Monsoon
Listen to the roar
What does it say?
Riddles on roofs
knocks on sheds
So loud, so clear
Monsoon…
You are a Poet
You are a poet
As you wrote, so what three lines
Food is hunger
Clothes are stroke of mud
Oh, shelter is sky
I in Crowd
What matters is disgust
Grinding two beans
I have unknown voices
roaming around me
Hard to Breathe
It’s hard to breathe sometimes
But I am writing to catch my breath,
In lamentable couple of minutes and hours
My eyes turn so heavy to blink,
Seeds of happy dandelion
Touched me many times,
Indifference
It’s you, It’s me
Or say we are we
You criticize
I hold it in myself
I doubt its beauty…
Anxious Silence
No freedom, no rights…
Listening to something
Something horrible
Yes, it is that only
Juggle is not
Key to success
It’s just a process
Waiting
In a waiting room
Fingers grasping a shroud,
Ay, shroud of moments
When I was happy as a Clam,
Ah, so what? Now you have
Skin all burnt…
Curious Kiddos
‘I’ (Baby boss).
I love to listen to lullabies of my own choice. Lullaby which never ends, like twenty-four seven I just have to keep going for it. Whenever I play, crawl, peep and eat it’s just a lullaby everywhere.
No passion only hunger in kitchen
A big spoon full of batter spilled and spilt in a pan, tossed and served on a plate. It was garnished with lemon and coriander which was placed on the table. Till morning it disappeared.
Friendship
And Friends,
Turns it towards the next tune,
Memories Of My Eye Capture
Oh, dear God,
I still remember that pose;
In trial of first walk,
I fell, then crawled;
Creative Girl’s World
The moment when I look,
Captures many eyes;
Eye in the view, view is in my eye,
The joy of its elegancy makes me fly so high;
Angel Of Darkness
Blur for first, got disappeared by last,
Mysterious was time, blindfolded with dark;
Love For Silence
My brain became a barren land,
And heart was facing drought;
Blossomed tricky noisy maize,
Lots of unpleasant templates;
Miss You Dad!
Mind was not accepting reality,
Heart was feeling very proud;
Today he may not be alive,
But his efforts lie in the crowd;
He In Her
The world is behind me,
But I bend in front of them;
No one knows this mystery,
In every way I am hidden in them;
Fantasy: College Life
In Primary School…
No worries, out of rules,
Fun in breath and swings of mood;
Candies were my first love,
Chocolates made me feel so good;
City Life
Yes, it’s me
Wild fantasy,
To ride my bike
For a ramble on roads;
Cheerful majestic,
Breeze blowing my hair;
Under the light of
Sparkling stars;
Place Of Memoirs
This place is a replica,
A record of our memoirs;
Look now you are not here,
But What I doing here?
My Full Time Companion
Deep inside I have a connection with universal phase,
There is a power which exists;
Around me as an aura whenever I pray,
Me My Books in Nights
No matter if it’s 12:00 by night,
No matter if I am lonely figure;
Every flip of their pages,
Makes me fresh and curious…
Dreamt a Morning in Morning
Aroma of wet soil and fresh blooming buds,
Dragged me towards the inviting casement;
My face felt those rain drops with blush,
The dewy vision which I saw cherished my day with excitement;
Bleeding Hearts
Love and care are expectations,
Like the heart of poison;
From outside it is outstanding,
Deep inside its bleeding;