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                 

                                                  

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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.

THE MARS WITH ASPIRATION

Once it is our dream-planet,

Now it is our journey over its surface,

And its pictures are carried in moving machine

And beamed to our eyes, great interest.

On our eyes

The wide range of colored contours

Mountains, plains, cracks,

Human being thrilled on pivotal promise.

Of our journey down to the sky,

Awake in our vision,

The great Mars

We pull the curtain of distance

And we are open-eyed in the images,

Life is reflection of reality,

Searching for new life in different planet,

As if it is born with aspiration. 

LOVE EYES IN SPLIT APPEARANCE

EYES AWAKE

In love pertaining in heaven

Sharing on the earth.

Eyes staring

Love makes sequences inside

The heart on screen beginning.

One dark night

Eyes make family life,

On familiar pain.

Morning follows morning,

Birds silent, river flows,

Eyes filled with tears.

Promising eyes,

Tears fill the heart with

Source being sinking.

Eyes are visions,

Mirrors are opponents,

Middle age darkening.

Eyes want to go out,

Decisive moments flow chart,

On the love’s threshold.

Eyes are painting,

Perception argues with reality,

We are bound in limitations.

Eyes are ignored

Accurate colorful melting turns greens

Porous is cloud.

Eyes see family life,

Eyelashes brim over spilt objects,

Normal population emboweled.

Eyes are donated

Money becomes source getting it,

Golden leaves flicker.

Soaked eyes,

Want to see forward,

Life line is split appearance.

Eyes of one person

Cannot be of another person,

Body and mind moving automatic,

Life is solid burnt sienna,

Eyes coordinate with life,

Looking alone is nature’s bind.

THE LITTLE LADY BEAUTY

She is in her little mood

To dance in green world,

In her precious cute greatness,

That the earth fills her mind

With perception that

The lady in childhood does

Think and smile with

Gleaming of glaring eyes,

In parental guidance,

That is her best place

To growing up in her appearance

Upon this world, divine and calm. 

Sketchbook & Asim Kumar Paul, India: Free Verse: Living in Peace; Simply We Are in one Society

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To: Asim Kumar Paul, India

Hello  Asim Kumar Paul,

Asim, Sketchbook has received your poem for the Let Us Pray Feature in the 31 August 2012 issue; thank you.

Titles: Asim Kumar Paul, India: Free Verse: Living in Peace; Simply We Are in one Society 

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We can make a difference and wipe away all the divisions that have arisen because of different belief systems. Let us all love and respect one another in one accord.

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My Let Us Pray Poem can be reviewed at this link:

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and:

http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook0-0LUP/Sketchbook_7-4_JulAug_2012_Let_Us_Pray_Feature_Index.htm

WHITE LIVING

Walking on the living platform,

I feel like a dry leaf with lovely background,

Easiest way is not for my living, not like the way

Of flowers those are simply clinging with beauty.

Many times, I see the flowers on the roadside,

With expectation; but for me, price of life is turning white

With turbulence, and all songs of life mean nothing,

Money turns as scarcity, as if money is head of all holdings.

The flower still blooms as it is origin of life,

Bones and marrow are not removed, earth operates the nature,

Unending with scope of love and caring.

I find me as an unspeakable object of the white esteem.


Picture Credit: Malabika Bhowmik, Kolkata 

THE GREAT CURIOSITY

The great curiosity,

His eyes blazing in searching image,

Of life ahead, daring in quest,

It is gracious to his peers,

With one hand to hold offering

We intend to give him rejoice,

For healthy and happy life,

That he deserves to have on this earth,

We are bound to give him everything good. 

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. 

TIME TO BE PARTING AWAY

Two partners are in colors,

They are in bubbles of blooming around,

Making the nature beautiful,

The message from them:

To tell the world they are in love, wishes of love.

They are worth to the hymn of lovely love,

They are beautiful between  

The earth and the universe.

She says, “We are born in bush.”

He says, “We are spaces of the heart.”

She says again, “One day we will be

Dried out, even if we do want to be fine.”

He replies, “By definition, we are

The occupants of love, and similarly

By definition we are born to die.”

“Shh! Do not say these more,” she says,

“Let the earth to appear in its full bloom.”

REFLECTION OF LOVE

Beautiful things,

Moving in spirit of dream,

Are needful to loving persons,

As if window gives entry

To the vision of flower,

Whose beauty is true,

In real belongings, and in dream, too,

And love is like wakeful singing,

Into mind, and kissing is a term of living,

And it takes time to know love.

