India: Travel Story

I wandered for green,

In shining sands of Rajasthan.

I fooled myself for years,

In myths of my belief.

I needed to move,

To explore my search.

India! Five words,

“Inherent natural dynasty of independent arrivals.”

I felt the same, from east to west,

North to south, in my travels.

Everywhere from the window of train,

I admired deep green pastures of nature.

My retinas widened up-to it’s heights,

And my mouth binds to say ‘wow!’

Long long, and water goes,

My eyes being a swimmer,

Travelled depths of that water pool.

Hills, raising to sky,

Valleys deepened to find.

Perhaps! God or the ending core.

It was unpredictability of my thoughts,

Which keeps me to some stops.

But nights which termed colder from hot,

Forces me to collect my approach.

Approach which gave me strength to explore,

The nature!

Teaches us perhaps!

To control.

Every  fold of  my body,

Admits the nature’s glory.

Whatever I did, it gave in return,

Like a breed.

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Sleeping without pain

The moment I end with work,
My heart starts yielding,
To get the grace of you…
My eyes invite that deep,
Undiscoverable silence,
And puss me to sleep….
To embrace you again,
Right by my heart,
And myself feel you still alive,
Inside me…..
It’s being hard to believe,
You are not with me,
Because,
The moment I sleep,
You hang with me,
In that beautiful paradise of my dreams….
And I feel again being alive,
By touching your chicks,
And grabbing your hand,
In real paradise of my heart…

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Widow Feelings

Widow feelings,

black and white,

Both nature and day,

Goes to temple,

Prays whole day,

To pass…

Start with ‘Tulsi‘,

Jailed in home,

Paper and ink

Sketched a blank…

Vibrated soul,

Sleepless eyes,

Moist round chicks,

Imagined that myth…

Extreme sorrows,

Works left not borrowed

Doing the same

Welling the empty well…

Happens in grounds,

Unfertilized with emotions,

Neutralized by demonstrations,

Of their wills, and powers to heal..

Does it matters,

Life being scattered?

Emotionless and dampness without hands of hope,

And willing ever loss…

The storm of Sorrow,

Could bring all this horror, but

Is it that end??

You wished, when eight.

where that aspiration,

And optimization??

You planned for something.

This is the Right phase,

To round the circle, if wish

Against the avoidance by you,

And Tear this myth, that

you can’t or you wouldn’t…

If agree to stand,

Against that you,

Gear the heart,

to pump very fast.

Because the chain or oath,

Needs effort a lot,

to Break, to Change….

Now load the sound, that

 You could, you can, and you will.

Yes!

That is the spirit,

To coupled the charm,

With care and with ‘Jaam‘.

 

 

Tulsi: A small plant, worshiped by Hindus

Jaam: pack of wine

Turning Point

When things goes beyond the hope,

Your veins just wanted to stop,

Don’t stop in the faith of God.

Time to search a ‘Turn’

Not ‘U’

But at the angle, leads to another hope.

Right turn at right time,

Will built a man,

with strong hands, and determined brain.

No one knows the ‘Future’

No one can predict it.

It is the you, creates it.

A ‘Turning point’ in life,

May be future without shine.

But at least give it a single try….

For the another Love Shot

Slowly walk through my heart,

Let me feel that we are not apart.

Shining of blue eyes, rain it,

Over my broken heart…

It screamed a lot, like a,

Deadliest, unbearable wound.

Pic the pieces of broken heart,

Wandering to be merge in a newly,

Built craft….

I still wanted to be the same,

Pretending like the loving the person you being.

You have change, you have change.

This evening I have decided,

Let you give one more chance to wave,

In the streets of my broken heart,

If the wounds would heal,

And your eyes would that feel.

But it is the last, what I have,

Besides the memories of love we had.

Know you are, what you did,

Transformed a green into the deep dark.

Yes It that’s it is,

Then after, It’s open the dearest world,

To play, in a new move, in the search of,

May be true, or in another love shot.