SLEEPING BEAUTY IN FOG

Sleeping beauty in fog,

The nature sleeps in winter dawn,

In green grass song. 

LOVING MEMORIES

Time passes in time,

Man or woman goes in time,

As I am travelling in speeding train,

Looking outside of the natural scene,

And I think of the time

That is relative,

With the stars moving

Or brightening the sky,

As if I see the love,

Kissing and cuddling

On the past day,

As if I am one of them

Who are listening sounds of life,

In heart and in rain,

When the green covers body reign,                             

And I live in seasons of the nature

Mature with recollection

Of our touching and caring

Our loved one.

Time will come

When I will sink in memories,

To think life is journey

With love and battle,

Like up and down contour

Of the hill and the terrain,

Masterful enclave

Of the nature with dream,

In presence of our deeds.  

WE WALK WITH POETRY AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2012, GUNTUR, INDIA

We walk with poetry,

We move in light of poetry

In life, like stars. 


Note: Ms. P. Nagasuseela and Mr. P. Gopichand are two intelligent masters of organizational capability, conducting this International Poetry Fest at JKC college, Guntur, AP, India, since 2008.

2. Prof. Pornpen Hantrakool of Thailand helped me to get this picture. 

THE POETIC BLISS – AN ANTHOLOGY, INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2012, GUNTUR, AP, INDIA

Poetry, beloved images,

Printed pages are beauty of words

Companion of life. 

POETS AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST – 2012, GUNTUR, INDIA

Assembly of poets,

Colorful vision round the creation,

On the earth, life’s dewdrops.

HEART OF LOST HEART

The acquaintance goes outside

Of my web page ecstasy. It is a broken singing.

The scent and hue of our daily talks lost in web jungle,

The airy space is now a passing light.

Once we talked like rain of words falling,

Upon glass window, with resonance and passion,

My fingers run over keyboard to bring bubbles of love,

Until dark horizon came on the compliant mode.

Now I sit down on the web page alone, I often call her

Over phone, and recorded voice tells me

The telephone number is not in service,

One moment I have a deep sigh.

Behind the glass screen, I do not know what

She is doing, absence from me is a fence over the passion,

That was once our talks and understanding each other.

As if tons of love has the earth between me and her.

Space on the earth has done connections like burn,

Web sand piles are now over our heart, a greedy web surge,

It bends everyone and then makes vacuum

That braces over life and burn, heart of lost heart.

Color is gone, I still on the fencing braces of learning,

I have to go on break after break, as wave breaks and forms

Over oceanic character of love and gravitation,

I still love a break of loneliness, thinking she will come again.

BALANCING LOVE

She bounces

She wants to share performance,

She is young, she is fortune.

She moves along line of union,

That shows body curves, nice,

Dividing sections, soft.

Flexibility, crossing legs,

Whispers inwardly warm journey,

Over exciting eyes.

She supports fine balancing,

To protect love,

Like caring a tender sapling. 

When she walks,

She is bold to know the world,

She thinks she is at the highest                                                                                                  

Moments of life,

She is host of colors,

Worldly life, rainbow in mind.

LOVING MIRROR

I cannot reject all reflections,
I cannot reject all points of views,
I cannot reject all net works of addressess,
I cannot be independent of assigned addressess.

Please come close to our moves,
I can use limits of face to face recognition,
I am independent of broadcast dependence,
Me and you.

Let me stand face to face,
I will see how we take in the sunlight,
With rain alongsight

Words of many words are reflected,
We live in he subset of nipples' effects,
Memories are moistured with wordles stares,
I want to mingle with your physical workload.

I am moistured once again and again,
The method of replying is discribed,
Extention of developed images with prefix of love,
I want to get relaxed in your physical network.

I am embroiled with your footsteps,
With prefixed and suffixed net assignments,
All words are stopped,
I am awake in love, please come in my mirror immages.