If something is slipping away,

It is the mind that swings in vision,

And a look into flowering appearance

Will bring beauty of love,

Every touch will bring peace,

Over body and mind,

And everyone will learn,

Love is an essence, and

Nothing is missing in its presence. 

Picture Credit: Malabika Bhowmick, Kolkata 

ON BEATING OF DRUMS - 1

The evening that comes in the village fold,

The figures in the dark contour,

That holds heaven of dancing tour,

And resolute in merriment of twilight,

To cross the bridge of day and night,

Villagers are on the threshold to make tide,

Dancing and turning over and again,

Each one stepping in merriment of the beating,

And some onlookers are gilded in joy,

And welcome the dance, ripening color

Of the fire that lights night across the sky,

The evening forgets dark seas,

And mingles into dancing delight. 

Note: THIS POEM FIRST POSTED IN LINKEDIN.COM ON 07.08.2012 AT Creative Outlet Ventures in a discussion of my poem, ON BEATING OF DRUMS, published in my blog at http://asimkumarpaul.blogspot.in/2012/08/on-beating-of-drums.html

 Picture Credit: Malabika Bhowmik, Kolkata 

THE MARS

Image of the Mars, enigmatic designing,

NASA’s Curiosity rover is on guest riding,

To find life with water and carbon bonding,

A hope to bloom in crust-finding. 

HAIKU: PALASH

Red beauty on the array,

Palash blooms freshly around,

In flowing of summer wind. 

Picture Credit: Malabika Bhowmik, Kolkata 

ON BEATING OF DRUMS

Hand in hand

Every one moves in concord

On beating of drums.

Summer evening,

Kerosene lamp lights signaling,

On beating of drums.

Dancing womenfolk,

Stepping play a noble rhythm

On beating of drums. 




Picture Credit: Malabika Bhowmik, Kolkata. 

Short Story Slam Week 24: Life Behind The Corners of Your Smiles!: WINTER

Photo #1: Winter

Whispering in ears,

Winter-speech of the seasons, sweet and harmony,

That will bring singing.

Both enjoying details,

Sitting on ice flowing, glittering white clustering,

Spectacle of designs.

They sit in coats,

Falling snow makes beauty sermon,

Winter captures loving dawn.

MY TWO POEMS AT Sketchbook May / June 2012: Her Brown Shadow & Her Pink Shadow

MY TWO POEMS AT

SKETCHBOOK
 

A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms

Free Verse

Her Brown Shadow

&

Her Pink Shadow

Here is the link 

http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook7-3MayJun2012-42/Sketchbook_7-3_MayJune_2012-42_Genre_Free_Verse_Asim_Kumar_Paul.htm

MY POEM AT Sketchbook May / June 2012: The Lost Tree

MY POEM AT

Sketchbook

a journal for eastern and western forms


Results for Poem This Picture Contest May / June 2012

Moderator Shanna Baldwin Moore, US

FREE VERSE SL NO. 11: The Lost Tree

http://poetrywriting.org/Sketchbook7-3MayJun2012-42/0_Results_Sketchbook_7-3_MayJune_2012_Results_PTP_Contest_Shanna_Baldwin_Moore.htm

TO MY GRANDSON

O baby pilgrim, the beauty of the earth,

Do you search love we care first for your marching forward?

When we meditate in yellow aspires, you just arrive in love,

To fill our heart to live more, looking in your innocent new eyes,

Those are beautiful to give way to compose shape of life,

That you need, more syllables of measured steps for growing up.

We leave no stone unturned to keep you best in our endeavor,

To make you a man with black hair, with wide looks of significance,

And you will make threads of knowledge to hold divine earth,

That is the harmony we do desire to live in peace with shining

Of the sun, controls of each footing will not be waste

Over our life, dissolving the river of moving objects of awakening.  

GRANDMOTHER IN LONELINESS

She is grandmother

She knows the worth of baby grandson,

Sometime she is feeling like a picked up flower,

That comes in her mind in bubble moves.

She now is living without him,

Far away to look after her ailing mother.

She feels loneliness, and takes notice of her feeling,

That is reeling under awful rainstorm,

When she sits alone after performing duty for mother,

She thinks of the baby, whom she loves most,

As if she joins hands to pick grass roots of her love,

A frozen lake sends silent voice in grief and pain. 

Taking her time to telephonic talks with his son

Who sends, in long intervals, messages of her sweet grandson,

That is not her sensation of joy, but a short cut

To reach curious looks of naughty grandchild

Who was once her lap when his son and daughter-in-law

Went out of home, and she was glad to look after the baby.

