RED SUN TAKES LEAP (TANKA)

Red sun takes leap

Above horizon and hills

Greens awakening

Morning gets quantum with joy

Life is worthy, yielding pride. 

INNOCENT RAINDROPS

Wheel of the car takes raindrops with its spin

Road does resist it, innocent raindrops get tangled

Under this tension whose presence widens

Lawful curves strangled between road and wheel.

CLOUD AT AJODHYA HILLS BEFORE HUDH HUDH CYCLONE

Just a painting brush makes strokes

With dark blue color in the sky.

Grey clouds make intentional arrival in the dawn

Wind circling over sea, nine hundred miles’ away

The sky never owns darker shade in its skin

Blue is simple, beautiful in its own prettiness

Even a child can see it and sing a song of beauty

That needs not extra freshness with color shades.

It is dawn; patchy colors give some signals of storm

Crust of the earth does not reflect sunlight,

The sky needs no favor, it shows the truth.

Some enrollment of weather’s new product

Just begins hovering over either near or at far,

We will face the catastrophe, swinging in the sky

As if a painting brush paints darker

Side of the nature’s summoning.  

THE CLOUD AND THE MOON

Why the cloud feels proud to hide the moon

Upon its journey, so many past and present thrills

The moon crosses the effect, in its trilling smiles,

And slowly makes its presence in the sky’s fore front. 

THE VILLAGE ROAD (TANKA)

Village road reaches

To many rural land sites

The villager walks

In the morning sunlight

The green creates pleasing sight.

TRANSITION OF THE EARTH

While moving in a train, it comes to my view,

The front of hills, the front of greens,

The front of clouds, the sky is ready to take

Everyone in its review, the day is bright, playing

Hide and seek with sunlight, shadowy and sunny,

Visible with clarity, greeting cheers, forming

Day time dance, almost singing, birds flying,

Essence of freedom is full of sense and tense.

The day is full of caesura, lines of a verse

Window of the train becomes passage of the earth,

As if it is classic awakening, pretty wellness, arising

From the dark, we are responding with singing,

Cadence with time and travel, wondering scene,

Sprouting of joy and introduction of rain, forming

Fortune of pupil’s vigor, we are experiencing it.

This nature’s royal attire reinvented, priceless. 

THE HILL ROAD (HAIKU)

The hill road, divine,

It is curved as our life

Gliding in green hymn. 

LIGHT AND SHADOW

Light and shadow falling about yard’s apart,

The cloud and the blue make both run closer,

Cloud’s shadow falls on meadow, while we are

Passing through sunlight, wind drifts cloud,

Clearing barricades over passage of sunrays,

And we are moving in a bus in the sunlight,

Following riddles of shadow, soon after,

Carried down, creating life’s sojourn a concert.      

SHORT POEM

In the day, white clouds hover in the sky

Ajodhya Hills in silence of drowsy peers. 

SELLING OF FLOWERS

I stopped before the shop-window

It showed flowers for selling to customers

And the eminent was telling in whispers

“Come, love me, buy me, it is my pleasure.”

“You may place me upon study table,

You may place me upon the whole house

Or in your garden, with some sticks to nail me,

I will pose with my beauty, fragrance, instead.”

It is stitch of blows on the truth, motivated,

As market moves with open buckles of drove,

Living with pleasure and moving with status

The symbolic transition is author of all maestros.

THESE CHILDREN ARE GROWING IN SILVER SUNLIGHT

Autumn sun-rays play in the hill region,

Morning spreads pleasing care around,

Lightly move little children in the village,

They are enjoying in wind of soft harmony,

Birds and greens mingle in sweet singing,

Climbing papaya tree is magic with balance,

For food of the day, the boy tries to pluck

Papaya while others are looking at him.

At that time we are walking along there

Seeking some desperation to find life,

It is another sojourn over our living pattern,

We are delighted in the boy’s turn

On childhood honeying with the nature,

It becomes fairy tale in bold and free

Spin of the boy’s attempt to go forward,

These children are growing in silver sunlight.

HAIKU

The sun takes dip

Across the sky, greets lyrics

Of solar matrix 

BEAUTY OF CLOUDS

I cannot hold breaking clouds in heart.

This morning cloud breaks in beauty.

It is not aberration, but it is conglomeration,

Beauty is there where sorrow and humor

Form content of life as courageous cloud

Becoming energetic in the morning sunlight. 

A ROAD SIDE OLD TEA-SHOP

My eyes are caught

At a century-old clay rooftop

With shabby interior of a tea-shop

Standing between concrete walls of two garment-shops.

I think of the owner’s leaning and obligations

To stay at old fashioned way floating on past,

Various steps keep the owner away from

Restructuring house on tracks of renovation.

I think of the time that is present

With its truth and it does not share

The changing of this time that others follow,

It is carefree and fairy tale to remember the past. 

SHORT POEM

The moon dispenses

Complete beauty, temptation,

Imagination 

HAIKU

Autumn evening

Twilight reflection in clouds,

Street lights start flushing