Rule

Right to left,
Top to base,
A rule covered.

The rule was hard,
Can’t gear up,
So reviewed.

Tried shifting,
Its firm,
Now what’s next?

“Any loop holes?”
Not so far,
Called to look at.


My query is,
To roll these rules.
Let’s think over it again.

Deal

They met,
Spoke for a while,
Deal seemed good,
Fixed then.

They asked to wear it,
She wore it,
Bit tight,
But not so.

Day, a month, and an year went,
It’s worsened,
She wanted to release at last.

The referee said to think,
Took an year or two,
He thought, she thought,
Nothing changed.

Now the deal cancelled
He moved north
She travelled south,
Life..., is bit odd nowadays.

At last

To love privately,
All time behave openly,
Do think commonly,
Give excuses continually,
And live splendidly.
This is my dream,
At last at this time…
Oh…! Leave that please,

I must think once more.

Words

Words Outspoken,
Thoughts shattered,
Undivided, undecided.

Not meant to point,
Not sure too,
It’s unexpected.

My eyes began to drip,
Thoughts changed,
So with my path.

Sure…! You may be right,
I could be wrong,
But not always.

Awake

Alarm…Alarm
“You wake up”
Its morn tip, feel the chill.

Look at the sky,
The rising sun,
Enroute the light & freshness today.

Day is so sweet,
So said by many.
Unlock your road to success.

An option to show,
A round around.
Make thy passion strong & stay.

This run will do,
A beautiful pace,
All today for the season of bright.

Perceive the light,
Then you explore,
All across this beautiful world.

Awake, Arise,
Thou art of mind.
Do this for a cause, through your last

She Quit

She who has lots to speak.
An hour ago,
When I went,
Her eyes just blinked twice.
It’s like she passed-
A message in a rush.
Then she locked,
No response flowed again!

‘A couple of minutes only’
The doctor said,
To go beyond that
Seems just imposs.
Take out that mask,
Let she breath her last
Rising beep, falling beats,
Then She Quit…

I hope now she sleeps well,
Don’t know how she feels.
I am sure, she will cope,
Now my prayers is
For her soul & sleep!
Oh… My dear you sleep.

Love

Love…The rule of life,
Showed my way always,
It’s for all time in my lovely heart
To make my way set unique apart!

It came with a rush,
No resistance anywhere,
Shaky eyes with a stolen mind,
Bouncing my thoughts, all in a shot.

When eyes count way to sleep,
Difficult to pass the flash that fast,
Day is ahead for the usual turn with the dark,
Oh! Even the thoughts made me write so prompt!

Thee Move On…!

I am weak, I can make out
But leave me alone…
Thee move on... I know my way!

Long ago, a Sunday morn,
When the clock said quarter to two,
Thy cry made me smile.

Days passed, grown you do,
My forties came,
The present late seventies too.

I am sure, I met my vow,
To make your pace comfort.
Now you know… Move on!

You showed the same door,
Which I opened for you,
Thats Ok... ! All set to go..

Don’t worry my dear,
Though my body is weak,
A stick will do, let me try !

Before I go, here a thing or two,
Clear that wooden box you made,
When I sat intense a year ago.

Not a choice, Its your duty,
I think that won’t do for your trip,
You are one feet, two inches tall to me.

Your son will do,
When you touch your sixties
Adieu my son... I know my way !

A year or two for my saturation,
You don’t follow my way,
Atleast thy life be good !

Life

Life; a journey unforeseen!
No ways clear, not very sure.
Yet I walked, and went on.

An unexpected ride,
With unfolded thoughts,
Unnoticed all through.

It began all with hope,
But wrecked when it met fear.
He who made me fall down.

Now my clock ticks “Time Up”
But a little more to go and learn-
Art of converting will to win.

Not for fame, not to shine,
But to go on till the end.
Though unseen, uncovered!

I = You

All above the words, there is one,
Which mumble my days all around?
You are in me…
You are me!

