Sunday, 30 July 2017

Rain you came

Finally Rain you came,
After the torturous humid days,
You came,
Came with your thunderstorm,
Along with the flash of lightening,
Cool air and my goose bumps,
Your drizzle is soothing,
Your falling drops are compelling,
My eyes fixed to your dancing,
Your tip tap sound is alluring,
The cool air and rainfall is forcing me to drench in this surrounding,
You made my torrid earth pleasing,
Your water acted as greasing,
Because you know I love to see you falling,
So that my earth’s wound keep healing,
It’s parched mouth craves to taste your cooling,
Hence I am waiting for you
You came..
My joys knew nothing except seeing you and enjoying
From my window railings.

Saturday, 29 July 2017

It is because of you...

It is all because for you,
I prefer to listen to you,
Then share my words to you,
My lines which I frame through out the day,
To speak to you ,muted,
when I see you,
All because I want to hear you,
Each words that I rehearse while counting stars,
Remain choked ,all because,
I love seeing you and your sensuous lips dancing,
Honestly I don’t like your chatter,
Hence I don’t remember each word you utter,
But your presence is my prime matter,
So I never loose a chance to get closer,
You may call this madness,
Or may question why this craziness ,
Here I can say ,it is because of my devotion for you,
Oh!my words may seem silly,
Yet my verse sings your presence wholly,
You are connected to my heart and mind,
It is because of this, I knew you are mine.

Friday, 28 July 2017

Mobile Number

Your number!       
Yes your number,
I remember even in my slumber,
Every moment ,perhaps in every phone call,
I eagerly see ,whether it’s you,
Or some other person,
Your voice spirits up my face,
My gloomed earth radiates after you come to surface,
I can’t say…
How much close you are to me,
If I don’t  share my details to you,
My heavy bosom yells,
The  crack of my heels shrieks your name,
Like a zombie ,I perform my ordeals,
Every evening when birds fly to their nest,
Fading Sun waits for Moon to ascend its place,
My fingers automatically moves to press your bell,
From my contact list details,
As soon as  I hear your voice,
I imagine  you and your state,
 My core  beats faster with  your modulation of voice,
If  you speak in  concealed tone ,
My heart cries,
 your soothing words  lights my cage,
You and your words are my wine,
Unlike an addiction,
The more I talk ,the more I am fine,
The moment,  you didn’t pick up my number,
I sink in your dreams,
Earth  seems colourless,
I am breathless,
Dials   your number again and again,
With an expectation,
That you will understand my poor state.

Thursday, 27 July 2017

With Passage Of Time

I am silent…………….
I am silent,
Silent is my lips,
Mind speaks,
Heart cries,
Eyes weep,
Yet I am silent,
Silently I watch
Every drops of rain,
The silver drops and its magical out pour,
Which I long for,wait for,
I love rain,
Because in rain,
i see myself,
Dancing in its lullaby,
I love its sound,
Its voice makes me crazy,
So I wait for rainfall,
The ethereal drops and its curvaceous moves,
Makes me realize me in this crowd,
The rain came,
Unnoticed my pain,
Went away as soon as dark clouds vanish away,
Silently I see its movements.


I hear you from silence,
From your cool eyes,
From the cool zephyr ,which caresses my skin,
Probably the dormant volcano is active in our silence,
A lot of untold tales,some faith,
Some sweet memories attach to ourselves,
Yet we are silent,
No one spoke,neither me nor you,
Waiting for some sort of knock,
Waiting for some miracle to happen,
Enough ,yes its enough.
Now let it crumble to bricks,
Every brick that helped in building the bridge,
Is mocking at us,
I could hear their laughter,
Their giggles is making me feeling uneasy
The heap of misunderstanding is ruining our presence,
Both of us are suffering,
In our silence and detachment
How long this will linger,
Will not it end?
I feel amiss ,won’t you not feel the same?


Behind the dark shades of clouds,
Smiles the glowing Sun,
By Seeing it ,feeling it , experiencing it,
We will enjoy the hide and seek game,
Of our Almighty,
Our life boat will face many difficulty.
Our earth will bear many duality,
Our creation may turn shallow,
Our vision may some time seems hallow,
Its only then our faith will crush the mountain,
Our inner strength will lay road to fountain,
Our motivation will melt the iron pillar,
We can easily raise our collar,
If we realize our inner strength,
With in us………
Our determination to cross all the obstacles,
The cross ways will never lead to a debacle.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Hope you will come one day

Will you ever realize?
Standing on the edge is risky,
Breathing with less oxygen is difficult,
Screaming your name among the mute hills,
Where the echoes rebound on my ears is deadening,
Will you ever realize …
The rainbow looks faded to me,
Rain drops bears my oozes of heart,
My perennial flow of ink loses its letters,
Though everyone is crazy for fragrance of wet mud ,
I built the castle in it,
The castle of hope….., day you will light the candle of my home,
One day your pink color will add color to my floor,
I stand on hope ,dream bright, yet..
When I open my eyes,
Darkness engulfs me, I feel I am blind,
Nothing without you is doozy,
Nothing crazy……
As if I am living ,just for the sake of living,
With your memories, hopes and lot of dreams,
Hope you will come one day……..

