperately.
You feel yourself vain.
When you are alone.

When home is abroad.
You see, it’s more beautiful,
Mirthful, precious & beloved than ever.

I SAW THOU

I saw thou,
In the swaying crops of wheat.
I saw thou,
In the lovely nests of linnets.
I saw thou,
In the rains pouring down in torrents.
In the breeze & gale,
In the cry & laughter.

When people get humiliated,
I saw thou, in their eyes.
When lover looses sweetheart
I saw thou in the shattered heart.

I saw thou
In churches & temples.
I saw thou
In my own heart.

When my heart cries for others,
And celebrates mirth of others.
Oh! My omnipresent Lord,
Is your abode our skiesLands, waters, heave

WHY THY CHILDREN JOSTLE

Almighty! Thy children jostle.
In day & night.
Many succeed, many loose.
Yet, the race is on Oh Lord.
Thou saw them?
They strive for what
They do not have
My lord, winners win material,
And they loose their hearts.
Losers loose material,
And their hearts get empty.
Bestow thy love upon them.
Show them thee light
And, save thy children.

INNOCENT KIDS

The greed runs amok,
And human ties become fragile.
When the humanity go awry.
And prudence restricted to own self.

In the night, witches poach,
The sleeping world & mollify,
Humanity, well wishes perish.
And escalating destructions becomes plausible.

But my innocent kids pray.
For restoration of peace & harmony.
They pray for the rain & summer.
They pray for harvest & laughter.

They suck the tits & get energy.
They ask god to bestow,
The love & peace & complacency,
On the earth to live better.

YOU SHALL NEVER FEEL RETIRED

When time doesn’t move ahead.
And life stops happening.
To stop mind becoming pandemonium,
And nab your hand doing awry.

Con the subject but yourself.
Skip off your’coy’ dear.
And prod your faculty.
Kindle your feelings & go ahead

Open yourself to the friend,
And find slump in formidable clime.
Deign! & experience complacency.
You shall never feel retired.

DREAMS

Dreams can not be true, neither
Nightmares, dark can not be avoided
Nor shines, defame & fame can be the
Same, unless though introspect.

Testimonies enrich the morals & axioms
Can be materialized.

Let the power of super conscious be granted &
The world of good thoughts be felicitated.

At the mercy of thou, we kids frisk & endeavor
To explore thee subtle realization,
Oh, the almighty let us endeavor & be
Our dreams change to reality.
Open the cockles of heart & know how,
Thee realm lovely is, if thou find my,
Glimpse within, don’t hurt it.

Thou if peep into my heart,
It is thee abode only & thee incarnation.
Oh my god! Get my dears be praised
Showered upon by thee mighty love
And let their realms get enlightened.

IN THE LOVING MEMORIES OF...

I buried myself,
In the loving memories of thou.

And waiting, for thee breeze.
Since ages, yet I expect,
A blush & a smile of thou.
Became apathic became my mind.
And buried itself in the loving memories of thou

Of lingering togetherness & merry,
Wedded with those moments,
Still I’m yours in the clamour.
I lose wield over will sometimes
Yet, my will buried itself,
In the loving memory of thou.

REPLY

Centuries ago I’d seen you.
The clime I don’t know.
Yet left thee impression.
Fossilised on my mind & heart!

Now ages after, the clime has changed.
The erosion stopped & mist disappeared.
Life took a turn & became new.
Yet, you’re my destiny & will remain forever.

Centuries later now, the Sun will rise.
Winds will blow in praise.
Bringing the reply of my woos.
The sweetest & ardent reply of thou.

FOR YOU

Daily the Sun rises & sets.
Men, take birth & sink to death.
Wind flows in breeze & in gale.
Rain pours down in drops & in torrents.

You too, stay & loose in whirl?
Don’t you refrain moan & grunt?
Don’t you suffer anguish & sore?
For whom you wait in the gleam?

Shear that shell & put your step,
In the world to create exotic.
Use the synergy & time,
And shine in the sullen clime.

WHEN I NEED YOU

When I need you,
I take my schooner.
And see your brisk in beer.
Forget the pain & languish.
With you, I sip my sorrow.

