SETARA BIBI UNDER THE LIGHT OF LAMP POST (poems)

SETARA BIBI UNDER THE LIGHT OF LAMP POST

The glittering city around

Life is rich with red, blue light of neon

Wide sky over the head

Pieces of moonlight, scattered

And in that splashed pieces of meteor

Those are taken by the scientists of NASA

So height the civilization reaches

This city is the flow of happiness now

Some men like us pass the way

With frustration seeing these

Boat of which has not floated

In this hidden flow of water

Let be considered their lives bad

In such all one remains sitting always

She is Setara Bibi

Small residence she has

And that is under the lamp post

Collapsed life under the shade of polythene

No way of life, theoretical darkness

In the arrangement of gloomy  happiness

The tired bone folded in the aged body

Proceeds to the way of death

None there is to see this

Footprint of new soldier

In the bank of Mediterranean sea

(May be the democracy be rent out again)

The hungry cruel animals are busy

In the barren hills of stone and

In the wide sandy field

For their unlimited desire of blood

The scraps of flesh and blood

Those are not yet been taken by dogs

In this devil situation the wheel of

Gambling moves round enormously

Setara Bibi becomes attacked

With fever with serious trembling

When genocide happens

In all corners of the world

Some flash also comes here and

Wipes out then. Water drops fall

Inside the room of Setara Bibi

Death comes to her door open

And this is never the news.

 

A TRAVEL UNNATURAL

In the evening of one day

I stood by the side of Brahmaputra

The sun was then setting hurry

With its yellowish color 

I walked on the bridge and

Stood in the middle there

The main flow of the river

Was under my feet

I was supposed to come with you

Shall stand catching hands each other

At the same time, same line

The joint flow of river and civilization

Mixed with our lives in separate dimension

W shall be same in our thoughts

But you did not come

And the sun of the day

Gone to its destination

Enormous dark through the river

Light of the bridge are all dazzling

And that has made light way on the above

I got back, alone in the heaven also not good.

 MAY BE YOU ARE HERE

In the known way walked silently

Face with no blood like a gloomy boy

In the branches of tree, in the fold of leaves

There is modern grey dark

They are not damsel as were before

As the neon light comes from far

Yet walked silently in the lone

The scent of lemon in the existence

That makes turmoil in the forest

I am alone but yet not afraid

I felt your presence by my side

My dear of the days last

Your beauty and youth

The pieces of flesh and skull

Are melted under the heaps of earth

And about to be end

Yet I think like the spike in the backbone

Like thorn hidden in my throat

You are still remaining

With your scented body of pains

Under the soft shadow of the evening.

THINKING YOU

Passed the days only thinking you

And the nights are of mine

The nights of the poet are

Never shared with others

Living only on thinking you

And the breathe are only for me

The existence can not be shared in full

Man flesh and blood

But becomes no0t in world

Like saint with whim

Remains sitting with worships garland

Why it happens like this

In fact this has no meaning.

THE BODY WITH PAINS

The pains have no walking organs

Yet those move all around the world

Day and night it walks only

The carrier is not seen

The mind is the carrier of it

The pains have no wings

Yet  fly and fly from heart to heart

Or in the more deep place

Where the body of soul remains

In the mist hidden

In the more deep where the man has born

The pains are very strong

And so the leaves given by you

Becomes dry slowly in grammar

All the dews of the world

Can not wet or keep alive

I lost my all endeavors

And I become a circle

The pains have no shape

My shape is her shape told by all.

FEELINGS ONLY FOR OWN

Whichever I think over you

The room of the heart is touched

With its warmness

The talks are end and

The land of life comes in the tide of time

Whichever I think about you

Appears to be true in philosophy

Week hit breaks the boundary of mind

The pains fall and fall

I ended the day not to think on you

But in the dark of night

I see you

And again the talks in the dark

No more thought on you I want

Yet the heart tunes in abstract

You sleep endlessly by my side

Yet appears to be so far.

GIRL WITH BLACK HAIR

The girl walks, the girls with black hair

And with her I walk

As if a black girl of other country

The bewildered body touches mind

The black body with black wears

And that makes the glittering

The white teeth are diamond

Though black yet I tell

Some blacks are nice to see

The black hairs flies in the air

May be there many talks

Resonance come to the hart

Though I become unable to walk

But the mind tells to go forward

My heart is then

Bewildered with joy.

