I breathe in this still air –
thousand desires.
In the silence of my soul.

They blossomed –
the temple of togetherness,
the song of remembrance,
the naked body of dreams,
the love with no boundaries.


In the hours of peace –
In a vacuum of my soul -lived- the togetherness
To my still lips -came- the laughter,
In a depth of my heart -dreamed- the spring,
To my anxious thoughts -murmured- the love.


At the last moment –
Free was the spirit,
Singing eternally,
Flickering over dreams of the spring,
Security of the body with love- the earth claimed.





Pearls of the Poverty

The roadway was all deserted,

Street lights making images,

Some were of naked, and

Some of rolling bones.

I walked but couldn’t see,

An immature drinking salt,

The mute voice he carried.

Ah! I stumbled hard,

With a sore throat and a dry tongue,

Pupil glowing under the star beam,

Gazing at me,

Starved and ragged,

Human nature called me,

I stepped with a lost scarf,

Forgot the misery,

Searched the bond,

No colour, No caste,

Searching the one lost.

Paupers crying for pennies,

And I, for grandeur.

They grumbled,


“This World, a jury of miseries,

We the marionettes,

Designed for torturous ligatures,

Systematising fortunes,

For bank of presidents.

Decorating our castle,

Out of worn out candles, and

Dining a table of empty vessels,

For the pearls of the poverty.”


 I stepped to talk,

And  found my lost veil,

Stuck the pin,

Searched the pocket,

The loaf! It wasn’t desired,

Money! I never tried.

In thoughts the night passed by,

Thinking about the denial,

Of fulfilling the need,

Questioning self,

“Are these complaints then out of greed ?”




P.S:  Help the needy in the best way you can but never put a penny in their hand instead fulfil their desire. Your penny turns them handicapped your help in the right way will give them power to live the life.


The moon was watching.


Where the dew was struggling for its place on the ground, two were heading to see the reflection in the dark sky welded in clouds set to burn in the light of the moon. West was blazed in the twinkle of the brightest star and to distances far voices were being witness of the scene, bathing in seasons cold, souls felt the warmth of love. Silence whispered, “Dear, far you are being enough, do you believe of this dreamful moment to be true enough?”. Eyes went close, icicle dropped its first, lips frozen in words smiled bright, vision is for people who dream of life only in light, and being blind we feel the presence of it in darks which to you will feel the deep fantasy. Silence won by its name and steps four it took back, smiling, Aah! I lost mine in this love cast sky. Rightly it has been said, “True love can enlighten to wise”, turned back to the voice, smuggled was it with divine love. Before the moon could creep through the window to look for smuggled voice, smoke engulfed the pane and love condensed in fashion too unique framing eternal for ages. The clouds came closer to moon to eat its life away but went dissolved in its purity and enhanced resplendently to the incomparable ravishing essence of beauty. Last note, yeah we both seeing same moon, the same sky, same star and clouds bright, added to the unique ambiance of our settled conversation too nice.