A little shine comes to my window pane,
It lurks and wanders all around.
Says “wake up”
Slowly wake up!


Then drizzles soon the sky,
Trembles me gently not so deep.
You provide my warmth,
You are my warmth!


My days are full if you were around,
To hold me tight, and walk in my right.
Stay too close, and then we lock,
Walk so close my sweetie girl!

The days are here and you are near,
Lemme clear what my heart snare.
My world is for you,
Bcoz, I…Love…You!

Can('t)

They Said... "You Can't"
I Think I Can,
I Went, I Did, I Can...

"Awake" Said Someone
Stop Living For Others
Its Your Time... Enjoy

"No" That I Can't
They Said... "You Can"
I Went, I Did, I Can't...

I Can, They Can't
They Can, I Can't
That Went So On...

The Secret Of My Life

I tolerate actions that’s comes in my way
Being calm and quite…
Have no fear of losing any
No second thoughts, no strings.

I endured myself all the time
Being patient, but didn't work slowly
I accept any delay and all the hardships
No second thoughts, no strings.

I never found myself completing everything
But so far I completed my mission;
I enjoyed my life sticking to itiveness
No second thoughts, no strings.

An Unbounded Thought

I WAS NOT SLEEPING THAT NIGHT
MY HEART WAS FULL OF WOE
I CRIED FOR MY DEAR ONES
WHO WAS ALWAYS WITH ME EVERYWHERE

THE FALLING DEWS FROZENED MY THOUGHT
I WAS LIKE A SHIP WITHOUT A COMPASS
I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO,HOW TO GO
I STOOD LIKE A STATUE FOR A WHILE

THE PEOPLE AROUND ME SAID "THIS IS LIFE,
A JOURNEY FROM BIRTH TO DEATH ALWAYS"
BUT I REFUSED TO ACCEPT THIS TRUTH EVER
I CRIED ALOUD,THINKING... MY DEAR ONES WILL COME AGAIN.

A FROZEN THOUGHT

THIS IS NOT A POETRY TO SING WITH A TUNE

THIS IS NOT A POETRY TO MY DARLING GIRL

THIS IS NOT A POETRY TO EXPREES HAPPINESS

BUT LIFE OF TWO LITTLE SWEETIES IN MY CITY


I CAN REMEMBER THAT DAY WHEN I SAW THAT

TWO LITTLE LOVELY SWEETIES IN MY WAY

WITH THEIR HANDS FULL OF RED ROSES

ROAMING ON THE CHURCH STREET WITH SCURRY


THE PEOPLE CALL THEM BY THE NAME ‘ORPHAN'

"THEY ARE ROAMING THERE FOR THEIR BREAD"

ARE NOT EVEN COMPLAIN FOR THEIR STIPULATION

BUT THEY ARE SATISFIED WITHOUT ANY GRIEF


BUT WE CAN READ THEIR PAINFUL CONDITION,

WE CAN FEEL THEIR STOLEN CHILDHOOD'S HAPPINESS,

THEIR DREAMS, ENJOYMENTS, PLAY, FUN…….

Oh! MY LORD "AREN'T THEY EVEN ELIGIBLE FOR THESE?"

The Cry For The Truth

THE CRIES AND CALLS OF MANLY THOUGHTS

WHISPERED THE TRUTH ON A GENTLE BREEZE

FROM HERE AND THERE AND EVERYWHERE

WANDERING WITHOUT ANY SENSE OF MOOD

THE CRIES ARE NOT FOR MANLY ONES

BUT FOR GREENY LEAVES AND EARTHY PALS

THE WHEEL WILL TURN AROUND AND AROUND

WITHOUT SEEING THE TRUTH FOREVER

THE BLISS OF BIRTHAL BOON WILL END

BY SAYING A FAREWELL TO THIS GLOBE

BUT GENTLE THOUGHTS WILL REMAINS FOR YEARS

AS PALE LESS LITTLE FACE FULL OF DREAMS AND SORROWS.