 

SONG OF SILENCE IN THE DARK OF LONE

Noise of the city I hear with desire

The scent of the labor

I smell that come through wind

So much lonely life in this life

With your touch in the forest of Mahua

Yet I feel well knowing you are here

You are the mother of my daughter

Who is the dearest to me in the world

I thought to be it the blessings of creator

There is no flower playing

Only the neglect and abstract annoyance

The difference of men

Is now so high that touches the heaven

Yet some selfish people work on it

The blessing words of religion

Are now very far

I search different earth garden endless

In the dream that has not come

All appear to be wrong

Nothing is the love to the life

Only the song of silence

Resounds in the endless dark.

 

THE PLACE TO GET DOWN
 
Keeping through life-train
Keeping hands on you
Yet in doubt, is the hands yours? 
Or the violin of other concealed
Tunes and renovate in the veins
And arteries of the hands
While in the noon or evening
With different resonance in mind 
My hands are on your hands
Yet feels something absent there
Why I am trembling in the open space
Why I am crying, why the mind says
Everything is end long before

May be we shall have to get down here.

THE TIRED LOVER

Helen, the dear of me

A soft minded girl

The world's best beautiful woman

All my tears of pain are little

To your small offended mind

You don't know

How much demolishing my heart is

How much mourning my soul

How much sensitive my existence

I am now burdened most in the world

As the lover to my sense

Bearing all the feelings of love

So much I have been mixed

For the complex leveling of your love

I have been bearing clear water

More clear than the glass

And you are not seeing this

This is called love.

 THE SAONTAL DAMSEL

The demon rider is moving

Through the midnight dark

And I am also moving with it

Being the companion of silent travel

Love of santal damsel calls me to the sea

Being the peak of the mountain

Such an unnatural country

Is no not found ever in the world

Oh, the beautiful girl

Do you think this being awaken?

Your small hut light like paper

By the side of the hill

Or your life

Love sometimes more strong than man

Something difference must be

These are anthropological

And then society, politics, religion

Philosophy are the things

Like the color of the body

Why they are so discussed?

I am coming to you

My dear Santal lover

Your life is surrounded by

The forest and hills

I shall swim in the core of that soul

Overcoming the area of nature

I shall touch the dark of evening

Shall awake seeing the morning

I shall find the thousand ways

In your sun rise and sun set

I shall keep my hands

To your soft hand and shall tell only

The life is so miracle, so miracle

And more of it this human pain.

 

THEE IS NONE

There is none

Yet the belief is lying

Like an old stone

And I hear the sound of the same

I was not

And may be I was never

Yet I feel there is something

Like me

Like this play goes

The life is full of green

But the body of it

Some times torn, damaged

And here the cost of belief is high.

 AN ADOLESCENT GIRL

So sharp the eyes are

Of the adolescent girl

Sees everything

Of the world with doubt

So peaceful the look

But turmoil in the soul

Small sound arises

Whenever gets any pace.

 

TRANSFORMATION

How it can be?

Is that can be told a transformation

If my skeleton body becomes

Heavy with fat some?

Then our lame calf has also

Got big transformation, meanwhile

All these are nonsense

And so leaving these

I start to think otherwise new.

Then is it a transformation for men

In the street, suddenly

May be, I don't know.

Then if the animals lives in the palace

That will bring transformation to them.

How it can be

Is it possible to transformation by this?

No and never

Then what is the transformation?

Somebody calls, be changed from inner

But this has actually no existence

Nothing is changed

All remain as it is

And take camouflage time to time.

 

IF YOU LOVE ME

Only she can love me

Who is able to love

The fallen leaves in the garden

Ashes, dried straw and such others

Where there is nothing valuable

She can love me

Who is able to love red ants

Worms and insects

Or if better the light of firefly

If you want to love me

Then you need to be neglected

Will have to be one of hundreds

As I have a mind.

 

ALL SINS CAN NOT BE WASHED BY RAIN WATER

Shower can not remove all tiredness

All sins can not be washed by rain water

The sin of loving you

Can not be burnt by fire

Remains sitting by the road side

See the laughing faces of beggars

And thus passes my spring days

Then deposits the hill of pain

None touches me, sun or shade

Or not showered this damaged body

Dark comes out of knowledge of all

And there is no sign of moonlight

I would not be in love

If it was known to me

That the love is so big sin

I also want to be happy like others

And helpless I am

As I don't know any double dealing.

THE POET OF THE SPOILT LOVE

The girl with long hands and legs

How you dare to neglect the poet

What is the pride of you?

