1. Poem
Things that are in life's rush concealed
or feelings in dullness of language buried
are first by a poet clearly perceived
later by the reader's heart received
In poem's rare words they are poised
later in sweet rhythms they are voiced
Readers minds are by poems enlightened
Their hearts are by their motifs lightened
In poem's light minds from darkness depart
poet's thoughts fragrance to life impart
( only a poet can explain the greatness of a poem)
2.Death
When loneliness is life’s eternal complexity
That leads to emptiness and perplexity
When future seems so dim and dreary
When the man in mirror makes self mockery
Death is a nose to soul
to lose pain as a whole
Those who consider world a hell hole
Tend to look at death as a goal
if the world is so hellish
when man can't the world relish
When grief rules everyday life
When the life is filled with strife
Death is the exit to sufferance
A bold man's preference
3. The End
The man who dies everyday
with the fear of death, obeys
life and tells he's his part to play
If troubles with him play
If life becomes so cold
The man gets bold
and goes for the gold
At new life's entrance
comes chance of avoidance
when the deadly fear is stirred
and the soul is deterred
nothing on the earth
is really worth.
4.Desire
Don't say desire is base
It is love's sweetest face
blame not the desire
It's the fire you can't hire
without desire life is a brier
It is the love's burning fire
that lasts until you're on bire
Don’t ever think it is a mire
It plays your heart like a lyre
Making each nerve a burning wire
It dwells in youth's dreams
swells in love's streams
At the dusk of life it is low
without it life ends in sorrow
5.Lust
Lust is biggest human quest
it's the endless cellular thirst
A mortal's immortal quest
It is the restless inner thrust
it pushes two bodies closer
with the power of a bulldozer
Even the darkness gets wet
with lust's labour's sweat
Lust is like the earth's crust
without that love gathers rust
Lust is always wrapped in love
and lies hidden like knife in glove
Where is the platonic loe in flesh
Go tell foundlings in the creche
6.Freedom
Absolute freedom is a mere illusion
when you are enslaved by daily needs
survival demands disgraceful deeds
when you can't check other's intrusion
Freedom comes from relaxation
But when you are ruled by greed
you must everybody heed
You can never check exploitation
You don't need lakhs and lakhs
to sit at ease and relax
the exploitation will never end
All you need is courage to defend
Freedom is purely the soul's need
It doesn't depend on material feed
7. The Castle
The bird of freedom
can't fly with fractured wings
All it needs is wisdom
First remove the mental slings
Tears and prayers
Can not freedom offer
cut through fears and despairs
like an experienced chauffeur
Fears and cares are the locks
they often your mind blocks
See the world from your eyes
Or you must pay the price
O! Freedom where can I find
It is a castle built in your mind
8. Heaven
Where is the Heaven of eternal mirth
What avail is the heaven after death?
The twinkling stars in the sky's closet
fade at the sight of your bedecked bonnet
The soft vernal wind that oft blossoms kiss
My lady's warm bossom brings longer bliss
Let Heavens piss I don't her bossom miss
What avail is the heaven's berth?
when the heaven is not on the earth
Who knows Heaven after death?
My ladies curves my nerves serves
who care if the heaven pearls hurls!
