Thursday, 12 July 2018

see you in dreams

See you in dreams.
Let’s meet in the dreams
Here no time string
No obstacles to ring
No tantrums
No quarrels
No mood swing in the melody
Only you and me
Will live in the paradise
With the honey and luscious rhyme cladding the breeze
Clouds will cosset our brim
Stars will sing and the moon will dance
We will live our moments with romance,
Forgetting the world around
Cherishing the delight
Enjoying each other’s company
Like we never found

Wednesday, 11 July 2018

His question and her answer

He said-
I absorbed you in my heart,
With you the color of the blood becomes dark,
The depth is not measurable,
The platelets carrying you is not countable,
The wandering thoughts of mine succumb to one parable,
You featuring prime in my fable,
And you dear …
You are not considering this as notable
and quite forgetful towards my emotion.
She said..
Words you spoke is gentle.
Touch my bosom like the electric cable,
The current is spreading its effect in my system
So my focus has changed it’s dimension
I too feel amiss in my vision
feeling relaxed after hearing your confession,
Now my question to you is…
Does blood become thicker when someone occupies your nectar?

Tuesday, 10 July 2018

The thought of you

I slept to wake with thousand thought of yours,
Looming and weaving in dreams 
Little fear 
A tinge of excitement,
A surge of happiness,
Ready to bloom with your fragrance
Then I realized you are here
With me, closed in my closet
Living in cheers.

Tuesday, 3 July 2018

You are my poem

You are my poem
When you flows swiftly from my veins
To the plain canvas,
You become my poem.
When my ink blushes with your thoughts
and  the color of ink changes to rose
You  come as my poem.
When  I search alphabets to express me
Spontaneously   some letters dipped  in red  strikes me
You flow  in my poem.
When I hear the roar of countless waves
Swing of mood hits the cage
You smile in my poem.
When  my mirror want me to glow
I dream of you as my goal
You  run in my poem.
When I  compete myself with the cuckoo,
And fit  the melody  consequently
You sing in my poem.

. .

Monday, 2 July 2018


Is this end or the beginning,
When  the  era  ended
Another  groove sprouting,
With lots of confusion in the beginning
The  dilemma , the wavering psyche
The pounding  in  my realm
Bringing  delight to the sunken lines .
An amusing  scintillating rhyme
Running all over my spine with an euphoric  velocity,
Words  of precision ,I search to define
The exact calculation between the strikes,
 an amiable space, caring for each other in every shape,
possibly  faith and affection is taking  part in the race
No chance of duplicity,
No chance of expectancy,
A sheer joy of fancy,
Possibly  for  the linking thread ,
As its knot is tied  powerfully  in  the chest.


Sunday, 1 July 2018


When I was in need of a stage
It was withdrawn,
When I wanted to dance in rain
Drought followed on,
When I wanted to crack the earth,
My orbit changed,
When the stars became my friend
Clouds hid them in its range,
When I chose my attire to pink
I was reminded of grey tinge,
When I fell in love with green
The moisture less sky poured nothing.
That day my voice chocked
I became numb.
Little drops of rain fell on my palm,and
The countless jingles poured on
With the blessings of the angel
Who wanted me to be one like all.
Henceforth I dance in rain,
Love the butterflies and multihued fountain,
I grumble not for the past
Because past taught me to enjoy the present with pleasure filled heart.


Saturday, 30 June 2018

Unexpected Meeting

Unexpectedly  when we met,
I lost my words,
Probably you lost yours,
Our eyes  just sparked,
Bumps hidden beneath the bark,
You were quite
So am I,
 puzzled how  to act and  how to react,
We could hear our loud interact of hearts,
Yet lips  couldn’t  utter a single word,
 our faded  face  could only reflect 
we  were pleased with our presence
want to share tons of impatience
Stubborn eyes fixed to your gaze
Stubborn ears eager to hear your voice
Limps  were willing to rush near your phase
May be you are going through same stage,
Yet  our pretention of not knowing  each other
Couldn’t   stop our thunderous beat
In silence we exchanged thousand paper sheet.