It will never be dark

To your sharp chin

What is the pride you have to

Neglect the poet

He never fall to your skill waist

Being the wave of the sea

What is the pride you have

To dishonor the poet

He will never be lost to your

Amazing beauty of betel leaf ace

And absolute white skin

The pride what you have

To neglect the poet

He will never be beggar to you

The girl with big breast and buttock

What is the pride you have

To neglect the poet

He will never be lost to your shadow

The girl of black eye and sharp nail

What is the wealth you have

To neglect the poet

You the girl with golden wing

And laugh as if the pearls fall

He will never surrender

To your spoilt love

What is the pride you have

To neglect the poet

He will never be to your height

The girl with sharp teeth and long hair

What is the resource you have

To neglect the poet

He will never burnt to your barren desert

The girl with long neck and wide back.

THE BIG WORLD OUTSIDE

The big world is out of the room

I want to go there

But I have no door of the room

The big society out of the society

I want to go to that society

But I am not allowed to go there

The big country there from this country

I want to go to that world

But I have no clearance

There is sea big than this

I want to swim in that sea

But I have no boat to float

There is another one in me

I want to touch it

But I have nothing to touch.

 

SUICIDE TO THE POISONOUS TREE

To suicide to the poisonous tree

A man went there

He came back after a while

And told the absence of branches

In the tree

Another one went  with a spike

He will suicide to poisonous tree

He came back after some time

And told the absence of  bark

Of the tree

I told him

Why did you com back

Is there no fruit

In the poisonous tree there.

 

NOTHING I HAVE

You damsel, what do you want to me?

I am a broken hut, torn house

Dried pond with weeds

Burnt bush of bamboo

Locust attack white paddy field

Leaves of which are damaged

I am a left out habitat, colorless sky

Crop field damaged with flood

I am a broken road, spoiled drug

Damaged wine

Broken Kula left of many days

I am the heap of ashes

The beast with harsh skin with

And what you search in me of life?

What actually you want to find in me?

I am a river not navigable, sea under weeds

I am the canyon left forever

An account book with no account

I am an ancient jungle, modern dustbin

My another appearance is outcast

You the girl, what do you want to me?

Do you want death drinking me?

 

SOME LOVE HAPPENS WITH NO REASON

With no reason there is some love

Like you unconditional

Moves under order

Sits under order forever

Some love happens with no reason

Disordered like you

And can not be arranged if wanted

Disorder remains as it is

With no reason the love happens

Like rhythm as you

Fear comes in mind

If wanted to open the net of thought

Suddenly some love happens

Beautiful like you

I search this live throughout life

And make shape of it.

CALL OF UNLIMITED

Call will come for all

The call of never end

Good or bad all will have to go

The death is mysterious

There will be a call for all

The call from infinite

All will be left out

Either achieved or left out

Everything is valueless

This is told by everybody.

 A ROSE COLOR TRAIN

A rose color train is coming

Within the eye sight of me

Crossing some simple days

And gloomy nights the train is running

And running, destination not known

That train comes and comes

Again and again with no junction

The line has been connected to end

The train has no signal, no driver

The rose color train is running

And running within my sight

There is no passenger in the train

Only my soul is being burdened

With it and suffering breathe.

 PENAL CODE

I could not find punishment of some offence

In any place of the penal code

Cheating with own, some small greed

Some skilled forgery, misappropriation

Which are apparently correct

As these are skilled made

Also the pretension, if well done

Many things are absent in the penal code

Some sins of seeing

Some codes are with this

Man made law, apparently legible

In fact there is everything

In the penal code of the conscience

You ask and will get answer.

 WHAT IS LOVE

I asked the girl

What is love?

She tells

It is a bundle of red bangles

I asked the boy

What is love?

He answered

It is a sharp poisonous knife

I asked the old man

What is love?

He answered

This is a deep breathe of sorrow

I asked the couple

What is love?

They tell

This is a piece of cloudless sky.

 

SOME TIMES WITH BORN BLIND

I sit by the side of born blind

He tells, nothing of life is seen

And I answered as that is good

He asked, how it is good

I don't know answer of this question

I remain silent

He asked me how he looks

I tell you have seen nothing

How shall I tell?

You have no value of comparison

But I can tell that

You are very beautiful

He asked me what beauty is

I picked a rose from the garden

And give him telling - like a rose

He asked how the rose is

I don't know answer of his question

I remain sitting silently

And I think in mind

Why getting such shame

Going to the philosophy of the blind

Rather I should go somewhere else.

 

SONG OF THE CHANGE

Your sound makes resonance

Of the change of the day

I think of you

So modern you are

You have been changed in total

Oh, so nice it is

This the thing I want

Day and night running

With the hope of heart

But the heart is not there

It has been lost long before

In the fold of the modernism.

