I am afraid of the untamed animal in  Me.

Hope of being tamed by God 

 Let God tamed it as per His plans.

               You


You walk right towards my soul
in the spaces of minute possibilities
your words sometimes stopped my breath
for unknown reasons of belonging

we danced like children in rain
what we shared colured our dreams
what we left without speaking still shines
as the gems of river Lethe

we are two strings of one song
many notes played in this violin
but some remains its echoes
now me also remain in that list

when ever love touches me
i became a poet with hues of violet
there we find each other with soul
in the plethora of words and meanings.

Rustic for novelty

for novelty

Rushing through a world of ideas
i met a brain with out veins
it get diminished its sides

the walls of monasteries also thicken
by the coloures of searching for new
all are running behind technologies
further digitizing some religiosity too

where ?..where?..the cry echoed
where i lost my spirit
the chambers of dark walls
cried aloud and wept

a new guru came yesterday
he said that it was in the old trunk
of antique rituals and life style
novelty is not the way of this life
but the real challenge is to delve
to the deeper most end of real essence
it seemed to be rustic
but the real spirit will be there

even the dusts can say a story 
the wind will narrate the tales
sand can paint many portrays
but only a soul can be in search of God

The query of worth

The question of worth is relative

age and experiences will read  the meaningful definitions endlessly

what you are today is a result your past carved your boundaries

sometime your silver line of destinies

contented  memories splash your dreams chaotic and more chaotic

humanity loses its ability to withhold for valuable notes 

relationships collapsed in the rocky streets of selfishness

prayers became vain in redundancy

mantras  became some noise

pollution and population alike

decaying symbols, floating in cold waters

wrath warped innocent emotions

weariness published its melancholy

time for another wasteland they cries

echoes fell apart to vanity and vacuum

there i see your tears frozen

but it spark the ruby of your passions
    

Imprints of mind

Marvel are those sights ever
sprinkling of tears in twilight
rain bows scattered the sights
there colours of novelty dazzled

maturity peeped through narrow holes
reasoning fainted but rejuvenated again
moralities are painting the walls of new fabrics
existence itself became a  question

May flowers of adaptation sprung
adopted minds of modernity flunk
relations floated over the sea of emotions
meanings became an irony for frontier lobes

who I am ? questions repeated
Where I am? redundancy continued
Why I am? crisis begin
What I am? answers blurred its boundaries

Till where? conscious mind's plea
for what? enlightenment bowed
then next? definitions conglomerated
silence prevailed the space
questions diminished and she saw
dawn of a new horizon in her madness  
 

Twilight and thunder

Stars adorned that night solemnly

Queen moon soon enthroned happily

Fairy tales echoed like monsoon

Earth overflowed with celestial pool

Shadows adds thickness to darkness

Thunder and twilight splashed the sky

Hilarious both earth and heaven..

Snow touched the face of earth

With a mantle dipped in fragrance of Irish wine

Paintings of Italy and poems of Oxford

Reflect the opulent exquisiteness of that night

Night..oh..Abode of mysteries..

You gave birth to your sons and daughters of novelty

Agony transformed in you to a new born strength

Imaginations made your face more cordial

When was that night do you know?

It was on the liberty of her soul

take off from barren lands to fruitful orchard.

We were together for years
we sigh, we laugh, and angry
we made years more simpler
we were friends for ever
 but, we part impartially
for partial contentment of heart
by proving our existence
brooding over fragrance of past.