LOVE IS LOVE

Water-wave forms life to occupy the sea,
Travelers put fingers to trace cool flowing in sands,  

Unevenly pressure makes pleasure in beloved eyes, 

Water soaked beach makes prominence of lovers,
 Men and women make rooms, awaiting for love
Comfortable on the earth on the moving sequence,

Love is love, on passage of life's journey, 
Like desire of mountain to touch the sky, 

The blue sky sets our desire on open mirrors,

We are in timely flames in the act of appearance, 

With our approaches, we like to be insider. 
Not willing to disappear from rooms built with prayers. 

LOVE LOST IN THE VAST WORLD

In the internet flowing of messages, images,

You come in your page and video stream,

With your beauty in valley of thousand likes,

Where from I began singing love songs,

I dig it with your pretty eyes,

And with your loving countenance,

I admire it for long time of wishful messages,

For love and sequences of offering ring,

That I win on my loving whispers,

And your absence, it seems love is done,

Becomes great stealing prisons of love,

With assurances of pains of feeling,

I am in that sense of losing a part of life,

With remembrance of your past presence.

And answers of love are sweetest songs of the earth.

When she bents, I see her back,

Hands covering her breasts, over her shoulders,

She is beautiful, like swimming lady with

Night meditation, a sequence of hair falling,

Upon my eyes, and I can smell loving pleasure,

With her high and low breathing over life

That is the source of loving movements

With fragrance of flower that she uses in perfume,

And her body becomes one source of mingling

In the watery wall of swinging delight,

It is now a message of love and dream of the past.

In search of identity, I am like monsoon cloud,

I look on your face that is like a loving woman,

And it is the sequence of signaling ordeals of light,

With many things of sustaining stories,

And these are the wishful assets of happiness,

Healing touch moving over love and its doctrine,

Flowing away gently, doing nothing on my calling,

I think it is a dream, as if winds of love caught

For a moment, I just get past of snowy living. 

THE GREAT-GRANDMOTHER AND HER GREAT-GRAND BABY

This poem is for Mrs. Suchitra Bhowmik

Age by age she passes eighty two years,

With life, having lightness and darkness,

Now she has one friend who is baby

And she is not known for the time being,

As life have fractions on tiny family,

Living far away, with occasional visits,

To the great-grandmother, who is

Perfectly living with existing force,

Yet feeble to recognize her nearest one,

It is like claim and reclaim of time cloak

Over the stage of cell bounding events,

The baby is acquainted with parents

And little with grandmother,

Now renewal for acquainting with

Mother of grandmother is distant aspect,

The baby is bewildered, and cries,

The baby does not rest with her embrace,

Yet it is great energy to hold the baby

With other hand that is known or unknown,

It is the life of creation,

And we all move with the significance,

And the baby is energy of our living,

With passage of time, we are disciples

Of the great creation, we are bounded in. 

DEVOTEES OF GODDESS DURGA

The grandson lonely

Moves for what can be

His terms of protection

On the pandal of Goddess Durga

Who mounts on Her pet lion,

In Her legendary win in the war

With Asura Mahishasura,

Along with four children, on Her altar,

And we worship Her for peaceful living

With Her gracious presence

With Her blessing upon us,

She stands for all blessings,

Upon us with our dreams

And Her wining zeal,

With movement of judgment and colors,

With glory and promises,

With glittering light of mind,

From the baby to the old devotee,

Obedient to acquire consciousness,

For defending honest sacrifice,

In the searching of love and peace,

In the battle of good and evil,

On the long way of perfectness

Of becoming well being,

For living with peace and happiness.

LOVE AND BURN

She wants

A realm of love

On a fantastic term,

Sharing moments

With someone,

Very careful

Like winter dew

Standing high on

Grass leaves

Conflicting with the sun,

It is term of love,

To live with

Loving sun,

And the sun is creator

Of warmth of love

To engulf its love

On the blasting surface,

With helium on burn,

The nature revolves

Around the light and term.

She wants a home,

With a new window

That can pass light

Through its wings,

With lips kissed,

Close to body touching,

In body moisture,

Over time and again,

Sensing time’s need,

With life and loving feed

For another journey

With delight of awakening.