 

THE BOY SAYS, THE GIRL ALSO

The boy says and the girl also

I love only you

No, this is a lie

Each love only himself

And all other things are

Well engraved with skill

The day passes and becomes clear

The desire of heart is selfishness

I am aware of this

And known to me day by day.

 

THE DAYS THOSE PASSED

The days which are passed

Were so nice days to us!

We tell like this

But had it been ever like this?

In this way we live with false

Time ends and we see and think

In this way

Oh, what a disaster!

THE PAINS YOU GAVE

I have kept the pains you gave

In my box with much care

I think over them and wish

They will come as pearls

But when?

The presentation you have given

I have kept them all in showcase

With care and hope they will come

As bird, but where is that day?

Never the day comes though I wish

You have been old, and me also

I am telling truth

There is nothing in the heart

Only the weeds are living.

 YOU TELL  SO IT IS BEAUTIFUL

It is beautiful to me as you tell it

Love in fact is not so beautiful

But we the poets tell it much

It is beautiful as I tell it

Dialogues are not so beautiful

To the extent we the poets know.

 THIS IS NORMAL IN THE FIRST

At first it appears like this

In the new love, whichever you tell

Comes beautiful and amazing to me

Nothing comes to the ear to sound

There is no time to think

Good or bad either

I become bewildered

In the morning and in the evening

With the little love I have

Slowly all becomes dark to me

I don't see love anywhere

I am sad, only  false worship.

 I HAD SOMETHING TO TELL

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ALL HANDS ARE NOT ALIKE

All hands are not alike

Some hands are loving

Have the touch of love

That hands mehendi  become

The keys of the heaven

What is the benefit of telling

And sitting alone, come

And let's go the yellow garden

Bing a magnificent poet

I wake and go with her

Hands to hand

As if remaining in the dream

Being attached with each other

The night becomes end and

I found you by my side

A very normal one

And the life is rushing one me.

 

ALL BLACKS ARE NOT BLACK

To understand that all blacks

Are not black

A life has been spoiled

And it was destroyed

Now I understand

The concept of that day

Was a wrong

Having a dark glass on the eyes

The thing appears like this.

 

I TOUCH YOU OVERCOMING RAIN

It is raining and raining

Might be you will be showered

But you call me to go

You tell what is the matter of fear

But my body is made of salt

I am afraid of rain

Yet you call

And I go to you

Over jumping rain I touch you

I become bewildered

And I become drops and drops

Having nothing to me.

 YOU DAMSEL, DON'T TOUCH ME

Night passes one after another

The magnificent time comes

After one magnificent time goes

In the full moon and dark

And you are busy with work

These are all excuse

I remain bewildered with

False shadow of love

Everything is touched

Except you

This insensate body

Grabbed with many pains.

 THE ANCIENT MAN I RETURN

You come out from thirst

So brave you are

I think in my mind

Not yet rotten I am

Rather fresh yet

In fact all these are

Satisfaction for a moment

A circle of wrong

I return to my circle again

The ancient man

Bind with circle always.

 

WALKING IN THE MOON

1.

In a moonlit night

I shall walk with you

Keeping hands with your hands

Never any moonlit night was then

In this big world

After this decision I have taken.

2.

We had been supposed to work

In a moonlit night

Keeping hands to each other

But you really walked

But the hand was not of me

You caught the hand of a cheat.

3.

We decided to walk side by side

In a moonlit night

Keeping our hands to each other

Still I am waiting for you

And the moonlit night of you

To come.

 

SO I WAS NOT ABLE TO STOP

I was unable to stop you

As my hands were so week

So you have gone

To the deep of surprise

You or me

Remaining here with no meaning

And this was the wrong of the world.

TODAY IS THE CLASS OF POEMS 

Today through whole time
Is the class of poems
The trembli9ng forest, green field
Far village crossing jungles
There is my bench at the end line
Dipali, a girl, decorated in my front
Only student of the class is a girl
Remains sitting with unlimited patience
But my lecture is not stopped 
Morning passes and noon comes
And then the evening
The night comes overlapping the
Dark of the eveni8ng
One or two drops of dew water
Fall on the panic head shamelessly

I search the page of the poems

Dipali is full of that page
Dipali calls me with purity of prayer carpet
The only student of my class
And then the night is almost end.

 

I SHALL RETURN TO MY MIND 

I have lost all my nice time
Thinking whether I shall be back
If you call me to you 
But the leave day is not abundant
And if the day
Is spoiled in such way.

