Saturday, 3 February 2018


I am listening to all sound tracks
Of the earth, reverberating 
Either in the air, or in black holes,
In search of voice of chirping birds,
That can comfort me, to bear resonance -
Life is not hard, everything is worth living,
And dream brings moral for life,
Sorrows brings changes in conciousness.
Fire is not languishing burns,
It burns amoral activities. 
Bodies are not machines,
But are geometrical form for living of soul. 
Human being is manifestation of living self 
and its consciousness, as I feel it,
Singing is an occasion of  rhythm of heart,
And when I wake up every morning
I love to see glimpse of  beautiful birds, 
Either in the garden or in the balcony, 
They sing to hug with the nature for getting purified.  
And it will create first line of my next poem,
All their appearance will fill emptiness with love,
To gleam with words, those hold respect to delight
That is the source and beginning of wonderful things
Upon the earth for living and for going through 
Existence of the universe. 
It is substance for life and for poetry.

Wednesday, 18 October 2017


Birds chirp in the morning,
Awake to hear drum beats
To greet Kalipuja, surrounded
By pleasing sound with tune
Of courage of early morning,
Birds flock around upon a cord,
Their voice opens treasure of
Hope and wisdom to connect
Our heart with Mother Kali’s blessings,
Goddess of divinity, protecting us
With Jaba flower dancing in
The morning delight, whispering
For enthralls to call us all
To live in Heavenly earth with
Peaceful movement, moment of
Journey for prayer, comfortably. 

Tuesday, 17 October 2017


Bluebell Books Twitter Club!: short story slam week 76, 11/2/2017---11/19/2017, Humor, Poetry form, and Lots of Laughter


Water runs in river of flowing gravity. It forms little waves; those do not put us at risk, and a thin wish runs behind to form the age of creation. It is making journey since early morning upon the earth, and the sky to be happy, trees to be green, civilization to be happy with crops, and reeling under shadow of soft sunlight becomes one mode of making life graceful and whole of the world turns to be the messenger of peace, and breathing becomes easy to open mind to every man and woman to locate where the life is easy to look through window of solvency, to listen sound of breathing and love. All hope will rise to accommodate wild rabbit to roam around field to eat grass, and no pirate will pursue chase to share grass, but modesty will engrave the world with sculpture of deepest blue of the mind that carries of essence of life, and no sword will cut the butter for others’ happiness. And the world look up for another version of the earth to be created in the miracle of own creation and otherness of  livelihood. 


Sunday, 15 October 2017


With slain sculls in hand, dry blood soaked,
She stands, and the grief seems end in glee,
She wonders if she knows enough in this land,
To be bold, at the edge of eliminating evils,
A wind of defeating all waring dacoits out of trolls,
It brings October night cool upon her shoulders.
Lord Shiva lies calm beneath her, a sail from sea
Resembling peace around the world, on the turf.
A patch of many evils fallen from mind’s inside
That flows beneath reality, arrogant in red eyes,
Her countering red eyes places a balanced wind,
To be the way on the track of normal stream,
To defeat anxiety, to establish forgiveness and
Peace, giving all the way to introduce seamless stride, 

Like the sage of healing spirit, inside dust-free mist. 

Thursday, 10 August 2017


As if rib-cage –
perceived pain-drops pouring in –
because enough pain makes a pool,
with rain-drops.

Inside remote of heart, the blue
steps in with its breathing, and
forgets to rebel, as if it is locked
inside green edge over cold wind.

Fruits do not get maturity,
in some weighing scale,
images quieted by mind’s mirror.
Clouds wandering far below.

Tuesday, 8 August 2017


Grown from the perceptible loving flow,
Grown from the teary passage over the bridge,
Open with the loving children dream ground,
Everyone drives with hope and passion,
In our minds and eyes for earthly justice,
Through the fear and tears of catastrophe,
Sometimes we are scared, sometimes
We are benefited with style of silver sun.

Time creates events. She creates one event after reading her heart with her motherly feeling, because she lost her child in an accident. It is time of reviewing of loving bond. It is destiny of changing events. Some events cannot be frozen, because moving like birds always is everything as none wants to be ended. and there are programs when students gather to sing for a cause in searching of living branches of memories along the way of collective symmetry in the nature, like, the sun, the earth, the moon fall in the line of this rotation, in silence, to form eclipse of the moon, even in a rainy night with hovering clouds around the moon, to open one event with one mystery key, a message with the nature towards opening of one fine morning with sweet chirping of birds.  

Tuesday, 1 August 2017


I do not tell of myself
I have so many questions,
“Are you married?”
“How old are you?”
“Have you children?”

My answers are all vague
because I cannot sing for life,
and I am lost one in love and sense,
from teen age and to my matured age
because they all betray of my life,

“ No worry, just I want to love
someone who feels to be silent
but who wants to fill mind of woman
who deserves to be his own,
and she said
-”I respect your privacy,
and I have two children
who are my love and hope
this will be yours too,
and here is something you can share
and me also. because love is ageless
and review is negative prorogation all time.
and I love you.”

Her grandson is her life and breathing.

That day all conversations ended.