HAIKU: GODDESS DURGA

Blissful eyes,

Her valiant looks on war field,

With more motherly flair. 

LET US PRAY ON HAPPY DURGA PUJO

Join with us,

Time of worship,

Mother Goddess

Devi Durga

On Her way

To the earth,

Lotus virtues,

So joyously

So womanly,

So motherly,

So valiantly,

With Her grandeur,

Full of Her blessings.

Let us pray good wishes

To live peacefully, happily,

With Her divine delight. 

DEVI DURGA

You look direct to the earth,

You look direct to the evil,

You look direct to the celestial ambiance,

You look direct to future of the earth.

You are feminine power

Your eyes are dazzling with rightful vision,

Yet your eyes are cool with motherly feeling,

You are the nature eminent with devotion.

When you turn towards evils, you hold weapons,

Rudra's trident, Vishnu's discus,

Indra's thunderbolt, Brahma's kamandalu,

Kuber's Ratnahar, and more.

The goddess of the earth, the great reverence

You do hold; more, more you slay Asuras,  

Madhu, Kaitabha, and Sumba and Nisumba

And Mahishasura, and you are maker of Asuras’ grave.

All we worship you, our only love, to love you,

We all serve you, all serving people we are.

Our prayer is delivered on your honor,

On every walk of hard ways of existence.

You come to protect us from fearful demons,

You are the rescuer from all ills of life,

You are mother;   you come on this earth,

Resting on lion’s shoulders, along with four children.

The sky is blue, and clouds are white, flowing,

And drums are tuned and played in completeness,

We feel the dew’s feeling in mind,

All are beautiful and new with your arrival.

All homes are in mirth with your coming here,

Charming autumn has melted in colorful spirits,

We are all faithful in worshiping you,

With Seuli flowers’ sweetened fragrance all around.

We love you, sweet Mother Goddess, not forget you,

While the earth’s turbulent bearing does come upon us,

No ill desire or hope does conquer upon our heart,

Hope for peaceful living, blissful desire bestows upon us. 

Let these golden days stay in our life, with hope and shine,

Generation after generation we do hold the blissful endeavor,

With glittering aspects of Mother Goddess, Devi Durga,

Let us take dip in Her divine beauty of life and world with her blessings.  

PRAYER TO GODDESS DURGA

This year I get in touch

Of the place of devoting for blessings,

Of Goddess Mother, Devi Durga,

Feminine supremacy upon the universe,

Upon the people of the earth,

And I have the faith in beauty,

That our gracious Mother does come

From Heavenly abode for peace and wellness,

I am enlightened by shining of beautiful mother,

And I feel the courage to hold love of life,

Time and again, on getting relief,

The glorious way She gives to her devotees,

All prayers are for glittering beauty of life,

Hope, highest bliss, peace and love.

--

Picture Credit: 

Debajyoti Biswas

PLEASE PAY ME WHEN YOU CAN AFFORD TO PAY THE PRICE

One hundred one windows,

Light coming out from famous building,

There are rumors, affluent mouths, and

Massage parlors, and a swimming pool,

Design Empire of locality is landmark to locate streets.

And behind the building, no light is there,

The lane behind the street as if dark day on the ground,

It is one ancient lane of secrets of living.

There is another life behind the street,

Always it is at dusk, light is gloomy,

All crowded workers living, serving others,

People here do live, they buy essentials at one small shop

And there only an electric bulb gives slanting light.

It is here with hundred years of history,

Everyone is here careful while walking on road,

Street dogs bark if strangers come to find someone.

The shop owner is young man sitting with bare body exposing,

He is smiling always to serve people, who buy groceries.

Small quantity of cosmetics is there for younger people,

Flamboyance is here reduced to daily needs,

On query he says, “I am ignorant of wealthy visage,

I am bearer of ancient ethics of my forefathers,

I know I have now to take risk of lending commodities,

To all people who come here to buy things of their needs.”

He puts one placard on the wall of his shop,

“Selling items on credit is my living,

No hiding ecstasy does relate to me.

Turnover of my business is limited to needs of living.

Please pay me when you can afford to pay the price.”

