Happy birds

Birds over trees do not know when hunter will shoot them.
They happily chirping, singing, and swinging over branches.
before they fall motionless, unknown of what is death.
that floats in the air above head every moment.

Behold, if you know there is the end, coming near.
Cycles of seasons and you are part of wheel,
You are licking material world, burning other side.
One who came will go without exception.

If you are wise, strive for your dream,
Before candle turns off, and leave you in dark unknown.
Don’t be slave of sins and dirty your time.
Be crazy but live pure upon this earth.

Rose Left in a park

Sober wilted petals, red and shades of pink,
All scattered, mixed with sand,
hidden amongst leaves
drifted down the park.

I born, sprouted out of green steam
surrounded by thorns,
I set to blast colors,
smoke of aroma.

Whatever you wear,
I am here to bloom your love.
My beauty, your passions,
I will last in short, as life does.

Strangers pressed below shoes,
stories vanished, and
I turned into dust,
from master of creation.

Those greedy eyes I gathered.
one plucked me for few pennies,
and hold close to nose,
sniffed, charmed with aroma.

He remembered her,
recalled memories, meetings,
longed for her tender voice, and
frail curves.

I was passed
from one hand to other.
uplifted wave of romance,
Fury of waves attacking shore.
I witnessed from tables.
Both mingled, exchanged kisses.
As they lip-locked
both melted, dissolved together,

Joker did his job,
to steal her heart,
won her flesh and body,
just to lock into his house.

I was at start and nowhere else.
He coarsed her,
kicked broken petals,
to place no one comes.

Love was replaced with sinister,
Happenings, fear.
She staggers, search for water,
Lips whisper for her share.

She tears me and eats in regret,
“is it what world, real one”
She is with me,
broken pieces of lonely heart

No Love, laughter or light,
No caring meets and merry.
Just tears, violence and fight,
Wait for time to pass by.

Sober wilted petals, red and shades of pink,
All scattered, mixed with sand.

Slice of sin

This cup of coffee, black and brawny, Sugar and sweet- drinking wavering memory.
Oscillating, crazy ride to know truth, trials.
Blond and beauty, seizes, clutches this heart, stands erect on my way, and leaves rushing heart turbulent.
Force of love violets solace. just come together and dissolve.
Look at creatures, wailing and moaning with days of labor, rise and fall like cascade finding its way.
I am stretched out trembling, stimulated, and sinned happily.
Somewhere labor, somewhere peace, tremor or excitation. My way of life, my way of liberation.
Sinner or house full of sinners, devils live in my heart, all magnifying, catalyzing, going high and high.
Show- Which monk says – I am free of sins? Look his selfish drive, desire of doctrine, Work for god who nowhere exists for atheist.
Sunshine- Bright, flashy, splash of all colors, lasts like slice of sin that burns flesh and fire.

Coffee on my desk

Amul coffee tin on the desk,
grows my thirst.
attracts my gaze,
pulls my hands.

Then it asks me to open its lid,
free trapped coffee,
Enclosed since it was pushed,
and locked after produce.

Juicy coffee succeeds
in fetching my intentions.
Liquid fulfills its wish of
going down a human throat,
touching, and brushing intestine.

Then it wins and meets sole purpose,
Of flowing and travelling
Through human body-limbs, chest,
starting from stomach,
from head to tows.

It liberates proudly after
Refreshing human soul,
Leaving somber, tired mind into
Active, alive and kicking one.

* words wrote in leisure in office.

Images are lifeless

The images are all lifeless,
I touched with my fingers,
they cannot speak.
I know, for I cried aloud to them.

The images are all lifeless,
They laughed out to me
And I turned more alert.

The images are all lifeless,
They sneered mockingly,
‘I am not there anymore’.
I realized, They are part of history.

Images are all lifeless,
I desired them to be real,
And play with me,
desires made me poor and lonesome,

Images are all lifeless,
Knowing nothing is here.
It’s a treasure of the past,
That I carry along with,
gets heavier unless ignored.

The awakening

Hibernation ends, when darkness clears,
Sun rises and days are in crises.


God listens to my call,
and my early rising,
Knowing why I am hurried and desperate.

Melodious spirit of symphony
Tuning at the neighbors’ door,
Turned on me holy spirit.


Darkness clears from the sky.
And lazy bodies alerted with energy,
For his work and progress.

Day welcomed by ablution,
And admiration of my god for all this grace,
And determination and hopes.

I rushed ahead with optimism and aggression,
You are here behind my back looking after me,
Horses are reined by the Lord.