Thursday, 31 August 2017


The boy with a lot of presumption asked the girl,
“What do you feel, when you don’t see me?”
After a long pause ,the girl replied,
I never miss you, never feel sad when I don’t see you,
The boy became hurt,
his eyes moistened with her unexpected answer,
Her smile and her words are now so disappointing,
His mind started weaving uncanny questions,
Now the puzzling query regarding this relationship,
Is bringing tears to his bright eyes,
Washed his face, then wiped his face with the hanky,
Asked her again ,Whom I’m you to ?
She in a soft tone replied ,
You are my breath,
You are my soul,
You are in my beatings,
Your image is reflected in the mirror, when I see myself,
Hence I never dishearten ,when I don’t see you,
Its you in my wall page,
I see you and blush ,I see you and smile.

Wednesday, 30 August 2017


You blocked me in messenger,
My world stopped flowering,
From my blurry vision I found myself drowning,
I started searching the root 
from where the journey bloomed to shoot,
My sincerity and honesty to become close,
Here lies the knot,
All my attempts are now to re-define this friendship,
Towards a bond which is unique and strong,
Each approach failed,
each time I feel neglected,
Every time I wanted to avoid you from my mind,
You crop up with your amazing smile,
More beautiful and more refine than the previous depiction,
I couldn’t pull myself out from this well,
Because your thoughts are shocking,
Distressing me with in,
I couldn’t enjoy the beauty of nature,
Or enjoy the spice of food,
My earth centered on one orbit ,and I am unable to move,
Thousand time I want to express my words,
You avoid my glance ,you blocked your heart,
In state of depression my world is blocked.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

I will paint you

I cannot smile with my parched lips,
I cannot drink with the lump in my throat,
I cannot gulp my food ,when hunger vanished from my floor,
I cannot sleep as I see you among the stars,
Oh! Can I not erase those stubborn acnes,
Which is caused ,due to your remembrance,
You came,
we smiled,
we blushed ,
We celebrate, then?
You went away giving me the acute pain in my throb.
Heavy breath and heavy thoughts of you is making me crazy,
Each second is excruciating ,hence I decided to make it memorable,
Through my brush……..,
I will paint you with devotion.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

My sorcerer

My sorcerer.
Suddenly when my world surged with fresh air,
My dull earth smiled to fresh green,
Before I could realize my warm blood vessels,
my arteries sprouted to pink,
Your touch as a sorcerer, enhanced me,
To dream and I attempted to reach the heights,
Not for anyone, not for me
,but for you,
As your magical waves made me to sail in ocean,
I fear not drown in the tide,
Rather I enjoy the taunts of the ebb,
I feel myself dipping into it ,deeper and deeper,
This might be due to your influence, my sorcerer.

Monday, 21 August 2017

My Words

Silently you came,
Secretly I preserve,
Diligently I worship, 
Patiently I nurture,
Elegantly I paint,
Anxiously I wait,
Desperately I search,
Our fable in my verse,
My words were familiar with your thoughts,
My sky whispers the song of red rose,
My dreams crown with your buzz,
I live in the land of fancy,
With you in my fantasy,
Here I built the castle of love,
You by my side, I weave poems a lot,
You are my inspiration and
You are my soul,
With you my fable is colorful,
My earth says ,
with you my pages will always remain cheerful.

Saturday, 19 August 2017


Though you came silently,
But you hit me as a storm,
Be ruffled me and silenced my norms,
Quietly I sing ,smilingly I buzz,
Eagerly I see and control my nerves,
Hence I watch the Moon, play with countless stars,
During day time I grumble ,
How soon the time will pass, 
I imagine thousand thoughts ,and imagine thousand words,
All to share with you ,
I dream to pour out my fervent fable,
In front of you ,long to hear your view,
How much it affects you,
I prepare, I rehearse ,I practice a lot in silence,
But words choke my vocal nerve,
Keeping me numb again in front of you.

Monday, 14 August 2017

You are special

You are special to me,
Not because you are different ,
and your position is special in my dictum,
You smiles in my diction,
My wall brightens with your fiction,
my beats fluctuates with rotation,
All that is according to the situation
My pounds become heavy, when
I see myself crazy,
And your reflection peeps hazy,
In my dreams to make me crazy,
Crazy to see you ,
Interact with you,
Then all my special sentences crops up with fertility,
My alphabets flows in density,
my throbs become whimsical ,
My words pour out in decimal,
For you my special.