My Poem This Picture Contest: FLOWERS

Here is my poem This Picture Contest: July / August 31, 2012
at Sketchbook,  A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms

FLOWERS: Free Verse Serial Number 7

MY HAIKU THREAD

Here is my Haiku thread : July / August 31, 2012
at Sketchbook,  A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms

My Haiku thread serials

# 16

# 78

# 80

# 82

at The following thirty-three poets from eleven countries have contributed 172 Haiku to the July / August 31, 2012-43 "vegetable(s)" Haiku Thread

MY HAIKU, HAIJIN

Here is my poems,  at SSH 4 Contest: July / August 31 
at Sketchbook,  A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms

Fourteen haijin from seven countries contributed haiku to SSH 4

Contestant No. 06: Asim Kumar Paul, IN 

Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: DRAMAS AND FREEDOM

                                       Tropical Toxic Art Illustrated By Asaf and Tomer Hanuka

                                     Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

On marching towards

Hundreds of ways of conflicts,

To the gates of war and death,

To the hate factor with songs,

Flowers are deemed humorous,

For a little longer, thinking of freedom,

Hope is there for different protests,

The image is bright, it is a drama. 

MISSING LOVE

We are souls

Moving in mysterious ways,

We are souls

Of a nation, tears coming out,

Floating between

Board meeting and

Living in hanging,

Caught in uphill task

That we cannot make viable

For our rescue for better substance

For our existence, as we are

Bereft of sanctity,

And in fractures,

We have no purpose

Or dream,

Love is now a defect,

It is in missing segments,

As souls of distant

State of being is in cells

Disabled us to move in array,

Blood is pouring out.  

MY PRETTY LOVING BEAUTY

In all seasons of my life,

I have traveled a long way,

To hold loving delight,

In my mind, in my folding of arms,

The touching of very beauty,

That will have essence to tell me

About the score of life, and

Sweet spells of the life and the moment,

Drifting tide in my veins,

On its way to my heart,

The very enthralls of my feeling,

That I can hold and give security,

It is way of my loving sacrifice for her.

Like a flower she comes,

Respiration does hold the charm,

I only try to say,

“Pretty things are for adoration,

And accepting it is like

Dissolving in love, when mind is

Eager to meditate in its liberation.”

She then equips her beauty

To hold me in deep of her beating heart,

It is like dissolving in sensation,

I mingle with moves of realization,

It is her love that is my delight. 

Note: This poem first published in Creative Outlet Ventures

on a discussion of my poem, ON BEATING OF DRUMS in LinkedIn.com 

I AM NOT A POET

I am not a poet in poetry survey,

I am in dispute, for writing poetry,

From the avenues of life to center of thought,

I am common of commons on receiving solitude,

As I have nothing to offer -

I cannot offer charms,

I cannot offer dreams,

I cannot offer social justice or support,

I cannot bring hope in my words,

I cannot make resonance in word-rhythm,

I cannot make sweet music on prosody,

I cannot move one in enjoyment, in sense of love,

I cannot make a journey as a little jewel,

That holds the tameness for reading my poem,

Yet I write to hold my acquaintance

With the world that is divine on its love

For what exists on its surface as object,

And I want to learn from every object,

I want to cheer existence of all objects here,

And I want to find my way to word in word,

Those are new to me, and I do not hear earlier,

As everything on this earth

Supremely exists, even in loneliness.

Funny Bunny Fridays Week 13: THE LITTLE CHILD AND THE SUNLIGHT

http://purpletreehouse.blogspot.in/2012/10/funny-bunny-fridays-week-13-has.html

My little grandson wants to catch sun-rays,

I feel seeing it a lot of fun,

My query is not like that of little one,

My feet want to control the baby on run.

His little fingers move in light

He cannot hold it on the right,

I am still chasing around his crawling,

And to protect him I run close to him.

With eagerness he looks at sun-rays

Falling upon floor through window,

He has to wait for many days,

To grow up to know the way.

Long way on his great curiosity,

He smiles and tries to hold rays,

As if these are solid objects,

My funny things are his curiosity.