Who's the fool to miss the seamless joys
on earth and make a shameless choice
9.Conscience
At the dead of night when crickets cease
Why singest thou in my tired ears
plaintive tunes that arouse funeral fears
stop the maddening the sound of geese
Yesterday you played western tunes
disturbing the resting souls in graves
Here's a poor poet who for peace craves
who to the world gave his precious boons
He walked bare foot so long on thorns
Tonight he is cheerfully drest again
Enough of you dark dragon with horns
why singest thou another song of pain
Stop dancing in long black tunic
Don't make him sick with gristly music
10. Hopes ( sonnet)
When I was young and tender
I traveled on swelling slopes
sporting tinted wings of hopes
and wander'd on clouds drifting asunder
Rainbow was my hiding place
The redness of the evening sky
My lover's cheeks blushed in shy
I enjoyed all my youthful days
All the youth that I cherished
with transitory time perished
I am left in green meadows
haunted by hopes' shadows
I hear murdered hopes' weird rhyme
How cruel is the testing time 14
11. Prime - (AA BB rhyme)
Oh! lovely newborn rose
your tender petals froze
in winter snow, who knows
How the snow bite goes 4
Of your sickly conjugal stunt
for long you clung to the cactus bush
And lived like a lifeless mush 8
You have seen many a season
Now came your love season
But the cactus called it treason
that caused your heart a lesion 12
Love is a blithesome spring
no matter how old or young 14
12. Flower life
Oh look at the lovely spring
All flowers in meadows sing
and swing with graceful zing
the angels of god that bring
His grace, and outshines the king
their beauty and colour the queens sting
their beauty shines supreme
on verdant lawns by the stream
Flowers enjoy their prime
merrily singing nature's rhyme
Short is the life but so divine
Those who wear their virtues shine
His golden dew falls on your golden hue
That's makes you youthful primrose new 14
13. Delicate mirth - Sonnet
How many bonds thou art set around my heart
No lady in my life is as cherished as though art
How many hopes thy words have brought
They shake my heart in loneliness apart
Thou art angel to whom my hopes belong
Thine image rich n splendid my life prolong
To make thou art my bride is my pride
For which though dost cried like a child
Thy moon light promises in my mind linger
Oh! the moonlight increases my hunger
Thou art the form of ever delicate mirth
Thy company literally makes my life worth
I see thy smiles in this moonlit lake
I travelled miles and miles for your sake 14
14. If it deserves ( Heroic Sonnet)
I loved. Yes, It's you I loved
I am sorry I can’t say it aloud
you too loved me. I am proud
but sorry people are so crude
Their mouths are hunter’s bows
Their words are poisonous arrows
Don't ever go near their shadows
They bring all sorts of sorrows
When two people love, all are judges
they come up with all sorts of hedges
holding in mind persistent grudges
Their mind from tradition never budges
Once I the people questioned
they shot at me arrows thousand
They shot arrows and arrows
until they brought us sorrows
God in heavens reserves
your bride if your love deserves. 18
15. Hitler's Heaven ( blank verse)
Hitler told Himmler
Jews must not die simply
they must die in agony.
Load them in freight cars
Coat the floors with quicklime
which gives excruciating burns.
said Himmler to Hitler.
Freight cars came onto tracks
They called freight cars final solution
but disguised it as mass deportation
to the east. Deportation means death.
A top secret known to Hitler and a few.
The rest think that it is resettlement
The windowless cattle wagons
the freight cars are frightening cars
were awaiting the innocent jews
who knew not it was their last journey
Mass shootings , sending to ghettos
Forcing to concentration camps
All are synonymous to slow death
The fastest being slowest freight train
No windows, they move slowly
No food and no water literally
Suffocation and body burns kill
It is a slow journey into hell
when the train arrived at the camp
everyone was already dead.
16. Eternal Hatred - (Heroic Sonnet)
No one knows why he hated jews
No one knows the origin of his views
Historians too seldom have clues
But like venom he hated the jews
As an artist in his early life was a ditcher
He had drawn many a beautiful picture
But turned himself into a gristly butcher
his Humanism was on stretcher
He was committed to antisemitism
That turned out to be bloody vampirism
With his oratory skills he spread it like fire
He was as crooked as general Dyer 12
When he was soldier Germany lost the war
It’s believed one lac Jews were false in war
They fought for their father land – Poland
He later got into politics in Deutschland 16
In the Second World War he realized his dream
of exterminating Jews with his holocaust scheme 18
17. Whore ( Heroic sonnet)
The public called me public woman
they publicly blame and defame
but privately covet my body for a game
They are secretly envious of my fame
I am the mother so helpless and dumb
could not save the girl child in womb
I am the failed mother who killed son
without giving him timely medicine
I am the woman who never weeps for the stars
I might have slept with a man who deals in stars
for my husband who wants a chance in films
not enough love and sleep, I quench master's whims 12
They call me with names whore bore and more
They love sex, demand woman do it as chore
In the game of man I am simply a pan
I don't need a beautiful villa and a sedan 16
All I need is a life without strife
I just want to be a housewife. 18
18. Enlightened (Heroic sonnet)
Hindu Christians Christian Hindus
and Indian Muslims are Friendly enemies
Each sect has its own constitution
that leads to eternal constipation
They live closely apart
They are partly together
wholly exist in their holes
and try to prove others fools
Each want others to be enlightened
They can't their own mind understand
Alas! mother tongue and mother land
don't appeal to them but they appeal
to each other to love and learn
what they neither learned nor loved.