Sunday, 13 August 2017


I said to the red sky…
I am not tired of counting the waves of the sea,
I match my waves with the roaring numerous tides of it,
The evening sky then nodded its head,
And agreed with me,
Standing near the saline water,
I observed the waves
Coming to me ,
Touching me,
Enticing me,
Cuddling me,
When I start loving it ,enjoying its stroke,
Then the ebb abruptly departs,
I silently wait and watch its next motion,
Which then comes and dampens me ferociously,
Than the previous encounter,
The silken sand beneath my feet is,
Giving me an exhilarating feeling,
Slowing slipping from my grip to the vast sea,
The velvety touch is giving me bumps,
I wish now , the sensuous sensation to stay
little longer, as palpitation is pleasurable,
But ….
The waves don’t wait,
And it disappear to merge with the sea.

Saturday, 12 August 2017


You made me wait,
And I waited un-complainingly, 
For your thump ,
for your sight,
For your words ,
for your giggles,
You didn’t give me a chance to convey my words,
To express my million of thoughts,
Which I skillfully managed capture in one thread,
Yes ,I prepared a garland of verse ,only for you,
You came,
You spoke,
You vanished away,
Left me quiet,
Quiet with my thousand alphabets,
Secreted among my shy lips,
You cann’t imagine,
how hard is for me to gulp down every bits,
The implicit words and the interval of waiting,
Is aching…….with the time’s interval more throbbing,
Evil thought is crippling me from inside,
My concentration is lacking,
I have no option left except waiting for you patiently.

Thursday, 10 August 2017

I wonder for the feelings

I wonder for this feelings,
For the unexplained sizzling,
For the paradox ,that is singing inside me,
All my dead cell and neurons ,
those are sleeping in movement of torpor,
Are active and euphoric,
An ecstatic pleasure I draw from my surrounding,
All of a sudden, the world around me seems more beautiful,
And me the most beautiful creation of the earth,
My world smiling and blushing and so is my facial tone,
I started liking day and night,
Dreaming as a child,
with lots unexpected questions playing in my mind,
The fairyland I sketch in my fancy,
Is wonderful ………,
The vibration which running in me is delightful,
I am cheerful to see my world colorful,
At the present I dance in the rain,
When the dark cloud occupy its place,
I hum in wrench,
My ears have become more pining,
I could hear the leaves whistling,
Strange thing is happening,
To me ….
I search in dictionary ,what’s happening?
To me…
Am I maddening ?
But this ecstatic pleasure is killing.
I wish If I could get a word to explain me the meaning.

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Your Entrance

You stupefied me with your amazing entrance,

Your guitar and your magical band,

All together and the bunch of rose in your hand,

The string of it sings of romance,

I couldn’t avoid my glance,

Loved your sunlight, 

Loved your rain,

Climbed the stairs of love ,without refrain,

Your brightness erased my strain.

Now I hum for the heavy rain,

My world changed to a new domain,

I laugh over and over again,

Your entrance titillate my veins,

your presence excites and ignite flames,

I wait not now for sunrise or sunset,

Rather fervently I wait for your arrival in my entrance gate,

My doors and windows are open, 

For you,and eyes fixed to the door bell.

My blinks now habituated to your tale,

I sleep finger-crossed,keeping thousand thoughts in my brain,

Thousand time I dream of you,

Thousand time I find you dashing,

More ravishing and captivating,

Even my weaving's lack to imprint your perfect figurine,

The current which runs in me for you is divine,

I love to live with this …….. in this lifetime.

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

My World

My world..
I formed a lovely world inside me,
My eyes see you smiling inside it,
Every where I move ,from the frost to distant cliff,
I feel you with me,
I want you to know my where about,
I long to hear your voice from the clouds,
The cloud is well aware of my condition,
It knows how deeply I run with your emotion,
So I share my thoughts of you when I am lonely .
Can you guess dear?
If I don’t hear you ,
I am numb,
Your company keeps me alive daylong,
I patiently wait for you in the dusk and dawn,
To take my oxygen to breathe on,
You snatched my sleep ,
Hence I stay awake with your dreams,
Here we sail together to the far-flung firmament,
Ride the earth with enormous strength,
And walk around the globe with in second ,because,
You are the world with in my world.

Monday, 7 August 2017

Happy Rakhsya Bandhan

To my dear brother,
Today is the celebration of this special bond,
Which is unique and very strong,
I know the depth and you know this from your core,
During childhood we fight like soldiers,
Become warrior if an intruder interferes our barrier,
You always protect me through your shield cover,
I feel safe and call you for help as if you are my troubleshooter,
Now when we are grown up,
No more fight and less we see each other,
Still I expect you to be on my side,
I expect you to lean your shoulders when I cry,
The strength of silken thread is nothing but,
Realisation to one another ……..,
How much important you are to me,
I feel proud to be your sister,
You are my darling brother.