I think sunlight is his gracious vision,

Little things are so important on our life,

His little hands want to rein the existence.    

WINDOW OF LOVE

You with blushing smiles,

Do come on your planned way,

Mingled with wild ethos

Those get change on the grace,

On a day in winter season,

Snow yet to fall on yellow surface

Of the earth, enriched in random choice,

I live with this dream.

You come on my way,

To ask me what I want

On the feather skin, soft like melting dew,

On grass, hands on the shore,

To hold your chin to look into your eyes,

And then ride on oceanic mystery,

Wind and swing of words,

Will bring waterfall on secret charms,

And I will mingle in your bloom,

Careful in your pursuits,

Moving me in your touch,

On the vast exploration of the earth,

Expression can build the expectation.

It gives me tide

That opens the window of love,

The speech of life begins in syllables.             

LIFE AND DESTINY

I run on faults,

I have come a long way,

I know I have to run,

And effortlessly I have to understand,

The bearing of simmering burden

On my back,

To reach to the sea

That is my aim,

That is meant for me,

And time brings conclusion

To live on sharp razor-edge,

Smell on smell

Word on word

With body in pain,

Over fire of speeches

Delivered by others,

Who are making differences,

Between common and uncommon,

Between reality and dream,

And I think of my faults,

As generality of living

For my life and destiny. 

PHONE, CAMERA AND THE INTERNET

Phone in shades of color

With aluminum backing

Or plastic-rubber casing,

With touch screen

Is now essential for talking

Hello in the morning,

Far from countries across boundaries,

And we sit on communicative world,

Vibrant as a galaxy over sound around life,

We are moving talking on talking,

Stirring the wave in the air,

Through aptitude of our innovations.

Amazing things are cameras

With Wi-Fi stream that moves

Cloud to cloud to show pictures

On realm of eyes over our life,

That is enlightened with imaging perception,

Over human existence

With the life and the nature,

With images running before eyes,

Eager to learn for gallants and fancies

Of our creation and participation

With reflections of life,

Inclined mainly on photographic treasures.

And in the very existence

Internet has prudently creates

Connections over interpretations of life,

And continues to find time, and ensuing events

From pictures of our primary activities,

To the world of knowledge and messages,

Like funny things as consumers,

Giving the earth’s grace,

That is filled with happy or angry reflections

And we move about our forms and contents,

With which we move over ages and pursuits.

We are living now in websites and on line consumption.  

LIFE AND LOVE

When my exhausted moments do come,

And the earth becomes my anger,

I want to move in arms’ sails and in moonlight,

There grow sweet thoughts lain in brain,

I dream of her in my special room,

A flower bed in music of my dream,

A kiss for love that gives me relief,

And till morning I love to stay in spirited voice,

That cools me in her soft bosom,

That knows what tired sleep does want to feel,

Over my lain head, in murmurs,

And I move on pink surface and in white clouds

Those hover over silent unity of life and love,

As if a piano music moves with great love-order. 

SENSE OF LIFE

A long way in the summer sun,

Day’s journey recalls sleep’s turn,

Morning to evening moves in pain,

Going out of the apple core wonder,

Life is an order of the rays,

From actions to rains,

Soon lovely home comes in vision,

World taking rest in sleeps,

With the sun’s going down,

Love comes in the sense of life. 

FACTS AND LIFE’S ERRORS

I cannot change the world

I cannot make teasing upon me,

I cannot be master of my destiny,

As present time gives a yellow performer

And he is living source-agent of life,

Taking charge of my protection.

And he knows how to earn benefits

From the events those are communicative

Easily to the ears of common flows, blows, snows,

As if I am living in powerhouse

That is maintained by circuits,

A whirling guidance of my real life

And here lies the error, own advocacy is rumored.

I cannot speak on sorrowful events,

As I am not acquiring the freedom,

As my tenancy looses ticket for binding

With bottom of dictation, my performance levels.

To the established echo that comes in nature,

And I am one mold of life sentence,

I cannot say in my way as I am one image of

Other species those are like precious stone

Continually and significantly braced with

New fashions of life pattern, a new type of returns.