Sunday, 16 July 2017


Rain is unique,
Unique than other season,
Poets and writers see it in a different vision,
for every man it’s definition changes,
According to their perception,
We love rain,
Yet,we curse rain,
It carries likes, bears dislikes
we pray for it ,if summer is lengthy,
But when the Rain started its sincere duty,
Our dry meadows become green,and,
Our river exceeds its width and length,
We curse the rain,
Oh! no more please…
Rain comes ,
Along with thunder ,light, and mesmerising rainbow,
Fills our dry mouth,
,Enhances colours of our landmass,
Wipes the dirt,
Excess rain water makes our live worse.
Oh!rain,we love you and hate you,
For your versatile role.

Can't return back

I can’t return back,
Not to the roots,
Where I started my part,
Not to my empire,
Not to my princely crown,
As you captured my dome,
Through your amazing artifact,
I can’t return back to my nest,
As your entry disrupted my mental health,
I see your images in my wall,
Time to time ,more alluring,
More attracting than the previous one,
I shiver with your thoughts,
My lips quiver to utter your name,
My eyes search you in rain,
Your steps I hear ,your voice I hear,
From each dark corner my room,
My beats say , you are with me,
But eyes scornfully deny,
Mind says ,to ignore you and return to myself,
Sitting on the cliff ,my heart screams,
I can't....return back......

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Walking in the wood

I am in the wood,walking,
Among the thicket of pine trees,
Breath pure oxygen,
My image in the crystal clear stream,
Looks mesmerising ,yes more bewitching,
Its all because of the Sun’s radiant beam.
Following in each of my footsteps in the jungle,
I experience some glorious moments here,
Some time rain and other time hot weather,
Every time I feel, something is holding me to you,
I see you in night ,in broad daylight,
Pleasing is your rhyme,
The melody queen cuckoo sings thine lines,
My journey seems fine,
Holding you and visualising you,
Among the shades of green branches,
Now when your map sketched another landmass,
Still also I feel something is holding me to you,
The bond is beyond any meaning,
My heart carries ,mind accepts,
Hence In the wood ,I feel not lonely.
You are in my allegory,
Weather fairy or sad story.

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Humid Cloud

Humid cloud is angry with me,
May be little hurt,
Sounds little perturbed,
Dashed my arid floor with hail storm,...

The small pieces which fell on my floor,
I gathered it, with care,
I tried to hear the forgotten symphony,
Some long lost memory of previous rainfall,
The humid cloud released its pour,
Sweetly and very elegantly,
Dancing in its soft musical tone,
My chains started creaking,
Probably they are willing to break the barrier ,
Only to dance with the drops of pattering fall,,
I opened my window,
The splashes of water wet me,
Even though I am inside ,
I stand there looking the drops falling,
And the earth absorbing it ,
Slowly the humid cloud released its storage,
Then vanished in thin air.

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Morning Time

Every Sun rise is a new day,
A new beginning with the shinning rays,
The birds sing ,buds bloom,
Butterfly jumps from one flower to another,
To suck the honey through its spoon,
I see children rush to their schools,
Busy mums standing in the bus row,
To say bye to their darlings for some hours,

Unlike the crowded school bus,
The bag maestro is contended for the prominence,
he is getting among the kids, and smiles with dominance,
Some people sipping hot beverage {tea} sharing their details,
Morning walkers look fresh after the jogging,
Late risers still sleeping ,
For them Sun settle in midst ,always bright,

Morning for house makers are a busy time,
Earning members set a routine to walk out in time,
Time runs fast
No one can catch it,

May he or she be of King class,
Nature is his master,
If morning runs smooth,
Night will automatically follow its route.

Saturday, 1 July 2017

One more day

Yes,one more day passed,
with out hearing you,
No messages from you,
Long became the hour,
Tortured I am,
For your sight,
I spend , walking in the terrace whole night,
I ignored the grin of the crystal moon,
I avoided the glittering spark of the stars,
My eyes were full of tears,
Mind and heart is filled with your memories,
Your words linger in my earlobes,
I form stories,I dream abstract,
The undaunted waves of my spirit,
Scroll to enliven the past,
The golden moments and your words ,
I cherish in my heart,
I link every images,
That brought us together,
And those are the cause of our part,
Yet in some hidden corner of myself,
I see a faint light ,
Waiting every day for you,
I laugh with my hidden tears,
I fly with my broken wings,
I jump with my bruises,
The cornea of my eye blinks,
Thousand times,displaying your image,
Often I console myself,
Divert myself,
But I flopped.