 
                       
ALL THE MOURNING WORDS 

My country lives in my dream
In my frustrated heart
Day and night
Some men are hammering
They try to make spike in
Make sounds of hammer
The root of the motherland
You are so proud of war
Being born after war
If you are alive then one day

You will eat my existence 

Becomes ashes of burnt paper
Without seeing the freedom
The opponents keep their hands
In the root of existence
Nothing remains serious
Than fear of men
They make the account
Very carefully, but the account
Never comes to end
For unknown reason 
The killer becomes tired
After making disaster whole night
He sleeps, when
He doesn't know and
When he awakes he finds the
Weeds only in whole yard
The spot has not yet wiped out
Yet long days are gone 
How much more to nourish sword
It will be in the way and thinking
This they change their cover
Some new dress in hands and foots
But the men find them correctly
The juice of mind of Hayena
Is known to body of snake
And the deer and rabbit
 
The water went down
With the attraction of tide

Yet some rotten vulture see dream

One day will come
When his habitat will be of them
May be it will be a disastrous field
Yet they will fight for it 
Time passes and the sky falls on head
Everything is forgotten
Yet the can't to forget the loss relations
Disastrous face of mother
And the pains he has
In his core of mind.


          
NIGHT LIKE COLOR OF A TREE 

I can not identify the nights
The color of night is now
Mixed with the color of tree
And these are for only you
As you have not loved me 
We had been supposed to have our
Wedding night in the golden bed
But I see the golden color is
On the body of the sky
Now the sky is golden sea 

The days are not well identified by me

Many black spots are now in her body
Is it the sign of any day?
This is only for you
As you have not loved me.

                 
 
YOU ARE EVERYWHERE

You are now throughout the world
Wherever I keep my hands
I found your body there
I keep my hands on the moon
And there I find your body
I can not touch the sun
So I became showered with sunlight
And Find nothing there
Only the emotion of you I find 
I keep my hands in the sea
And I find  the sea your friend
Your body is attached with her
And your beauty remains there
Your beauty in that deep sea
Is dazzling like shadow 
I go to the forest
So deep the darkness of it
In it there remains the silence complex
I find you there and

I become afraid

Is it yours, to whom
You are the items of all worship 
Then where shall I go?
You are now throughout the world
Your body as if the body of air
You are not to be destroyed
In the blue of the sky
You are with your image for whole time
I am the worshipper of you as mad
Find you in the smoke with fragrance
Find you in every drop of breathe
Oh! How much wide you are!


You are everywhere
Your body is of very much kind
Water and air, mud, sky and wind
Which are nice, and all long breathe
You remain there always
May be your hand is the king 
With utter surprise you are
In the cave and you are remaining there
With so deep and dark place
The light that comes from your beauty
Are touched with all
As if God, and that is good
I get love in you, but it's a disaster!
I am resisted here with pain
And throughout the world you are.

            


LET US DRINK HONEY OF HEAVEN 

Keep your hands on hands gently
There is no time to think other
Your sky is so far now
For the busy city life
That your sky is not found in my eyes 
Let us come and drink honey
Let all the debate be left
In this moment meeting
Which I can and that I can not
Your wrong and my pains in mind
All are now mixed clearly
With no separate identity 
It is pleasure to come back
May be it is late
I shall not oppose, I have no time
Let us come and drink honey. 



 NO FEAR EXISTS NOW 

Don't want to know how I had been
None remains good as desired
In this mixed life 

There were much neglect

But you don't want to know
Physical posture is very negligible
Belief and love
Both are prestigious in life 
Now let all these accounts behind
No time now to spoil
Many times have passed
And you have been back
That's is the blessings of God
How can I be ungrateful
This could be not like this 
In fact the heart is the highest
That draws only to the value
Your root is destined to me
You have understood this much later 
The sun is setting slowly
And still we have many things to do
The rectangle like love is absent
And this has been so surrendered 
Your attachment is still remains
As before when you had been the
The fairy of the heaven
Either called or not called
Lovers are never old 
So I am waiting for you
Crossing the limit of hesitation
If you extend your hand
You will get the drinking pot

So no late my eternal dear

Let's come and drink heavenly honey.

 


AS I HAVE SEEN YOU 

My queen of beauty
As I have seen you with eyes
So beauty in the world
I have seen never before
Eyes of love always make mistake 
You had been in my knowledge
In my merit and sentiment
Woman of flesh and blood
Are the ingredients of arts only
You yourself are never an art f 
Yet I love when there is no time
I know nothing to give and take
As you have not loved
So what is that to me!
Among the crowd of thousand
My eyes search you
As I have seen you.