Hitherto, you ought to be here.
With me in clutches of my arms.
As I’m fond of just you.
Thought I ever bothered you dear.

I recall your stares & propinquity,
And, have one more sip.
The synergy dangles me.
Dear! You seem still far.
Still I’m on the avenue waiting for you.

THE SOUL IS FREED

Myriad hearts were throbbing
And eyes were waiting.
The sane were recalling the quandary.
When slops put him behind the bars.
A man having soul in peoples’ heart.
Nelson Mandela, is freed after protracted battles.
Even in darkness & afflictions who sought,
Millions’ freedom & equality.
Fought for the rights.
Gazing at the aim in dreary clime.
Now, has won the battle for the race.
Myriad kith & kins would enjoy.
The freedom they strived for.
The father is in their midst.
Children will celebrate the jovial day.

ALL FOR LOVE

Sun rises & sinks, water flows & air,
Night bursts day blossoms,
They fight & they love,
Many die, myriad born.
They forget, shun the events,
The bitter past & salty tears;
Also the jovial senses,
And peerless moments.
Yet your memories,
Sways the peace & pace of heart.
The heart which throbs,
At your merry & sorrow.
Truly, I lost wield over myself.
Now, hold me or let me sink.
Life is grieve & grave for me,
Come love & save my love.

WHEN THE LIFE TRAILS

When the life trails,
Going gets tougher,
Words freeze on the lips,
Past looks more juicy.

I, then pen the lines,
Ink spreads the fragrance,
Of my flaws & deeds.
Regret then looses in air.

All is not so bad.
Lips sail & sing the future.
Weed out the fear,
And life is mirth.

LOVE HAS GONE

Rainy nights, sunny mornings,
Nightmares or the blithe,
Are same to thee,
Since the love has gone from thou.

Now, food & sleep to keep alive.
Rose & lilies rise, the weed too,
Lovebirds jingle & crow crows too
Are the same to thee, since …

Be placid & think,
It is life & living,
Learn & ignore the pain,
Since love has gone …

Dreams can not be life my soul,
Though love is gone from thou.

I LISTENED

The sun then rose,
From behind the hills, with jingle of birds,
Wind used to blow,
Through jungle with placid solo.

The sun now rises,
From behind the buildings, with trailing noise,
Tornado now swinging, the cities & shores,
With devastating lives.

I listened the solo in the jungle,
And deep cries from the ruble.

What is it brought me so far?

DIVORCE

Divorce! I’ve experienced,
Neither conflicting thoughts,
Nor the dislikes, but we lost us.

In togetherness, we shied.
We never expressed.
Love never blossomed though we loved.

Bade farewell & divorced.
Discovered to be alone on the earth.
Just for forever.

LIFE

Darker the night,
Brighter will be the daylight.
Smaller the life my dear,
Greater will be its price.

How long our life is?
Count not in years spent.
But in the inspiring moments.
‘Someone believes you’.

That moment is the life.
Gem in the crown of life.

MY WILL

Nation will mourn.
Unfurled flag will come to half.
Entertainment will be locked.
Teens on the playground,
And oldies in the gardens
Research & education grounded.
Export & production postponed.
The nation becoming comatose,
And we will go reverse on development.
I’m to be one on who’s’ death.
All will roll on.
The show will go on.

FRIEND

Life needs peace, as it is fragile,
Not easy without friends.
My heart needs genuine thoughts,
Pure feelings & concern of friends.

Those who offer shoulder in sorrow,
Schooner in the bliss.
Join that extra mile when you need,
Bid farewell on happy sunny day.

Being a friend I’m in need of friends,

Who adores you in this living

PRISON

Prison! A foolish perception,
Frustration, gloom, separation.
And such more awful,
Ideas & perception.

Only just ideas!

The truth is different,
Who has explored it?

Have you tried it?
The truth is ‘soul’,
Caged in the body,
Being tortured,
Of odious claims, wealth,
Distention, merry & worries.
All of them momentary.

Freedom is salvation,
Absolute merry, revelry,
And everlasting truth.

But when & how?

If you introspect,
Don’t regret of imprisonment.

Everybody is imprisoned,
Here truly.

Only the soul is free,
Than regrets for what?