Wishful Alms

As being we seek
The avarice of human passion
The more is less
The lesser is the greed for more
Complacent if ever…
For a moment
Or a nano second
Other needs evoke…
Lust for power, money and fame.

The need is a cycle…
Above food, shelter and cloths
Above love and physical fervor
An obsession of a mind
An infatuation of a heart
The zeal for godliness
That creates eccentricities
The better going for the best
Then the best going for worse.

The cycle breaks…
Into a fatal chain
As the unwoven beads
Separate from a string
Every caricature laughs at one another
The pun is they shy away
Looking at mirror image of themselves
Their fascination and fixation
Nurtures with every defeat.

As everything is inundated
With every gamble
As a dying hope
Enkindles for a drunken
We are too intoxicated…
To care about how much we lost
Or we staked everything
Life, health and sanity
And everlasting bonding.

Wishful alms are from God
People who seek solace in spirituality
They know that this too churns into…
Money, power and fame
I heard God laughing!

Five Minutes of Love

Five sugared minutes in the salty crowds,
As random faces give unknowing glance
Out flowing in to shells of wise and proud,
A syrup forms of partial love romance

Not all the sounds of stares receive echoes
Although they might be snared in vacant minds
Whose seeds would wait for our withdrawal to grow
Into a shady tree with ease unwind

But never will its shade digress to own
Soft guilt that falls like snow with blinks of eyes
And if our passing moods are sadly thrown
They will dissolve despairs in true disguise

Those counts of five we give to love a chance
And witness how to hours their beats advance

I Wait, Yet Alone

None beside me had to wait
Everyone was passing by
I loved the very state
It was raining from the sky

It was cold and a sweet scent
I sat down beyond a lonely tree
The pitter patters that rain sent
I heard, none cared to see

Everyone Running Somewhere
I suddenly smiled for nothing
They liked the way I stare
And Robins began to sing

Nobody, just me, just this rain
And it reminded something deep
As clouds gathered, a cruel pain
I looked away, I was to weep

And questions again fogging my brain
With passers by now almost gone
I have this strange feeling again
I can’t take it, not when I’m alone.

Rain was hiding my tears,
I was crying, like every day,
Sad, As rain so appears,
And my pain gets in the way

I felt many a rain drop
My heart started to pound
I felt like it’s going to stop
Rain, Oh! How sad does it sound?

I lay down, with everyone gone,
Wishes I do have some
I wait yet alone,
Knowing She will not come.

It is dawn

Today. I am with myself.
I know what I want to know.
I spell, I see magic.
Glimpsing is the sun now, he smiles.
I am alight, I am alive!
Chattering birds now hear me.
I sing with the singing blues.

It is dawn.
I found a rose in old pages.
I kiss now the dew drops, embracing the roses.
Thorns flew away.
I bath now, Ah, Lord poured some showers to bath the essence.
I dance at the whistle of trees.
Leaves are back.

Flying now on the wings of a butterfly.
Gliding now with the dark blue ceiling, and the glittering sand, the floor.
The moon now drops, and desert sand wraps itself around it.
Stars fall into the still lone waters.
The waters are alive again.!


Flower petals tumble on the blue skies.


I dream but I am awake.
Dream, it is all a heaven's dream.
It is dawn.

Today, I laugh. I float.
It is dawn.
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My Past, My Possession

They say, forget the past and live on,
For the past is nothing but a grave.
That shall reap no good,
But agonise and destruct the brave.
But I ask them, how can I forget,
What has happened to torment?
And resume as if nothing had happened.
The past is my possession, something which I own,
How can I just let it go?
It is something that has led me to where I am,
How can I let it dethrone.
Today, I am here,
And yet the past is my shadow.
Tomorrow where I shall be, I do not know,
But it’s the past that has lived with me and shall live with me, until I go.
All my bliss and all my ecstasy,
Lives in my past
But I also cannot deny,
That over my pain and my sufferings, it has its cast.
It’s my past that I live with,
Which makes me happy and makes me grief,
And I shall live by it,
Until my last breath cedes.

A Sightless Explorer

She, an anonymous Inheritor of mighty fervour

Riding on the bank of autumnal blue river;

Today, sky has wrapped up with triumphing blue

Rain commands the universe with Heaven’s wide bow

She gently hopes for nurseling their composed charm

Seeing some scattering sprinkle of receding rain on greenery grass

Quite breathing of wetly field wreathing on heavenly high

Stretches her fluttering wings to love the fresh fluffy sky

Adventuresome stretchy touches adore the youngest hue-

Dear rainbow behind engrossed whitish clouds that is new

Shivering foliage kiss her zealous spirit in innocent being

Pouring upon mass warmth of her courage’s brink

Gathering clouds on soft-lifting winnowing wind

Weaving far on airy top in mighty brimming fear

Her touch might spoil their delicate rosy blossoms

But she? still in the weaving grasp of wafting perfume

Her sprightly heart was towered tall

Thirsty faith went strong for a friendlier call

Lot of dreams lulling in her sanguine dream

Everything shines bright in her sightless solemn realm

Dancing Angels

With every passing moment
Heart skipped a beat
While life took a step ahead
Melting in the arms of time

Neither the time turned back
Nor did the life
Preachers preached to move on
While the learners kept on learning…

Swift motions
On the rhythmic beats
Dancing Angels
In a close dance
On the floor of time and life
Lost somewhere
:
:
Between
:
:
The way it is and
The way it could have been