           
THE RESONANCE OF ARMS 

The ugly showdown of arms
All around me
But where is my arms?
I have kept my arms to you 
So crowd around us
But here is you?
I have lost you in the crows


 
THOSE WHO LOVE 

They become foolish who are in love
Anesthesia is another name of love 
Thos who are in love
They become very much moving
Moving heart is another name of love 
Those who are in love
The become very much innocent
Makes wrong in love and then illicit love 
Those who love
They become to some extent stupid
They drink poison for love knowing everything.
 

IN FACT THERE IS NONE 

There is nothing as you
All these are our beliefs
You are scared soul, wide crowd 
You - nothing remains like this
All these are general concept
You are blue water
Wave of it is for none 
In fact you is nothing
Evening of illusion with imagination
You are Arundhati, an unfertile star 
You - actually nothing
Yet I search you through the ways
You are life and death
The abundant cluster of lies.



ALL THOSE ROSES 

Those roses are not existed now
The garden to day has no flower
This is ugly like burnt green field
As if this is your heart 
Yet I walk like an insane person
Who tells to me that

There river in your front

Then a wide field, enormous green
With flower, tree, bird and ancient
All are existed so much
But the sorrow is only here 
I rushed with my last affords
String and more strongly
You remaining in the other side
Waiting for me in the crowd of many.

 

THE POISON OF LOVE 

All these frustrated lines of verses
This window of gloominess
This diary of life
Continuous noise, soil of death
May be all became very sweet
If I would in love 
How make I understand you
There is no such poison in the world
As the poison of love
Whose touch may awake us
So much fresh again.


    
SUDDENLY ON ONE DAY 

Love once came to my door

And knocked there
It told, the mist is no more
Come take my hands
Let us stand on the veranda
See, how nice
The golden sunshine is 
Then for unknown bewilderment
So many days passed
Weeds, dirt in the body
And half of the life passed
In the rotten cold corner of room  
Then none has come to call
Have not told
What I am doing here for long
There is nice morning outside 
This would be very nice if she
Would come and touched
My stone body, took me to hand
And stood with me near veranda
So golden sunshine is there 
Plays without reason alone
Like an innocent girl
May be she searches me
Where I am the gloomy man
Through years and years-- she thinks 
Then she moves from the place
Leaving a silvery restlessness.




THE ARROW OF PAINS
 
Thousands of arrow of pains
Are within me
Beyond my knowledge
Hurt skilled soft shock to me 
She has smile in the face
She wants me to see defeated
And to be sure on that
She tries to find tears in the eyes.

LIVING WITH DESIRE

I walk like a bewildered person

Bricks, woods, stones and

Some times soils all

Remains under the feet

Like a confused person I walk

Covered with red carpet

Few roads, decorated gate

My body goes without troubles

Somebody sees and somebody Not

Many things happen

In my front or out of my sight

There are some good news

But I am never satisfied

I hope the city once

Will be full of light and light

My God, Don't I be blind

On that day.

SOUND OF DEVOTED SOUL

Let my face be turned against sun

Let the light come on our back

In the lifelong lying body

The dampen duck weeds have been

Deposited in the back

Let us be turned against love

Let the neglect of it make us dried

I don't no way to move from

The hatred abundant we have in hearts

Let us stand against the humanity

They are tired of seeing our demon face

I don't understand anything good

To conceal our face from their gloomy face

Let us turn our face from the beauty

This is the best time to save the beauty

We are all ugly men in our blood.

THE DREAM OF CITY

The night that remains in the

Deep of night

This city has gone more deep

The city is now seeing dream

Movement of destitute here and there

No place to live, no help either

Groaning of the helpless child

Before the bulldozer of the

Housing companies ferocious

Continuous sound of the fire brigade

The dream of the city

Today is more colorful than ever.

ILLUSIONED TRAVELLING

I walk seeing your face

Your beautiful ace is the

Heart of sky

Floating being the moon

In the unlimited, unlimited

My face comes colorless

In the procession of crowd

Showered with moonlight

I see your face and walk

Your face is on the sky

Remaining floated as star

I appeared gloomier

In a big caravan of men

In fact I not walk now

My body is walking

All the light of my heart

Have been lost loving you

In the destination of sky.

I AM WITH NO BURDEN

Is it that I have left something?

