Sometimes I wonder

to plant a seedwithout understanding my effortfirst they scornednext they laughed outwhen I told them my ambitionand made me feelwhat a fooli wasI did not reactOr say anythingIn response of their insultI just gave a signBy biting my lower lipAnd casting my eyes downThat I was serious and firm in my convictionone day that seed…

And you a full bloom flowerSwaying to and fro in the breezeYour colorful petals of featherSpread wide with a soft touchWhile I hover upon you flappingYou look towards the blue skyEye to eye we see a momentThen you nod and I swoop downTo sit closing my golden wingsWhere you put your honey hiddenI sting with…

in frustration out of failureyou rush to a placeaway from the purview of anybody elseand let your soft hands engagerelaxed you come outlike getting success after manipulation

Taking delicious foodDrinking favorite wineReleasing your heatGreasing your mindPlaying with your own childDoing love with beautiful womanIt may not be any thingBut surely it is writing.

Or a leader tells truthThe thing which I rather believethat a poet is an excellent artistAnd sells his craft like a goldsmith.I never believeThat a leader can not tell a lieOr a goldsmith tells truthThe thing which I rather believeThat a leader is an excellent artistAnd sells his art like a word-smith.I never believeThat all…

Life needs you to bloom.

And difficult tooHere are some criteriaMy muse has given meAfter reading the poemAsk yourself some questionsHave you or any one else ever thoughtThe idea the poem contains before?That would give rise the check of originalityCould you write an alternativeVersion without plagiarism?With the level of difficultyHow hard or how easy you faceIn producing of the same…

As end isn’t the death

Of big poets in the hopeTo get lump some bonusAnd regular decent dividendBut alas! They feel cheatedThey become junk like big companyVast bottom with flat topNever given any returnThe investment totally gets flopThey behave like a bloating paperAnd know very well how to suck up allAlong with the hard earned principleThis becomes a funny game…

Playing over your headAnd it is looked like a rainy dayBut no drops of rainonly tears falling downand nobody is all around youTo seeThat you are going to hide somethingand trying to say fewTill date which remain untold about yourselfBut who cares! !O, my dear pain of neglectcome on sharp,Do not waste time any moreShedding…

And with a bag full of lustIf you go alone the fear of wolf tears you downIf you go with some one elseHe will save you as well asWill share with you to double your joyBut here is a risk and there is a dangerHe may leak the story to anotherSo you must be in…

I know my voyage will never endYet I hanker for a restFor a while I wish to close the doorBut life says it’s a luxury!I wonder how I can accomplishAs I have provisions very littleAnd my means are very humbleBut ahead I see so heavy so toughAll the tasks are very stupendous.While I feel nervous…

Still no change envisagedNo transformation takes placeSo sign of improvementYou may be puzzled to find outWhere things go wrongYou start blaming the systemAnd keep nagging aroundAs it is the easiest way in lifeTo see yourself in the right pedestalAnd visualize others on wrong linePaint them all with defected brushAnd unmatched colorsYou see your painting get…

that there is no such thing likea half lie while a bitter truth ishidden in a sweet lie but a white lienever put under black truth as thereno such thing and it always comesout and comes out in black only

Sitting with unfortunates makes you humbleSitting with ignorant makes you more puzzleSitting with traitors can make you traitors tooAlong whom do you sit with, it is up to you!

And set to oppose each otherJust to make people confuseIf one goes terribly wrongStill others will bear fruitsThis is true political designTo make people confuseIf wind blows the other wayAnd you are the occupying weedsThen set to contradict each otherJust to be safe from being extinct

She said she wouldIf I beg knee downFor a few drops of rainI went to a cloudHe promised me to giveBut I was asked to salute himFor my human dignityOnce I asked wind to protectHe promised he wouldBut I am asked to give him my loyaltyBeing disappointed I came back homeAnd angrily asked my museHow…

And in the middleYou are roughed upVery badly caughtNo immediate relief in sightAll the way outsCovered by black cloudsstars are put outno blue in the skyin darkness your heart isgrindedlike a stonein a crusher milland you are overwhelmed with griefbut you lack wordsyou burst into tearswhich tell thousands in brief..