No connection I find between earthquake and rain

Or just a frame with bone and fleshBut that is not true me with a head.In that head I contain somethingAnd occasionally I bring that forthYou may know the man by nameBut you know not my intrinsic worth.Essence of life may be many a thingTo one but to me it is sheer intellectMy existence rounds…

Should they look alikeLike two stars?Or should they seeSame wave lengthand hearThe same pitched, same musicAnd you know how sincerely we tried them allAs we wanted to be an ideal coupleWe grazed together like dovesAnd feel the same breeze on the same roadBut what happened last, we stranded on our own waysPerhaps you knowshe saw…

Nothing comes outFeeling very vacantI can’t go for tranceMind and heart not readyI want to write forcefullyAbout this situationAs I in, every one faceCool calm without stressLanguorous pleasure,A desired treasureLethargic without tormentThe peculiar momentThe very un poeticThe heart numb stoicFree from emotionsFree from mind hecticVery relaxing but patheticVery blunt and indifferentIf this situations prevailsThink about…

In fact they are my enemyI am misled by themAnd whatever I utterthey are merely soundsPeople take them as noiseBut I am very passionateTo write wonder poetryWithout pen, without wordsWith all the colours of a flowerBy smelling all emotionsAnd pour them on my canvasFrom the brush of my heartTo become a poetThough I am deaf…

And what a good hunter of knowledge you are!I salute you for your thirsty heartInquisitive mindAnd to look out at treasures for wisdomWould I be able or not to provide you that kind of satisfactionOf a singer that he gets after singing the saddest song of him or herselfI really do not knowMeanwhile I talk…

When, without any discriminationDistribute the bootyAmong all the members equallyWhen a religious personCheats and discriminates people on any groundThen and then he becomes irreligiousThe killer of humanityAnd his religion is orphan without honesty.

To rouse me like a nymphPlacing the tip of my lipsAt the soft ear lobes and breathe hotWhile you write love poemsKeeping your hands on your partsOr make you sink in hateLike the king Nero didAt the time when Rome was burningOr keep a piece of stone chipsUnder the tongue of this penAnd in front…

And fell upon a crack of a wall like a seedRemained there uncared unnoticedBut I took the advantage of all the avoidanceAnd germinated into a saplingWith a strong willWith the help of air, dew and sun raysIn no time I became a plant with huge rootsAnd broke down the wall smashed flatNow every passer- by…

Since then I am counting,now it is forty threeIf the span of life ison an average of seventyThen surely I have crossed halfLong before I understandwhat it is all about.The things which last longerthan life’s spanI found them late andtook them up much laterNo wonder, as I knowlife is not all beer and skittlesIt has…

In setting plotIn creating suspenseWith perfect complication and resolutionBut we are not aware of these as we are not readers not the listenersWe are made characters meant to directly participate in actionsAnd face to faceFaceThe music of nature,Circumstances,Co-incidents,And unseen powers etcBut never meant to be puppetsI have read Thomas HardyAnd I refute him here along…

For her I spread my chestAnd created a space to fly herOne day she touched the cloudAnd asked me if I could be a piece of landI became flat and let her pour as rainShe used to rain for few daysAnd told me many stories of drought -lifeThen she sat on a bough of a…

So much it gifts you joyThe dry eyes are a signAnd the blessing of your shallow mind