The umbrella, mobile phone set

Or anything, small side bag

File, small shopping items

I am feeling so much light

A feeling not identified

Throughout the way I am going

In this way the noon to evening

Something embarrassing in mind

I feel in the recess of work

Practically I am very much

Conscious in the deep of mind

Leaving the suspicion alone

I walk again to my way

No, there is nothing mistake

Everything is alright

In the pocket of the shirt

Side deep pocket of the pant

Folded handkerchief

In the back pocket, all places

Yet some sense of  rustling

In the deep of the heart

What is happened to me

Why I am feeling so empty?

And again I see the account

No, nothing, everything is correct

I left the house

In the morning like this

Before knowing the wrong

I go to the weight machine

My God! The weight is less much

Than that of the last day

So less within one day!

How this can be

Then am I suffering attack

From the evil spirit

Yes! Where is my bag

That I have everyday with me

I have not taken my Tiffin bag

I have kept it to my sister

I do it very frequently.

PARTTIME KILLER

The man moves here and there

Aimless eyes having colorless

Satisfaction like the first

Surprise of the world

There is nothing, no where

Yet he is curious very much

It appears he is

In search of something.

BORN AS NEW EVERYDAY

The morning light first calls me

I awake from the sleep

This the rule and I walk like everyday

 bit monotonous the life is now

There is nothing new, usual all

I returned to the hose

The same circle again

Move through the same

Circle of life and I feel

The thing happens like this

I feel very tired and I go to sleep

But feels something yet to be done

Yet there is thing to attend

I remain sitting silently

Books, he pages of verses

When I want to make the account

I find the load of life

And the world of verses

There are new beauties in the two

The work comes to destination

This is the rule of life I know

But the verses are new

Though the life is not very arranged

Yet the verses are always come new.

THE DEER WITH BLACK EYES

The sky was cloudy hat day

Yet we the some different men

Came for the same purpose

And that was to see the animals

And find some delight there

But the animals are in the prison

We walked in a specific place

The sky on the head with its heavy

Posture being more heavy

It will be raining any time

Some of near the cage

And some are to some far

The animals are always serious

I am the man walking alone

My mind is in my family

There is no sorrow

As none comes here to get pain

We moved a lot, now to return

Some are sitting

I am also to return

But suddenly I stopped

Is it that some called me?

Somebody tells in my mind ---

The animals do not call

They have no language

-- I became trembled

Who tells in mind again and again

In these number of animals

Meanwhile raining started and

Some of us in the out gate

I am being showered alone

I have no hurry to return

Suddenly I find a black eyes deer

Walks in the area of my sight

But it has not seen me

The cage of deer I left far

Then how the deer came here

Then is it that

The deer is telling again and again

I was thinking and the deer came

In my front, so surprising shape

The darkness around was sharp

I was not able to understand

What I was seeing

I am out of fear walked to the door

And the thousands of door came

I became perplexed

This may be the posture of death

Then there is laugh in the world

But I am not afraid at all

I stop again, no way to walk

I am trembling the zoo is locked

My life is confined in the black eyes

Of the black deer, horrible

Am I in this bushy world then

Live with endless pains in mind.

"A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave." Mahatma Gandhi

SUPERNATURAL CREMATION

Give me burn

Throw black rubbish to me

Dark smoke, dark and dishonor.

Make me injured

With unethical attack serious.

Crucify me with poisonous arrow

Crossing the limit of humanitarian apology;

Bent me down the body

With abundant blood all over

Yet I shall say you

'I love, I love you' only.

ONLY ONE DECLARATION

In all the irregularities

In all the indiscipline

I have turned up

To declare only my existence

When under the earth

Destruction of atom bomb is being

Done with man terrorized on the earth

When a maiden mother

Is engaged with planned conspiracy

Of destroying life of her child

In an established nursing home

And when some spoiled young men

Are much eager on

How to get the warmness

Of the body of a damsel

In secret from all

And then I have com here

To declare my arrival in such

Immorality of men having no conscience

When the evil intellectuals of the imperialists

Make playing materials in the torn

Bed of the poor of the third world

And they are making joy

And when people unlimited are crying

To the sky and amidst the naked child

Having been with his distorted cry

And then some wild men are throwing

Fatal weapons to their face

And also some documents ill thoughts

In the broad day light

Then in such primitive barbarism

I have come here

Only to declare my right in the world.

Not even the brain of little children

Are being relieved of

In the evil policy and shrewdness

When the time is li9ke this

And in the name of global politics

And in the controlled evil education

The companions of satan are being created

And in the shed of good conduct

With false hope the net of exploitation

Are being spread, yet in such sins

I have come to declare my existence.

