Laughing Tears

It was the time when I was amidst the crowd of cheering people and I found my presence lonesome. It happens when we really remember the people we really love and we really lived with them whenever staying along.

Touched hugged poured water on them

To many I never knew and not known I met them when?

Laughed sang danced fully, day was likely spent

Still eyes wet into tears fully drenched

It was on the occasion lovingly colourful Holi

Found my presence as cheering naively

When was the time I touched my sister tickling

When did I hug my parents to flaunt smile rippling?

Laughed at silly of brother or sang to tease

Staying alone for my isolated happiness did really make me ease?

Eyes wet for not being far but lacking being closer though close

Making those moments sparkle, regenerating affectionate arouse.

I Found My Pearl

There is nothing as beautiful as the moment your love is with you. Her love makes you feel finding the most precious wealth of the world.

In the search of pearl they dived, cracked many corals, hunt many beach

I saw my pearl under lids of your eyes-coral, hiding beneath

In the sprout smile of blossomed petals; your rosy captivating lips

In your ever welcoming arms, where warmth of your hug I ever seek

In the care you kept aside and made me feel your love indeed

In your every amusing word you speak, spreading around a mingled breeze

Be along be always my pearl in the heart of mine; oceans deep

With a promise, ever after, of our sacred love with sacred spirit

King of the Empire

There is no doubt if i say that we are the king of our own life. We lead it the way we want it to be. If we miss the pace of it then it leads to disaster and collapse the empire.

I am the king and I make it all done

To rule it my way to lead it my own

My empire “my Life”

My behavior as tiara and thoughts my throne

The tiara as beautiful as world witnesses

Throne as winsome as peace it expresses

The enemy once overpowers, collapses it all

Beauty of tiara fades, throne weakens and empire falls

Disguises to many faces, defeats and prisons

To drag once leading way and ruling by its own options

Enemy in faces of Ego, Jealousy, lie, disloyalty, deceit, lust

Greed, betrayal, bluffs, mislead and distrust.

The Inner Satan

Appears dreadful, heights gigantic,

Scattered haired, vitriolic eyed and voice abrasive

With deprived head bone garland, blooded swords

That’s how he looks heard in grandma’s story words

He is merciless, kills, beholds massacre

As uncivilized as animal not lesser

Devastates all fertile to turn it barren

The description what I got of a “Satan”

What if not appearance but remaining alike.

It’s also nowhere different and seldom to surprise

With an abeyance I tried bit introspection

And found,

Sometimes in mirror I eye contacted same “Satan”!

Merciless who killed many feeling and emotions

Of own love ones. Like animal with no eternal sensations

Devastated many hearts and thoughts as futile as barren

It described my “nowhere-different-inner -Satan”

Dream: No Restriction

I could feel the joy many times within when i woke up with misty remembrance of my Dream. It never had limitation for me to touch anything or reach anywhere. My awakening left me with no presence where I was right away. I dug and hit my head to find out if I really forgot it.

Ran in the sky sometimes was flying

Me on throne and big proceedings of mine

In white beard I was, also as child with grandpa enjoyed

Frightened me paranoid streets, my heroics were eulogized sometimes

None is the place I am restricted to enter

Future of being on other gravity or in history of evolutionary adventure

Makes me do I ever wanted to

“The Dream”

Merriment exuberant state it takes me into.

The Green

What is more divine than Green, Joyous seeing The Green and lively being Evergreen. The Green could make me think of many of perspectives of Green to cheer my words.

It inked on plain surface my sketch pen with words in green

Drenched my eyes in green, thinking every aspects at earth queen

Dimmed my illumine lamps and within I lightened extreme

Sensed the desert longing for green and the autumn waiting spring

Political ecology defines the green, The Chakra of heart comes as green

Green they say is as joyous as with joy my mom was seen

Growing tree in stony land, sprouts leaves, seems air painted them green

The chlorophyceas layering submerged lotus and mountain slippery green

A green centred multicolour rainbow and gleaming dew drops adorn flora in green

Destroys capricious storm all even though, leading rain ensconces it green

Each fruit colors to any but from its primitive in green

The sweetness of belonging and love is where as denoted by Parrot, The bird green

Makes me curious more voracious when it comes me to think of green
Says let’s start, the life is sparkling ahead, just keep your surround evergreen

Entrenched To The Peace I Ever Chased

I’m entrenched.