Wednesday, 27 June 2018

The Letter

I received a letter
In  a white paper sheet ,
Letters  written in black ink,
Without taking a blink,
When I opened it,
I  saw the words of you,
Dipped in red hue,
Profound and profane,
Colourful  and disdain,
That I regain from the alphabets
those  which carry
 your emotions and pain.
It  made me numb,
Unlike the great Shakespearean  hero,
 many unexpressed words  and many random feelings
started playing  with   “to be  or not to be” emotion.
I and my soliloquy,
The more I rehearsed,
A soft tone mutters
Supple  wings of mine flutters
With the emotions attached  with  your letters.

Friday, 22 June 2018


1.Hey! cloud be my messenger,
Float not in the heaven, and,
Search not the places from the heights
To dampen the roots
With your showers to sprout.
O dear cloud !
The knock in my inner chamber is loud,
Eager to hear the love
Because your drops has developed
an addiction ,a longing and a special feeling
for her in season’s round.
The lightening and thundering which I feel in me
Is giving me goose bumps,
Hence sometime I fear to loose her,
At other time I feel her sitting near me sound,
Living with paradoxes is making me unsound.
Love has made me protective
Love has cultivated the adhesive
To attach your thoughts in my mind
Hence I linger ,to see her,
feel her in my bosom every time.
O cloud ,please sail fast to her Island
To convey my heartfelt messages
In your smooth rhythm ,
Rejuvenate her mind with the thoughts sublime
Let your drops be a blessing in my life.

Since Then

When I found my corridor in dark,
I lost myself  mysteriously,
Confusion and chaos  surrounded my path,
Yet  from the dim corners
I search for the spark,
All of a sudden I realized
it is hidden  under the thicket of grass.

Smiling and cheerfully relaxing, probably ,
Waiting for me to find  out its presence,
It’s  touch emancipate me from all the shackles,
That  which has encircled  the routes with it’s  essence
It   showered abundance energy to make me feel
Light  to fly  with the cosmic ray.
Since then,  I never look to dark
Rather choose the light and moved ahead to choose for the spark.

Monday, 18 June 2018

To My Father

On the eve of Father’s day
Daddy! I can’t succumb you with in my lines,
my pen don’t possess enough ink to pen you fine,
Neither my vocabulary is strong enough to express my feelings in rhyme,
Always my words play with junk of thoughts,
How to sketch my idol with perfect shots,
Often failed, then I dare to prevail,
Some lines which linger in my ears in every gulp,
The words of wisdom ,the advices and vices,
The cautions , the preventions ,the actions and its probable reactions,
You gave and we ignored in the spur of the moment,
Later on realizing the blunder we created from our errors,
We implement your sentence to rectify our mistakes
You are correct, while judging us and our fears,
All your words were so very accurate about us,
Because you were aware of our flaws, hence, we invite problem such,
Now when you are heavenly abode,
We remember you and your words, as our guideline in every path.

Thursday, 14 June 2018

Musical Ebb

The mountainous waves and its influence,
Creating ripples ,
Generating bubbles,
Making me supple,
Horrifying me with all the rubble.

Yet in the corner ,a soft tone mutters,
Yearning for smooth breeze lingers,
Sprouting bud smiles,
The sweet smelling flowers laughs,
Causing vibrations inside the cover.
The amusing sound of the waves,
The cool moisture air,
The sands flying here and there ,
Amidst the scattered segment of stone layer,
I long to hear the music of soothing flute.
The musical ebb soothes the aching veil,
Forgets the margin and
Dreams to hear the magical bell
The silver tide and its foam
Is rising high.

Monday, 11 June 2018


Eyes met,
Neither fire sparked
Nor water dropped
Just a blank glance
They parted and behaved as strangers.
In the crowd,
Nothing is audible
Except the voice inside is creating the trouble,
Pretending to be normal,
While behaving as a stranger to you is abnormal.
Like strangers we met,
Friends we became
Arguments and fights were common,
When misunderstandings cropped,
We became strangers again.
Strangely you came
Abruptly you captured my heart
When my mind accepted this
You vanished away as a stranger
Giving me pain and fear to accept any stranger as my dear.

Sunday, 10 June 2018

Silent relationship

Presently silent is our relationship,
Louder is the heartbeats,
The glow of my face fades ,
as soon as I come across your picture.

In silence I scroll each and every
Incidents in chronological bits,
I feel happy,
I feel sad,
I cry a little bit.