From the dance of baby interfering in her lap,

She sees her dream in glittering of bay’s toothless smiles,

She smiles with him, cuddling deeply with kisses and hugging,

And she does not know computer uses, and

Cannot share in web video sharing with the baby, yet over life,

More blessings she prays for grandson’s smiling all the time.

THE MISTAKE OF A GRANDMA

She is now a new grandmother, and

In the form of newness of sea change,

Neither her daughter-in-law, nor her son,

Does know for the time being

What feeling she is bearing to the new comer.

She rises up to be generous to all,

Yet none to share her dream,

As her daughter-in-law is service holder,

A proud mother of present time culture,

The middle aged mother feels the pain,

When new mother is away from home,

Leaving behind the new born to grandma.

And grandma thinks of the past

Of her son, how deeply and carefully

She nourished, being always at home,

Minute to minute she took quiet look,

It is like silent shore to know and to hear,

The wave and the sound of the new sea,

And thus she made her son adult

With love, and now he becomes a father,

And does not feel the share of his mother,

Who once as young mother loved him more,

And in little mistake, if she does now

To her grandson, she feels the angry score.

Grandma knows how to make one baby

Happy and smiling in cherished mood

Born in a baby, and she acts in that way,

And when his son and daughter-in-law

Return home, they show displeasure

To her, as if she does not know child caring.

Things are painful to her,

And she plays like a slave to her son,

Who is changed in the wave of newness,

That comes from huge printed book guides,

She feels like snow to live in frozen tears,

Dreaming for a country where she has no son or grandson.

LIFE AND DREAM

1.

Willingness travels on shadows,

Travelling in dream is to wondering

With real leaves that are taken from trees.

It is life that is weary of the rainbows,

That move in desires of love inside.

Once it is life, once it is dream.

2.

Growing of pain is like squeezing dreams,

Day and night give true returns,

Burning of the sun is knocking of dream,

Rising of the sun gives growing expectation,

That guides thoughts in promise.

Once it is life, once it is dream.

3.

Dream flows in wave of fluorescence of mind,

That glows in fragrance of rose sublime,

Blues turn into reds if life becomes drops of rain,

In realm of contacting wisdom in mind,

Leaves of careful wishes fill our heart with dream.

Once it is life, once it is dream. 

Lover’s Existence

Short Story Slam Week 23: Lover’s Existence

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Bluebell Books Twitter Club : Short Story Slam Week 23


I portray a life,

That is an imagination,

Of the future and of the dream orchards

Wherein I dwell, yet cannot touch.

All imaginations glitter,

As if rain of loving clouds of the earth,

Wets my heart with spirit of creations,

And I am filled with limitless energy.

I cannot rehearse daydream

That comes if I feel disinterested

With my beloved friend, who has first come in

My life in July, my marriage month.

I cannot halt for a moment

If I differ to my loved one’s bitterish anguish,

As the life I deal now is full of freedom

To know my lover’s existence all the time.  

LOVE AND HER LONELINESS

The world of her loneliness moves with her return at home,

When her son is away with his wife and her daughter living with husband,

She scares herself for a moment in execution of her existence like stars,

As she wants to stand as upright young heart living upon green grass.

Of late she is feeling loneliness; none is there in home to greet her,

And she thinks about the mode of expression of love in sharing with dear one,

She thinks about questioning her friends about best way of expression of love,

Or she is just thinking high in getting and taking someone descending upon her.

Her neighbors are friends, who are on her web page friends’ list,

She feels good as long as she is with them as she is talking with them,

She has given expressions on the page like bosom on the moon’s love,

Then wind of love blows like avalanche in the snow picked mountain.

Kids are kids; they are grown up to think for themselves as if they are spring water,

And move as they like to take their lives as their own, taking mother as ornament

That is great God, rather than thinking of her as human being to be taken care of again,

When she thinks of bad things in dark shadow of her living, she shed tears like a child. 

LOVE AND SILENCE

What I perceive is silence,

As if I breathe gently in silence,

Last fifteen days are like objects of tracing love,

Like sleeping baby in front of mother,

And I stand in vast blue seconds in the sky,

It is not false; the body of silence is sinking like swallowing pain.

Many days I try to write something,

Many times I feel something has disappeared

Love is invisible, and I am also invisible,

The thread of love that creates our existence, is

Like an object that is closed in wind parlance,

Wherein I only move and talk and work as machine.

To this feeling of silence,

I live like an object which can only give work schedule,

I do not breathing in sound of this silence,

And if you can give me an essence of awakening dream in love,

My words then discover my life in love of need and homely visits,

To the world wherein we live like angels with roses of waking love.