So safe, away from fear

And worry free

Shielded to keep me safe of the cunning attacks

Numbed to be detached from loneliness

So no fear no worry I have

I’m entrenched

No attacks are attacked here

For prosperity or jealousy

No storm scares

To make me hide or protecting my suiting’s crease

Not even missing the occasion of my anniversary

Numb to longings too, coz

I’m entrenched

“In the box so called Coffin”

Protecting, keeping away from

All sorrows, worries, fears, scare, Detaching, longing, jealous

To rest in the ultimate peace I ever chased

And forgive me for inconvenience I made you all to face

With a promise not to reiterate

I’m entrenched

The Beauty of Singing Spring!

It was raining and my eyes were beholding the tapping water from the sky drop by drop. As it stopped I could not hold my feet touching that stagnant rain water on my floor. I came out and the words came from my heart: ............

Rain is over just drizzling few

   Sun shining little, also can see the dew

       Floor is wet and so is this floating air

           Amusing it is with fascinating flair

Refracting light separates making it a lovely rainbow

    Reflection from a drop on leaflet also sparkling somehow so

       Birds refreshing, cooing, spreading and twitching wings

           More even it allures as more this spring sings!

Searching Your Engraved Words

My Dear,

I am very much restless without you, without your voice and words. To the extent of not finding any words to write. Only you are the one who can take me and my words out of it.

With paper sheaf have fist tight

      I am reciting my own, written inside

             What is there I am trying to take out

                    So silence but hearing so loud

                          Some thoughts are arrested, not bailable

                                   Edgy it made me some impatient little irritable.

Writing for you but shall I search to my thoughts or to you?

        Disappeared both your favourite words and so as you

              Search my heart “the cubbyhole” Only You find the words you engraved

                         Superbly chiseled so deep and will never fade

                               You come besides, whisper a words few

                                      Let them germinate out, let them enjoy the dew

If I Grieved You

If someone is angry to the extent that you don't find any way of persuading them it pains a lot inside. You have all your love in your hands to show them.

Pain is high when it pains you

Heart is hurt when it hurts you

Distances are but where far you

Still it feels that I harsh you

With you I am until life and to lives

Neither limits me depth of core nor height of skies

Not even eve set or if it is early rise

Deep heart I mean it with, just not I entice

Forgive me for if I grieved you

My love is true but if you feel I did cheat you.

Keep me along as always you kept

I am with you yes always with you

The Love is Crying for Love!

If I loved then why I lost her? If I made it then why I am crying now?

The Love is why after all crying for Love

The one who has Love why annoying only to Love

If is kept thinking precious, the thing costliest is the love

If is kept closest to heart, the thing purest is only love

He knew so is love, then why The Love did only harsh the love

Why did it hurt to the only Love he always wanted to love

Love now has separated, gone away, why is sad the lonely Love

If he wished so, then

The Love is why after all crying for Love

The Master of Soul!

I don't know about my fate, about my future but yes I know my soul will lead it to positive and my heart will make it pure.

Where I am, something propelled or I made so?

     I’m poor by fate or this is what I lead to?

          Shall I cry for not getting that or withstand? Obstacles although

                  I know I have thy weapon, my Soul, I may master to.

Why I hurt, why torment? What I have to be so proud?

       Deluding Ego-trip just to make sad, can’t just I be love bound?

              Only by love it might be overcome else all is insane, all absurd

                     Can’t I be thy captain of my lovely heart?

When I Had Wings

How free I was, how joyful was that time when it was my childhood time. Everything for fun, to be happy without any expectation, with no greed. I just came to remember of that.

Wings I had, yes I flew

If not in sky, yes in deep view

View of love, happiness and longing

Wings of truthfulness, innocence and being with

Dawn used to be joyful, cheering dew

Winsome was all, what flawed what I loved to

Neither this world was alien nor do I talk of heaven

But THE WORLD OF MY CHILDHOOD, I miss, yeah that I concern.

The state of a lover with no love one

Love one left the lover long time back but the lover still thinks of love one, lover still dreams that love one is around.... As lover opens the eyes no one is there to talk.

Spring is on and sings PAPEEHA

Sweetest in the world the most sentiment

On the lips of the lover produces sonorous

Making her amused keeping all pleasant

Now spring left him and alone PAPEEHA

Now spring left him and alone PAPEEHA

Cheerfully dances, touts, prides

The most beautiful feathers in the air

Joyous the moment, to him and to all

All transient and what’s left is the sore

Tears in the eyes and alone MAYURAA

Tears in the eyes and alone MAYURAA

Blossoms the nectar calls him to unite

Together all the day and promises to get on

Talking all the time uninterrupted in the joy

Longing to reunite waiting for next dawn

Someone took flower and alone BHAWARAA

Someone took flower and alone BHAWARAA

Eyes are now open looks all desolate

Nowhere is she, nowhere her charm

Whom I’m willing to welcome

Yes now I remember she left me long past

Just alone I am and alone AANGANAA

Alone I am and alone AANGANAA

Lover' Grief

The place was private and secret for them where they used to meet and talk. But today what is this? They have been caught by their known and been warned not to meet ever in life. Here GIRL explains her grief on this.