Then smile for a while,
You brought me smile,
Left to cry for you in dark,
In the dark I hear your tap.

Sometime vigorous,
Sometime smooth,
Moments of laughter,
Moments to cherish,
Neither I am lonely.
Nor I shed tears for you only.
Rather I live with the golden thoughts,
Care for the memories,though silent is our relationship.

Friday, 8 June 2018

Invisible Beloved

Prediction of the monsoon rain,
Cool breeze smoothly touches my tegument,
Shivers in my nape and bumps in my connective tissue,
Sweet is its music to douse me through its moves,
The wind gently caresses my hair,cheeks and spine,
Reminds me of your invisible presence,
The weather of addiction,
The ambiance informing the invisible existence,and,
With all the extra-ordinary details of my beloved,
Through its exhilaration and thunderous vibration.

Thursday, 7 June 2018

Silent wind

In the forest ,
Among the waves,
In the blue sky,...
Among the green hedges,
In the dry land,
Among the shadows,
I see you, feel your sigh,
Hear your whisper,
Close to my closet,
A silent tone hums ,
You are there for me,
A bridge of assurance,
A sort of certainty,
that we do have an unique connectivity,
Here heart swells, mind fuels,
Quivering lips tied with an commitment,
Not to expose under the hot sun,
The flames will burn the etiquette,
The barren landline will cry for the shower ,
The silence is the balm to heal the wounds,
The dark clouds consider my sensitiveness,
As my weakness, but I am not callous to the tears of summer rain,
I wait for the pleasant breeze,
I want to Detoxify myself in a pleasant way,
I hide the oozing blood,
I wipe the sweat from my forehead,
To present myself presentable in the buzz,
Yet in the dark room I scream for the miraculous wind,
May be the wind of silence will erase the circles in its manner.

My Books in amazon

Wednesday, 30 May 2018


Relation stitched with an unique bond,
Name less ,religion not  found,
A loud rhyme  pounds deeply  on the chest,
Careful ,vigilant and protective
To nurture the inter-relation of this relation.

Saturday, 26 May 2018

Night Sky

The stars are playing hide and seek,
Clouds hiding the moon among its ribs,
Cool breeze gently touching and reminding me,
Of your absence and so the silent sky tweets,
Patiently wait till the dawn creeps.
Two dark days,
Impatient I am ,
Counting the waves,
In the sand I imprint your name,
Instructing the sea ,not to touch it with its ebb.
Night sea is turbulent,
Waves rising high,
Marching forward with high speed,
Very eager to cross the boundaries,
The beloved Earth is watching the velocity.

Thursday, 17 May 2018


The soft pulse bleeds,
The sigh bleeps,
The vacuum inside the cells hurt,
A tingling bell still sings,
The symphony of probable rainfall.
The drizzle wet the earth,
Dry meadow is elated to hear,
The music of the rain
Gripping and fascinating like the former period,
Yet the calender changed the year.
Days passed followed by months,
The waiting intensify
With the vibrant colour,
The melancholy song brightens with the hope,
One day cuckoo will return.
The waterfall in the terrain,
Looks soothing,
Difficult and dangerous to reach the point of origin,
The flow is gushing,
Lovers enjoying the charm ,without thinking.

Sunday, 6 May 2018

Womanhood Speaks

Easy for you to accuse,
Easy for you to blame,
Easy for you to curse,
Easy for you to dishonour,
My image abusing my conduct,
Silently I digested the venom,
To prove you, silence do have its influence.

I will not scream,
I will not hold a knife,
I will not burn with your fire,
I will not establish the legacy of sacrifice ,
I will not light the candle of revolt,
I will maintain calm.
To sustain my energy to walk in a better path.
I hope to live in the positive vibes ,
I know behind the dark cloud silver lining sparkles,
I believe in my strength,
I do have faith in myself,
I will swim the ocean smilingly ,
But will not sail in doldrums,
I have to run miles before my shelter,
Why will I oscillate between the irrelevant ideas.