LOVE

Dear friend, forgive me, I cannot go far,

As you travel more and deserve for companion,

And when you need my presence,

I would kneel and say, “Stay in my premises.”

House to house you build some feeling,

That is miracle and wealth of mind

When you reside inside me to call someone

Who can touch me, taking that person as mine.

As if I am your force to grow in your smooth passage,

And I am in your desire to share someone’s feeling,

With sweet things those are great and never be forgotten,

Life is in conduct and practice; I feel it now, in my senses.

LOVE PARTICLE

Electron, neutron, and proton and ………………

Noble particles, share of life and optical shades

That share line of speckled moves,

Life is full of love wherein golden beam of light

Enthralls of settings and configuration,

All are symbols and syllables of life and heart.

From the naked intensity, we do love,

In the time-domain stimulation, like dear and near regions,

From the cast that dares our love of universe,

Straining body in scanned inheritance,

That is conducted to complete our adaptation,

With rewards of knowledge we travel in great search.

SUPPORTING LOVE

I cannot count my moments on the way of love.

If I can make myself frequently moving in the shades of bodies,

The size of life becomes time-searching episodes spent on shares.

All ordinary living episodes are just small things of silence.

And in the silence I want to fit myself in the matter of formation,

That is needed in the sacrifice, perhaps I do not obtain that desire,

Life is institution, that gets injured moments much more than happier moments,

And working out for love moments I pass fingers to break silence for supporting love.

HER WORDS ARE IN LOVE

Sometimes she appears in web page,

And puts messages those are full of loneliness,

Words spark as pearls, reflecting them as sentiments,

Those are natural for one who lives in solitude.

She says she feels, none to take her for fun,

Her children are growing up first to create own circles,

She wants to dress up and go out with one man’s choice,

Loving is best thing when caring and raising children are complete.

She feels she has no camera for his living,

And all syllables are blank on open page affection,

She wants friendship, in web page or in real page of existence,

Her private desires are not met, she binds nothing.

She likes to wink, but something is not with her,

The crowd is not her liking, but singing mind does dominate her will,

Life goes with a symbol that she wants to build,

Yet none is there on the shore of her love.

She clicks on web page, and chooses some pictured messages,

Life is in waiting as she feels in her age of mid thirties,

That part is something for her to deal with fantasy or with reality,

Putting some thoughts over her deepening sentiments, loving arguments.

She knows there are many more lonely persons,

And she is one of them to take breath, allowing someone as dream partner,

She wants to keep her alive in the wave that has power,

And she will search for love that may bring her a position drawn as millionth bliss.

WATER AND DEMAND

Water and demand

Are two domains,

We leap for living potential,

In the ceaseless natural gains of two essentials.

We are in force to consume

On these two worldly objects,

When speak of life and its spectrum,

Under guidance of consciousness.

All our progress and essence of love

Move on the silent pathway of two objects,

Water and demand,

Those are ascending upward in our breathing. 

FRIENDSHIP

First having moved in the friendship chart, love is web page search,

It unfolds some mystery conversations with checking edge of like and unlike buttons,

When all posts are full of verse that communicates eye to eye matters.

And we are not alone to grow up in shares and participation of love-force.

We move on delicate terms hanging on innovatively with posts with photos,

As if we are lovers and dwell in white covers and our world village is silent,

Where love is only concern, and we do like to accept changed version of modern age,

And its contacts with our daily life and breathing difference do propagate love.

The man or the woman has the place where both do love to think in fusion,

Diving into the love in wishing and wishes of tasks in silver transition,

And a fear of losing something with dark-haired hidden intruder

Who is not seen, the war then comes in front of love with conscious words of friendship.  

LOVING DREAM IS FLOWER

She woke up in the night and placed some lazy thoughts on bed,

He kept thinking on her arrival, and she desired to arrive in time,

It was a dream that she took as real when she woke up, and

She did not bind him in promises; she felt how tenderly he received her.

She remained mute and cannot say, “O honey, you are mine.”

He did not go away, but remained to take up all her desires as own,

She was close to him, and wanted to spend time in openness,

He was his partner, whom she wanted to know as her unconditional choice.

He saved her from the grim portrait of love and liked her as lover,

She felt new breathing in his arm-binding, the sentence she liked to utter,

She failed to say anything to him, though she knew he might believe her.

She combed his hair, and left the place with a kiss to him, loving dream is flower.

HOPE AND LOVE

She is young and pretty,

She wants to choose a friend

And her love-choice can live in her dreams,

She loves to choose her partner.