MY LIVING STANDARD

My childhood, a spoon on the sickle

That gets hot at every burn of struggle,

As if I am blown out like a burnt fly in heat wave,

That covers me in its huge wing folds.

It is not that I am on the wrong path,

I want to survive, struggling with reality,

I am not aimless, but some unknown

Luxurious persons drug my feet for their gain.

The entire dream is a broken night lamp

That clings over my head while sleeping.

My bed is screwed to a fixed wall,

That is crude, coated with blood-soaked color.

On this way I am moving with affiliations

Those are not mine, but are imposed capsules

That cannot generate dream, but give nightmare,

And with this, my living standard is poor and nostalgic.

Note: I am happy to received 

The Perfect Poet Award List For Week 73, Happy Rally! Thanks to Hyde Park Poetry

LIFE IS BURDEN, I REALIZE IT

I look at him

He delivers a television speech,

Country welcomes his voice,

He is like an image of deliberation

And he marches on, and dwells in public mind,

As if he is voyaging through villages

Like chief of maintaining of provisions,

Food, drink and dwellings,

I believe he is man of words,

I have to honor him.

In his speech he plays like king,

And he declares, “We have to arrive at

Highest post of our life, and

We have to come out of our burdens.”

It sounds good to hear all thoughts,

He just then declares,

Selling of elementary episode of life,

But villagers do belief to have with it,

And it cannot be sold out.

I think it is a bargain,

Shopping with basketful items,

Air, the sunlight, water, and the nature,

Those are once our originality of surviving,

And now those are being sold out by own erosion.

.

The speech ends,

Flushes of camera bulbs go wild,

Photo of the king comes in breaking news,

I remain as mute observer

Looking at the black hole

I am living with erosion of soil,

As if I am pushed across vineyard,

And subjected to live in wound with empty hand,

Life is burden, I realize it.

MAN OF MARKETING PRICE

When I see the man by my side,

I can guess he is an affluent one in the folk,

Having labels on the vehicle, while moving,

At present he is an exception.

I now look at the environment,

His gestures are full of avoiding me,

I cannot talk with him, I think he is

Very important, having a serious vision.

Then I survey dream and hope at the living,

I stay at a distance from his observance,

His is like proclaimed winner of marketing price,

Life is someone’s playing game to be fine. 

Short Story Slam Week 27: Locations and Sensations

                                   LOCATION AND SENSATION                 

                                                  

Image Credit: Forests Bona

Bluebell Books Twitter Club: Short Story Slam Week 27: Locations and Sensations

Standing on the Broadway passage,

I pass my time with my baggage

For my journey to Chicago, Seattle, Austin, airport, and

My ride starts for India – Kolkata, Delhi, Madras and Mumbai.

In my youthful aromas, and I want to see the locations,

And I am curious of sensation; I can feel it of my visits there,

With my affordable fare and journey cost,

And I want to see sunset at the Juhu Beach,

To compare the scene that I see at my place - California beach.

I will visit Santiniketan with my friends,

And from bookstore at Visva-Bharati University,

I will buy one full collection of writings RabindranathTagore,

My mind will be enlightened with echo of spirited feeling of his writings.

There are places I may walk with thoughts that may grow,

With an echo of a sound that creates blessings of this world.

I may have some knowledge of spiritual insights of India,

And I can enter the existence of the beautiful earth,

And understand the world of nature, the mother earth preserves. 

LOVE AND POETRY

I am still learning the word, love,

I am still learning the word, poetry,

I am still learning what to write

On love and on poetry,

And get a combination of two words

Into relinquishment of becoming a poetry,

On way to ensure love of my dear one,

With the presence of texts and contours,

She comes in my dream,

Sometimes in her beauty of natural attitude,

I have seen an angel over music of forms,

I have to travel in search of words

For useful content of understanding of beauty,

Life is full of act and ideas,

One is existent of one’s self,

And it is a place

Where love and poetry exist

With promises from heart,

I am still learning what it is about love,

And when poetry become meaningful to

Sweet melody of mind, to touch to my loved one.