Saturday, 5 May 2018

Echo of a sculptor

The sand particles of the sculpture,
The lime stones and its architecture,
The rocks used in the artistic creation,
The binding element of the production,
Whispers your name in seclusion,
You hide beneath the foundation,
You stand erect in the cornerstone,
In each carvings I visualize you,
In each work I nurture you,
In each cutting I carve your curves,
In each painting I paint you image
To forget our separation,
To immortalize our relation,
To keep your memories fresh in the art of creation,
It’s you my inspiration,
You are in my pulsation,
Can I renounce your name from the artefact?
It is the world where I meet you,
Feel you and hear your echo.

Thursday, 3 May 2018


Your fragrance I found in the blooming jasmine,
The aroma reminded me of your perfume,
The odour which always douse me,
Drives me crazy,to run near your hedges,...
Even I fail to see you or fail to get your acquaintance,
I am often reminded of this intoxicating essence

Life have seen a new moon,
Blizzards have played the tune,
Storm itched my eyes,
Rain drops smashed the sand art,
Yet the blue sky smiles with pride,
So is you, smiles in me, with your over imposing essence.

Sunday, 29 April 2018

Analysing the rock

Standing between two sedimentary rocks,
I analyze the structure and its layers,
Some how I got struck amidst the spaces,
I feel its ingenuity and its metamorphic changes,
More I scrutinize its presence,
I feel , behind the mechanism ,
A pore persisted deep among the ridges,
Caring and accepting the changes,
Neither the heat of the sun find its place to rest ,there,
Nor the cool saline breeze could leave its impact.
Softly the pore breaths the air,
Consciously attentive of the circumstances,
Maintaining the distance ,watching the minerals in its base,
Fertile and rich are the deposits,
Silently the pore takes rest in the crest,
But at time its vibrations gives punches,
Quivering the earthly base to crackle from all the sides.
Yet pore remains safe occupying its place.

Thursday, 26 April 2018

Exchange of words

An exchange of few words,
An addition towards it,
Has grown deep inside the corners a soft gentle feeling,
To wait for it in the dusk ,and in the dawn,
The magnetic flow make my spirit dance and heart sing.

Monday, 23 April 2018

Love and hate

Love and Hate.
Love and hate,
Two words co-relate,
Each one is a state of mind,
A feeling where heart’s feature is prime.
You love me or hate me,
In both the term I am with you,
Love make you smile,
But in hatred I am always in your mind.
Love creates wonder,
Hatred breaks the rule , produces blunder,
Love believes in emancipation,
Hatred focus on destruction.
Love weaves magical words,
Hatred plunges to disrobe your inner taunt,
Love beautifies the soul,
Hatred destroys your goal.
Love never takes shelter,
It grooms to prosper ,
A loving relationship ,a beautiful bonding,
Of mutual trust, but ,hatred is the end of each sector.

Sunday, 22 April 2018

Our Friendship

We talk hours,
Share our views, reviews ,
 play tug of war ,crack jokes,
when misery knocks our door ,we  wave our hands saying go to the next door,
When we  laugh ,our sky smiles with lightening and thunder.

Saturday, 21 April 2018

Weight of words

 Life and death  are two heavy words,
Crime and sin ,more heavier ,
War and bloodshed , the heaviest,
But love and friendship is cool,
Adoration ,affection , and the worship are the warmest words , the most difficult job to carry on.

Friday, 20 April 2018

Without you

With you I experienced paradise on the earth,
Days were spring,
nights were habituated to the tune of exhilarating breeze,
noon fly soon counting the falling summer leaves,
With out you the heaven has become my dreams.

Thursday, 19 April 2018

It is very easy?

 Without any relevant cause,
Weaving a thought of own,
You accused me ,
Took advantage of my silence,
You took the privilege  to certify my personality
As   a lady with no moral conduct,
What  you want to present?
A woman is an easy prey  to allegation,
Assualtation and  rejection,
She is a timid toy ,a beautiful infatuation,
Whose emotions are negligible,
Whose priority can be offend able,
Whose image is  to be decorated in the walls of living room,
Whose smile will evoke fire to your ribcage,
You consider yourself truthful,
respectful towards womanhood,
A pious person with 100% perfection,
What will I say to you,
An adorable character, true devotee of humanity
Or  ???
Its very easy to speak words ,
Easy to hurt sentiments
Easy to reach conclusion,
Now enough of this easiness let this gloom to seclusion