THE SUN AND THE FLOWER AND LOVING CASTLES

These red flowers bloom with the sun’s burning rage,

They remain alive tucked within periphery of greens,

It brings me to think glimpses of events of last year,

Here is celebration of New Year in firmament of cheers,

Beneath are the warring and surviving zeal with landscape.

Spring with dry meadow, hot crust of the earth makes

Every green dry, yet life is not killed, two pigeons, together,

Move around meadow, and pick corn into hedge and grass,

Those hide corns strewn over dry land of cultivation,

With amorous stories those are still figuring out like

Magnets around crystalline wetness, waiting for rain in its

Season, two birds set off one sentiment of soft spring.

Para-metrical elongation creates labor that blooms

The eccentric pasture for living and connoisseur of loving,

When beautiful footsteps move to cross the land

For home that is not abettor of leaving, but waiting for

Answer from her, that she may try to bridge loving castles.

Shadow, grass blades and tree-trunk support walking through. 

HAIKU

I follow shadow,

Blossom is great, long is life,

I forget its tonnage.   

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.      

HAIKU

Shadow of a bridge

River bed filled with sand

Thin water flowing

LIVING BEYOND SHADOWS OF PROPAGANDA

O dear one, my strength is linking to dryness,

Only link, it is my mobile phone
That appears only to voice of a child,
And I feel comfort; as he is able to say, ‘Eei’
My walking with life is full of tufts
And shafts of yellow grass, higher
Above the height of nothingness, yet
I do live as if I am no one upon the land.

For the link, I have to turn hard,

No new garments I bought, wearing only old ones,
I am always pressing my mind for savings,
For paying cost for internet and mobile phone service,
Where I have to collect connections, and
Never varies my mind, even if silver dreams do come,
The only care I do intend for making me contacted
With the boy for hearing his voice on mobile phone,

and to see his pictures on internet social sites.  

As the child, beloved one,

Separated, by some persons of home and abroad,
Lives far away from me,

And as the child is yet to learn speaking to return from war zone,

My agony goes beyond submission and subjugation.
When I speak about need of a doctor for child's treatment,
They shout at me, young managers for the child,
As if I am trying to diverge thinking for well being
Of the child, as he appears to be well,
and he is fit to gain their confidence.

As an old man, my endeavor limited to seeing only window,

And I have to go hiding from their propaganda over shadow.

 

 

 

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.