Two Words For You

My little heart caged you,
My two eyes search you,
My words smile with you,
My world is filled with fragrance of you.

I wrap you in my sentences,
I weave you in my verses,
I hide you in my deepest place,
I paint you in through my brushes,
I meet you in my dream hedges.

Together we share some pleasurable moments,
Got attracted to this sweet beverage,
The cup of addiction binds your image in my bosom,
Among the roses you caught my attention,
You reign in my heart ,mind  here blank,
The power of you made me fly,
I hear your voice in dense sky,
You filled my blank space with your adorable impression.

Saturday, 5 August 2017

Writers are weird?

Writers belong to the weird zone,
They form their world of their own,
Live in dreams and wild imagination,
They don’t bother for the cup of affection,
Yes,they care for a little adoration to their creation,
Even in sleep ,they search words to present their expression,
They are soft,
they are tender,
they are fragile,
they are sentimental,
they are divine,
Emotions move them,
Incidents trigger them,
Then the words flow in them,
Hence the pen runs swiftly with out pain,
To release all that being stuffed inside their brain,
They are happy personal,
At the same time cry for every personal,
Feel pain for all that is emotional,
Their pen is their sword,
For them..
Pen is rescuer,
Pen is their respite,
With out pen they hardly survive,
They are gentle with words,
Because they know their words are their treasure,
It will keep them remembering for ever.
Please tell are they weird?

Friday, 4 August 2017

Pick Up My Call

Pick up the call ,my dear,
My beats and mind running in great speed,
My vision glued to the screen,
Shivering hands are pressing the buttons to hear your click,
But you are not picking up mine,
Thousands of thoughts crippling my brain,
The dominance of evil thoughts supremely reign,
First, I hate you for not attending the call,
Secondly I feel you ignoring my predictable call,
Thirdly I console my wounded heart,
Assuming you are busy ,so unable to hear my tap,

All my organs first act,
When the ring is not attended then react,
I apply balm to soothe my infuriated spark,
I never count the strings of watch,
Never look back to the tense past,
Except you,
Never accept soft glance,
To convince this to you is a herculean task,
O my stubborn dear!
You know me very well,
For God shake “pick up my heart”
Your sweet voice will cool down my lane.
My fingers are pressing the phone bell,
Pick up now ,for my sake……

Thursday, 3 August 2017


Cautiously I step to the kingdom of bright stars,
I am careful of my ignorance,
Regarding  the path,
Of the vast sky,
Aimlessly I move, aimlessly I run,
Carefully pick up some stars to make myself compatible,
In this huge horizon,
As the time advances,
I walk confidently, smile broadly ,blush profusely,
I dance freely  among the dark clouds,
My chopped wings renew with new feathers,
My smiling braces indicates
My pleasure in adapting this place among the choices few,
Strangely I struck near the pregnant cloud,
How and when?
Is  a mystery for me till now,
I  gather some water from its storehouse,
Want to quench my thirst and walkout,
But I forget my route,
Wander hither and thither ,
Find myself walking alone and sad among the bright stars,
The hazy vision of mine centre on a particular view,
It’s thought encourage me to pen few,
My ink dried when I lost this familiar road,
I sigh, I whimper, yet never stop,
Rather I decided to absorb its brightness in my canvas,
Every day I paint sketches remembering the golden hours,
With at most care and affection,
Dreaming one day I will see the pole star in my rear view,
One day the star will wink to my pages,
Will glance to my sketches,
Will see my deep patches,
Will erase the ugly scratches,
Expectantly I advance.

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

The hole

Today I discovered the hole,
The hole in my heart,
Which pinches , which burns,
Its punch is so painful ,I crawl,
I crawl among the green meadows,
Among the scented tuberose, floating lotus,
And lily buds.
Their entrapping fragrance couldn’t trap me,
Their bewitching beauty couldn’t hold my vision,
The hole inside my heart aches,
The lump in my throat hurts,
I silently bear the bouts,
Expectantly waiting for your healing touch,
The magical touch will transform me to a cheerful persona,
You didn’t come,
Hours I wait,
Counted each second ,
The tragedy is you didn’t come,
My hole aches as the time advances,
You know very well your tone will enhance me,
Your fragrance will enrage my fairy tales,
You and I will travel in the sky to catch the stars,
Uff! you didn’t come….
My hole is burden, and aches….