She comes in accordance with her nature,

She wants to make a history,

In love’s theme of speaking aloud in verse,

And asks me in common parlance

To hold her hands in her wishes,

Following through thrills of two words, love and poetry.

Note: This poem is first published in discussion of my poem, MY LADY BEAUTY, at literary group Writer's Cafe' in linkedin.com 

THE DREAM

I return to a concluding part,

I do not move in wilderness,

And will see reflection of love,

On the earth’s web of existence.

I return to a magical turning,

Mighty presence of beautiful moon,

Gives evidence of unending pursuance

Of love to beauty of a person,

Who can say, “Live with my words,

I love dreamer’s dream,

With the images of life in the world,

I am the woman, I hold the dream.”

I look at the sky, in the night,

And think, millions of years passed,

The moon is still dreaming spirit,

In presence of love in everyone’s feeling. 

Note: This poem is first published in discussion of my poem, MY LADY BEAUTY, at literary group Writer's Cafe' in linkedin.com 

MY LADY BEAUTY

I have seen you in your eyes,

To hairs that make big shadows around,

Over your face,

As if hairs encroaching your face,

And eyes are shut in thrill of love,

Horizon of beauty moves under your beauty,

That I want to see through all my life,

Turn after turn

Keeping a vigil sensation in your love,

O my lady beauty, you are defiance of my love.

I have seen your blush in very touch,

Great attitude of high spirit,

Life is full of love

When I see you, and always pray

You smile with closed eyes,

With all hairs falling down on your countenance,

As if the storm create lovely air,

Under younger and prettier transformation,

With every kiss that dazzles in your lips,

Millions of years we live at the centre of love.

IF LOVE COMES

Moving door to door, land to land, ocean to ocean,

Walking through asteroids, you come into my heart,

As an angel to offer love, an impression in love mind,

Through the celestial light, soft and delight.

Looking for a lovely heart I move since the universe created,

Your words are symbol of call of love

From innermost heart, a sweet moment in life,

The smooth touch comes on great appearance of your grace.

The biggest innings of life is to love,

A lucky landing of beauty and love in one journey

The life comes into full bloom, if love touches,

Significant of life then becomes heavenly speech,

For the existence over passage of time,

Beautifully danced into vigor of bright influence

That the life wants to take bath in offering,

Love is inwardly protector of life, born and re-born. 

LIFE, THE BURNING SUN

I look at the burning sun

Whip like filament lashes the root,

Moving around all the time,

The very sun shines the world.

Still burning my mind,

Life is a burst

Of solar lashes

A home of burning formation,

I am one backward runner

Now on a rush of old ideas,

Those are my living meaning

Home wants something,

I am not colorful to the needs,

Ferocity may dwell in between,

Inverse phase of life throws me,

Lashes my endurance,

I am now a single creature,

A bitter taste to dwellers,

My anger is a burn to me,

Useless sediment to others.

Nothing earlier drop I can put,

For acquisition on the way,

For their assignment, being

Dragged between the age and the world.

GREEN, THE LIVING SENSATION

It drizzles,

Rusty clouds in the blue,

Raindrops talk from inside,

They stop, again fall after a gap,

Distinct September,

Weather counts spin

Over change of a season

Upon the earth.

Paddy crops planted

Thieved in green to green web,

Saplings are swinging in wind,

To grow in fulfillment,

And it is dream to farmers,

A favored bet for returns,

Green is sweet to all population,

Giving protection to living sensation.

AN EMBRACE

Dear sweetie, come and play,

With warm embrace, a fierce possession,

In our body-space, and let us know

The world is not full of technical web.

We are all real in pleasure of body

That we can sacrifice for our unknowing

Openness that we want to live with pulse

In our lips and mingle with skin.

Dear sweetie, life is short,

And be hurry to come to me

For an hour, at least to embrace love,

That I need to feel and share.

To know the measures of love,

We are all time clouded, darling,

We both want to have an expensive kissing

To know our love and liberation.