They can't themselves at least change
but hope the entire world to change.
They all need a code uniform
That can be the biggest reform 18
19. The Tigress and the rain drop ( blank verse)
At the break of the day the hunter party
began with drums and snares to catch
birds , boars rabbits and weasels
They usually travel in labyrinthine paths
In the equatorial evergreen forest
They move like ants in narrow paths
playing the mystic rhythm of drums
The hunter party reached the riverside
The most crafty of all laid the jaw trap
with a hunk of bleeding flesh with strap
A naive tigress the jungle resident
Unsuspecting of dangerous precedent
stepped on the jaw trap and caught
The tigress grasped her folly
The hunter caught her jolly
The party netted the tigress
It was neither a boar nor a rabbit
Catching a tigress is not their habit
The tigress was bleeding in the trap
But she has not lost all her hope
The played violent. the drums blared
The tigress is confused and stared
They poked her with sharp spikes
Chocked her in net until sun set
The clouds moved over head
The first rain drop fell on her head
The tigress at once her fears shed
She growled with all her strength
And struggled her way out, at length
The hunters have lost their strength
The tigress escaped into the green forest
But she still has the trap in the leg
Prodigious injuries austere tragedies
villainous captivity and nasty calamity
Is all over. The hunter party has gone!!!
The tigress has the clear hope
One day she can throw the trap
She fondly remembers the rain drop
20. Fairies hunt ( slant rhyme )
Since long my senses insist
to find if fairies really exist
I set out on the witch hunt
On dark and frightening night
The serpentine belt squealed
The lusterless olive jeep moved
The tyres are young and strong
The yellow lights cut through fog
I have neither permission nor privilege
Perhaps searching for fairy is sacrilege
I passed the brook, drove towards east
The jeep was cutting through thick mist
There is neither house nor farmland
I reached wilderness, it is a waste land
The veil of woods afar seems grand
In the headlights appears like a fairyland
I drove straight in the freakish weather
Of the frightening night I saw the crooked
Wooden house with a rocky fountain in front
In fraction of second a creepy feeling crossed
my mind that many a time I avoided the castle
I dreaded to enter when I visited last winter
Something eerie glows in the dreary castle
A mellifluous soprano voice! is it a throstle!
Is it my beloved friend Farrago Francesca ?
Pity! I couldn’t my lips open and ask her!
Why Fernando do you deserve a fairy?
My questioning conscience looked scary
I kicked open the creaking wooden doors
I wandered fearlessly in the empty rooms
Sweet Francesca my heart your hand woos
I have n't found fairies but vanquished fears
If you ask me to wait for you I say cheers
I have the eternal hope I can wait for years
21. Her memories ( AA BB rhyme)
I was walking the vista
remembering the fiesta
amid the charming blue hills
watching the nature's thrills
Down there I see a windmill
The foot paths are winding
The trees are spellbinding
Slowly the sun lowered
The heavens rumbled
The clouds gently poured
The rain I always adored
Up in the sky the clouds brewed
Her sweet memories rained
Her memories are sweet first time
They are sweeter every time
Her touch still feels and fills thrills
22. Eternal (slant rhyme)
I close my eyes and wonder
What if my eyes close for ever
And never see the dawn
What if I am forever gone
My bones turn into dust
That flies in the air falls in the river
On the peepal tree under people’s feet
Where is my presence what is the essence
Of my verses do you give me curses
Who am I ? a crumpled picture of shattered dreams?
How long can I stick to your fading memory?
How long can you my verses admire
when your dreams drown in quagmire
you and I strolled in the cool amber
full moon night in yellow splendor
There the wind my songs chant
the stars your memories haunt
I am monumental, verbal and eternal
In the blowing air and flowing river
Far away from the loathsome world
