RAIN DROPS

Tiny rain drops, tiny leaves hold the bliss

Wider preference, wider dwindle for the life,

To play inner beauty holding the key

For proud and rejoice of the rainy season.  

HAIKU

Storm pushes raindrops

Lines of reflections move

With advent of greens. 

CLOUDS OF INTERFERENCE

I am not denounced by other ways of life

I am always looking for decency of thinking

And loving zone of working people or

For those who are near and dear to me.

Yet clouds come in different ways,

I cannot cut them, who come violently,

Encroaching over my region of life,

People are prone to interfere all the time.

As I look into the clouds, I see beauty,

The sun behind the cloud, illuminating body

Of the cloud, near or afar, defining colors,

And the life is beautiful, if I think of these verses.

This world becomes more stringent to obey,

Being senior one, I do like to give advice to all,

Colors are there to follow in hearts and minds,

Yet there is difference in every move, significant.

RAIN IS COMING

There is construction in the dark cloud

Magic information old building shares,

Noting 64 seconds over traffic halts, for

Beginning of journey, city-streets perform.

Dark shade pointed to formation of water

In the rainy season, darkness hovering around,

Rain will come down with dancing bounce,

Life begins in a chain of communication

With hot weather of summer, an integrated

Affirmation with life’s sentiment for best guides,

We are on the way to make halts in raindrops’ verse,

For another passage that leads to our existence in the hearts.

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ANXIOUS JOURNEY

She is new in this journey

This time she has to return home

She falls in anxious waiting when

Her eyes has caught a moving bus

That she longs to get ride on

To go to the railway station,

That connects to her home station,

But the bus does not stop at stand,

And she becomes annoyed and

Ridiculed at this pattern of stumble

Over bus, that is playing on stance. 

Commuters stand cool over time

Their bus-routs are known and when

The scheduled bus comes

They get on board, as destined to,

And reach home sooner or later.

She sees buses running with haste

Lifting passengers in rush,

Grasping moments,

Light and shadow point towards time,

Somehow to reach home,

All time in hurry.

SINGING OF RAIN

First rain drifted over the land of cultivation,

This time it lays an emphatic shower for

A green blanket stretched to horizon,

Water makes lotus seeds sprout, and fills all

Nearby ditches with water, to the brim,

Lotus stem holds leaf floating,

Making them get bloomed on water-island.

Farmers start tilting mud on paddy field,

As if light reflected on water drops in cloud

To form green light passing through

Prism of life that carries singing of life,

What journey is is for life’s turn,

Meaning to go on to possess long wing,

Ahead of our dreams, to live with food grains. 

WALKING ALONE

No, she does not want to walk with me

As her attempts finds no categorical stand for her in me.

At her every turn, there is construction, she finds

No model persona in me, at least partly to follow. 

She wants to walk alone, ignoring my presence,

Her mind blooms to find the nature of modernization, walking

Along the road that is busy, dream is still there where

We are destined to live in never-ending-township tossing. 

NOTES FROM WHITE CLOUD

Cloud, which I want to shift

Layer by layer

To our sky at behest of root

Of our mind

To travel along blue horizon,

With my hands

To live as if it is our shelter

Beyond houses below

As if white mountain there

Takes us above the sky

Stars are nearer

Dreams are close to reality

Getting close to

Sunrays, full dominion

Celestial events drawn close

Into our touch for sure,

Myths do not lure anymore.