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.  

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. 

HAIKU

The sun takes dip

Across the sky, greets lyrics

Of solar matrix 

THE SEA FEELS DISTANCE

Assembly of tourists is thin.

Cloudy sky in rainy season,

People lower gathering

For viewing of wave of the sea

In its vastness, peak of

Circular drawing of life,

With the wind, mirror of assimilation,

Above the surface and water pathway,

People are waiting for time

And for weather fresh to see the sun-rise

And enjoy splash in the sea.

Touches of slate color of cloudy sky draw

A terrible sketch in scale of creating distance. 

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.  

THE CRESCENT MOON

At the sun-set time,

My mind imparts with woes of life,

That begins with surgery

For removing stone

From kidney of my wife,

And after one month

Another surgery to be done

For extracting stone from her gallbladder,

And she bears pain

I grieve to her suffering.

My mind changes time to time,

As if some stones are solid with sadness,

I look at the evening sky,

The crescent moon glancing at me violently,

While it is cool with its black and white smiling,

Whispers of love cannot hold humors,

And we are toys of heavenly purposes.

Many times I tried to explain the situation,

Every time I feel loneliness, with pains for her.

She sits in a chair; I am the man on the doorway,

I cannot make her life comfortable,

Others are sitting at the other side of glass,

Thirty two years of married life move to a risk,

The crescent moon is changeable to a full moon,

We are not changeable like the moon,

Colors of the twilight sky may change to crimson red,

We are not hopeful for changes, again we are hopeful. 

THE RISING SUN OVER WAVE OF ROOF-TOPS

The rising sun,

First light, cool and soft,

Comes over counting of roof-tops

Into first sight, serene,

Above town and over high-rise buildings,

Not surrounding with the scene,

Counting of sea waves,

Yet in the deep of heart of town,

Wave of roof-tops forms waves

Of astonishing scene of concrete work,

That will merge in our daily scene 

To see and to help interplay of

Counting our life-span,

Merging with stunning window and the sky,

In the context of housing boxes,

Alongside the nature’s gift to see the sun-rise,

Either from hill-tops or from sea-waves.

FLASH OF BLUES

Olympic 2012

Summer Sport Emoticon Pack,

Flash of blues.

Olympic 2012

They swim for gold medals,

In waters, flash of blues.

Olympic 2012

She moves in freestyle swimming

In flash of blues.

The ocean paints,

The earth sparkles in

Flash of blues.

The sky paints,

The time and the sun are hosts

In flash of blues.

The painter paints,

He uses ice, light, the need

In flash of blues.

With flash of blues,

She holds flowers to offer

Her promising man.