She has charms to share with him,

She is not jealous, if someone steals her choice,

She thinks her love cannot be parted away,

She likes to swim into silence among stars.

She thinks strange things come

And these are the source of love,

Attention and participation are part of love,

She wants to live in her desires.

One day she just makes a choice

To someone who comes to her in web page pictures,

And photos are of a strong man

That she wants for own womanhood.

When she considers making him partner,

She finds something strange in his wording,

And she feels she is her second guessing,

She is not his best choice, she hates leisure choice.

She feels romance is creative in first choice

If presence of her lover is close to her touch,

And two persons remain together to feel love,

Distant feeling is a joking, her love not fondly cared.

She then tries to fill her web search

With her wide arm’s presence of sharing,

And she can invest her taste with words,

“Please give me your hands to touch.”

She likes the episode of serving him best

When he holds her by her belly in his arm,

She feels his sweet fingers moving sportingly,

And she can whisper, “Please give me more hope.” 

LOVE AND DREAM

She comes in my dreams,

She moves in my eyes, as she comes in web page,

As if she is dancing with honey spins,

Gleamed in love, first seedling in love-vine. 

I do not want to miss her,

I want to inhabit in her wishes,

Her body is like a feather weight wonders,

I like to have her fortune open before my vision.

I love her,

She blushes in her sweet smiling,

Wide range of spectrum of colors opens her,

She is my lover; she is close to my heart.

She sometimes puts messages in web page,

I like those words that suit my desires,

I feel chances are there to hold her tight,

Dream is not it as life is inward sense,

And I feel it in my skins, and dwell in knowledge,

That inwardly controls love to love her,

She is charming when she posts photos in web page,

I love her; I care her as she is my inner controller. 

COMMON FOLKS

The wrath the common folks cannot show in public,

As it is the paradise of the lords brought to higher echelons,

Who are the peers of the commons, and kings of the mercy,

Save the public ethos, so they are promised, common folks in quandary.

What those lords do suggest are all manners,

Common folks obey orders blissfully sanctioned by those kings,

Who have game plans, lifting own banners higher above folks’ desires,

And these banners are proud of hollowness, yet filled with lords’ benefits.

Love your leader; earn something for your love,

Switch over estate purchase, learn to have worthiness, living in plenty is love’ gain,

Love to feel proud to earn vistas of emperor’s designs, in worth and on high altitude,

So that common folks can see you and honor you for your living flourished as fair.

Going above from common folks’ selection and perseverance,

These lords have greater power for carbon emission, over little spot of folks,

Facilities are fully growing curves, as if living in kings’ domain with plenty of resources, 

The common folks have only vanity to live with scanty grants given by the lords.   

SILENCE

Many days I pass in silence since my brother died by heat stroke, 

Happy memories of life time of my brother touch me all time,

He was young in his fifties, much younger to me, and he makes me silent,

Not to think anything of the world in light of fame.

I do not feel any urge to type any word so long,

Yellow feeling and black sentencing touch my mind in the dark sun,

I am flowing like blank canvas in body and mind,

Focal point has driven my mind to the world of loss, no gains.

I do not follow the light that lights the world,

Time and desert have scorched me in the burning wave of the deprived,

The breathing and horizon of life has taken my feeling to unlucky spirit,

That brings no shades of colors of our existence, as if I am fade and skin peeled.

IN MEMORY OF MY BROTHER

I remember my brother,

Who passed away in dead of summer,

I looked at the flame

When his dead body was burnt in holy fire,

The red flame open in the sky

Taking his soul in the heaven,

I remember his call, “O Brother.”

When he wanted to speak something to me in the past.

Tears will remain attached to our eyes;

We are holding his memories on homily occasions.

The days I will pass, I feel now I am alone,

To live with all decisions, no companion,

And I will adore all his memories

That will give me a moment’s existence of his life and face,

And I will never forget his last smile

That I saw when he had last visits my home in one occasion.  

Now ashes are there,

We walk to do ritual works, and put some flowers,

And offer rice and ghee

To give his soul emancipation from worldly flame,

So that his soul may rest in peace in the heaven,
And the ash caries on the earth

His impression on worldly affairs, objects, touches, walks -

All are humble memories of his existence in the past

THE GREATEST SORROWS

The greatest sorrows are those which

Are spellbound and have no scope to take attempts for survival.

And every event is worn new by one

Who suffers, and sees helplessly everything, and cannot bring back

Tomorrow’s presence, and lives with memories in tears.  

Where lives are gone, familiar faces do not choose me as own.