Earth's hues are unlimited. Our views about Earth's hues are limited. Most people know only some popular colours. Some believe that there are seven colours. some believe that there are 12 colours. The average human eye contains 3 types of cones that are sensitive to red, green, and blue wavelengths of light. Each type of cone can detect about 100 different shades, leading to about a million different color possibilities. Man's senses are finite. Earth is infinite.
Can you think of something infinite? The best answer is thought. Yes Human thought is infinite. So is poetry. The colours of the earth depict variety of rich human thought.
1.The River
The river bears the boat along
the flower hears the bee's song
The fishermen nets in water throws
Fish or crabs only the God knows
The fish net in the river water remains
until the apple sun from the sky resigns
When it's dark the boat reaches the bank
the tired boats men the river thank
In the river..
The blue sky flutters like curtain
the silver moon dances like Spartan
the fish in water come to the surface
and dance looking into sky's face
Night is for sleep everybody knows
The river never sleeps it flows and flows
2.The Air and Flowers
Air loves flowers not for their colors
Air can't see but feel their collars
Air can touch their slender stalks
Air can kiss their tender lips
The air on gardens is slow and gentle
Air and flowers are so sentimental
when air throws them a gentle glance
The colorful flowers bow and dance
Air brings gifts from far away France
Flowers hug air and send it to trance
Air brings flowers showers from sky
The flowers get wet and shrink in shy
O dear sweet smelling flower
dwelling in bower, air is your lover
3.Leaf or flower
The two sat by the pond in a lofty garden
One is a warrior and the other is a woman
Oh! Sweet lady your heart got harden
The smile on your lips, where has it gone?
Oh sweet lady! You left your smiles to the flowers?
Your silence my heart stings and senses devours
Look at the beautiful birds listen to their sweet songs
Don’t you want to dance with me oh my heart longs
Oh sweet lady look at the leaf and the flower
Both got wet in the afternoon shower
Love is a shower, Can't feel its power?
Why don’t we spend one more hour?
Oh great warrior look, the sky gets dark
Since morning we sat in this park
The black clouds are drifting leeward
the doves and cows are homeward
Enough we are amused cuz love has the power
It is high time we moved, you can't get leaf and flower.
4.My death
I know
my last days are drawing near
I have neither regrets nor fear
I had my sinews deeply grilled
I had my mind thoroughly tilled
About pain I never complained
with it unconscious intimacy I gained
I had all my promises fulfilled
And I had already all my life lived
Death's unknown intricacy
doesn't go beyond literacy
If death comes I never decline
In death's hands I can recline
before I breathe last
I wish to see who fondly stands
with all my books in his hands
5. In Delhi
It was many years ago
when I lived in Delhi
I met a man called Ali
whose strength I don't know
but he maintained a big pomp
though his actual profile is low
It's aggrandized by his bungalow
he walks as if walking on ramp
He uses extravagant vehicles
To show his life rich and lavish
with his manners odd and peevish
he terrifies his men and kills
He is a jobless man with all ills
He trains people on job skills
6.Apartment
At midnight the dull thumping sound grows
As if somebody is running on the terrace
The weird sound a gristly entity shows
Every night the growing sounds scares
A young man said it must be ghost
most people said ghost is a trash
the ghost might roast us like a toast
I heard some voices quivering in a flash
Let us tonight awake and observe
who can that decision subserve
people who looked bold resolved
but later people are not involved
Ghost doubt reigns nights still
Ghost fear sustains light thrill
7.Young People
A common man at a young age
has neither thought nor courage
people don't on their own think
true! they can't their feelings ink
They can't worthy books read
Nasty films their minds feed
their narrow mind is feeble
yet they think they are noble
some poets might look old
they are fearless and bold
but they are to cinema sold
Alas! Old is no more gold
They made the great literature cold
The youth has gone into foreign fold
8.I am a Stengun
My poem is no fun, it's a word gun
when you've the reading begun
Think that the firing has begun
Remember that I am a stengun
whose target isn't man but mind
with each bullet you can clearly find
that you with knowledge tightly bind
Remember it is highly refined
wise men willingly show their dare
knowledge can not wise men scare
stupids bullet proof jackets wear
but my gun never at them stare
I dare wear the gun to share
the rare things readers care
9.Love in graveyard
Under the barren boughs of sorrow
she stands in the graveyard of her mind
she grieves the death of something
she long abandoned, and remains as dumb-thing
She lived with a half surgeon
He made her half mad and half virgin
she wonders what is the ceremony about
how long should she wait, she has a doubt
She can wait, but all she hopes is shade
She waits for which she goodbye bade
She thinks that people don't invade
If she in the mind's grave stayed
O woman! don't at the grave cry
You know Love will never die
10.My Heroine
When my life was pretty harried
She has bent low and me married
Time has seen us man and wife
She entered in the adversary of life
Like ordinary women she has no concern
for I how much I earn but she is so stern
ordinary woman might think it danger
But she is simply the game changer
In the early days of our marriage
Violent winds shook our carriage
I had my irrevocable appointments
She'd incontrovertible commandments
With such a mismatch in temperament
Marriage could only be an experiment
Still I wonder how she stood by my side
Though I couldn’t much to her provide
we started as Simple man and wife
after two decades we became life in life
but at first, my marriage was delicate tomato
with growing love and trust it became a potato
Many people capture their marriage in photo
No photo can like poem tell the story in toto
Love and trust like plants don't grow over night
They need time to become trees and reach a height
when I in her absence ate a chocolate
she closed the gate, I could not negotiate
I took time to learn she was vigilant
I thought that she was somewhat different
Even slight deviation in plan made her indifferent
She hissed like a snake she is so belligerent
I never thought she walks the troubled aisles
But surprise! She traveled tortuous roads for miles
Miles and miles she traveled with smiles
And never got vexed with my job trials
Several times I have the jobs changed
With her I moved from place to place
Off course, we were estranged only for days
Most violent weather could not us deranged
Is it God, who has this marriage arranged?
Her name (varalu) spells boons, she stands apt
to her name given by mother as an epithet
Gradually she rewarded all her boons
She swam the sea during typhoons
Later we celebrated several honeymoons
As a writer I created many a heroine
But she is my life's perfect heroine
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