Kept hidden kept privacy

Never flaunt my ecstasy

  Only he and I were to know

   How it became nasty

     That’s now is no more secret

     We are caught at our desolate

        No more we can convene here

        Now place is not isolate

Eyes in eyes hand in hand

Lost in each other’s presence

   Those long talk or those intermingle

   Not even possible to see love one

      No more he can sing for me now on

      Nothing for us is left closet

         That’s now is no more secret,

         We are caught at our desolate

No more they will allow me to be here

But he must be happy he must take care

   When he come here and doesn’t find me

   I wish he find someone better to be with

      That’s now is no more secret,

      We are caught at our desolate

         No more we can convene here

         Now place is not isolate

My Lovely World

I am amazed on looking the world which is full of selfishness and carelessness. Is it the type of world we really wanted? If not, then what type we wanted? I am bit confused..

But i have dreamt of one world.

Me alone and my thought

Talk like two best friends

What should this world look like?

What type should be the face?

Like an engine which meets station when ever it is fueled

Or like river, never asks how to meet ocean and how to be flowed

Sale , purchase, arrange, budget plan, growth rate type love

Or blind and off-the-cuff what all call “Its absurd and he’s insane”

Yes engine should be fueled, but selflessly and with oneness

Sale-purchase should resemble give-take and plans to grow loveliness

Happiness all around.
No sorrow no pain no deceiving haze

This type my world look like and this type should be its face.

The Last Minute Before Death

The man is dying. He could see Yamaraj. Last wish in few words he wants to ask from God. He only want to observe and figure out how he spent his life, how much he hated and loved people.

Oh lord oh lord! just leave me to the mercy

For a minute to turn back,

To mend all I did blunderingly

To look how bad I spent,

To feel how I hurt any

Just once let me turn back, to see I was loving to how many

Remorse I have let me console,

Yes I traumatized lots of

Last minute to love them all

Whom I ever torment

Oh lord grace me a chance

Last time to persuade them all

And to hold my love one’s hand to peep in eyes not to let cry

 Oh lord oh lord! just leave me to the mercy

Loveliest Paint, Like a Death.

Who would like to paint a canvas in which the color used is the blood of your lovable one? She came in between my paint courtyard and asked me to draw my loveliest paint using of blood from her Heart as shining Color.

Silent, Intensive, and bit emotional

Standing in courtyard before canvas

Wanted to think, had nothing, if I could mix love in the paint

The most loving and wholehearted I wanted it to make

You came and whispered with warm sentence

Stab my heart and collect the blood to paint your piquant

It will consist of love you filled it with

Show the world shine of your love in that lymph

Oh my dear! Will I be alive to brush such paint you think?

Instead you could stand along to hold my hand and guide brush to complete it

Wish! My life end in the shade of your love

Why you want my love to be oozed  out of your heart?

You, Your Memories and Care!

On the wall on the roof

The ground and on sky

When I saw a face appeared always

Tried touching, shaking and moving

But felt no one as there

Wandering amazed who is it?

The one everywhere but untouched

Long later I realized

It’s your Image in the eyes

I am so mad still couldn’t recognize.

In rooms in the fields

On the path and in the air

Whenever I passed it smelled something

Tried chasing, knowing and finding the source

But only dismayed I was

Wonder, Confused, Anxious!

What really did it scent?

Was something really or delusion it was

Suddenly the realization came

It’s all Memories that your love gave.

While sleeping it made me thump

Whenever alone strengthen my Will

A hand on the shoulder

There was if any made me sad

Like A thumb and a forefinger

On my chin to make me look up

If mistaken if done wrong

But still unrecognizable feel

One important day it made me known

It’s your Care that you put aside me always.

The Nature Touch!

Nature is amazing, gives pleasure on each of its touch. A little experience I'm sharing with you.....

See the high mountain lofty,

Yes there is trees’ green 

See them rippling like dancing

Yes the wind wave making them to

But also something there is

Hanging and swaying on the trees

They are fruits? They are not

They are savage? They are not

What’s undefined dimensioned? Not known

 

Wow they are moving, uff! now chasing us

Feel their touch how fuzzy is this

Coming, touching, tickling, running away

Really we’re jiggered what are they

Hide and seek playing to make us run

Not even tarrying a while when coming to hug

About to dribble from sieving wrapper 

The dark black CLOUDS, with cold vapor .