Some men of the society are throwing

The packet of drug in the name of peace

But in fact to destroy men in the dark of night

And even when in the hand of

Lustful debouche the innocent baby

Is not safe at a least

Then in this festive delight of hell

I have come to tell about me.

When the things are going on

With lust and affection being

A heinous aesthetic fight

Being so naked and serious

And when the mother of child

Are giving life in lonely noon

Under the devil poisonous hand

Yet in such heinous conditions

I can not hide myself any more.

My eyes become closed

When in broad day light an adolescent

Kisses suddenly a girl and with no

Hesitation he touches a blooming bud

Or in the name of friendship

A young man plunders the

Decorated chastity  of a damsel untouched

I can not then remain silent.

So my existence is to be declared

Against all brokers and cheats

Who make the disaster of men

In the name of business and stop

All against them forever like violent animals

And so I protest against the secrecy and

All deceit and unavailability

Of an autocrat and his whore.

So, I have to open my voice

I have to spit against the evil doings

Of all distinguished persons

Remaining in the university and also

To the tress passer with arms

And I need to tell, not here, not there

Or to tell the thing ought to be

And the way should be held

The enchant of a damsel, laugh of child

Shy of a girl, simplicity of an adolescent.

MEANING OF LOVE

Love means crossing the bridge

Painful throughout the day and night

Love means fear to loss

In the  heart of  large desert.

Love means talking with you

Day and night always

And to be burn in fire always

Having the untold feelings in heart.

Love means seeing dream unlimited

Love means counting days

In secret and in secrets.

Love means staring to you

Without glance of eye

Love means drawing your portrait

With the feelings of heart.

Love means sitting in road side

Under the shade of a tree

Love means to make the secret

More secret in life.

Love means always walking

On sand so hot like fire

Love means in the sleep

Telling always about her.

Love means the happiness of

Rolling on the green grass

Love means drops of sorrow

Those become frozen in all.

Love means a tired time

The poisonous burn of waiting

Love means the garland beautiful

After a lot of sorrow.

Love means bewildered spring

Long through the year

Love means the roses and flowers

And blood red foliage.

Love means making own

More and more desired

Love means forgetting all

The sorrows and pains all.

Love means the happiness

Of getting more in nothing

Love means the tune of music

And an appearance of any sorrow.

Love means the leg with wound

In abundant hot sand

Love means a soft wound

In the deepest of the heart.

Love means the nearest day

Or it is more closed

Love means budding tree

That have fruits in hidden.

Love means an impassable way

Like a hilly slope

Love means soft and hard

Glacier  and glaciers.

Love means the fall way of river

Abundant tide and tides

Love means rolling idle

In the beach of the sea.

Love means sin and virtue

The foolish concept of norms

Love means only the silliness

And all the clowning.

Love means touching hands

And talking and talking each

Love means going side by side

Only for two lives.

Love means the limitless source

Secret flow of life

Love means the maiden gold

Being amazed in delight.

Love means you and me

And there is nothing more

Love means the sweet dreams

And so fear and fear false.

Love means a forest land

Full of violent serpent

Love means a sea damsel

That kisses the beach.

Love means a deep canyon

Blowing air adverse

Love means being with hair

Unfolded in that mad wind.

Love means talking with self

And with none there

Love means tune of music

The art that does not speak.

Love means making play of ducks

In the water to them

Love means the moon of sky

The comet name Helly.

Love means forgetting always

All the past affairs

Love means drawing art

Attachment of different kinds.

Love means the bud of fruits

The sweet smell of flower

Love means the desired place

Of only you and me.

Love means river and woman

And all their enchants

Love means falling silent

The fountain of blood.

Love means a beginning

With one two and three

Love means the rhythmic dance

Sound of telling verses.

Love means two borders

And the disputes of  them

Love means procession meeting

And all scandals.

Love means sorrow and frustration

The weakness after the day

Love means a little comfort

A little exhaustion.

Love means a sleepless night

Meaningless talks and talks

Love means restlessness and

The entire sweet disturbances.

Love means a more and more

And much more than these

Love means a black damsel

Or a golden hair having.

BOTH THE SIDES

Life in practice

Walks far away from the expectation

They become step brothers

To each other of them;

I talked the existing situation

And I then returned

But found with dismay

That there is no reality.

THE DEFEATED RESOUND

None is so unfortunate

In this vast world

Who have the loves

For the river and woman.

The river flows only

And about woman

Never has she come back.

 

THE HANDS STARIGHTFORWARD

I shall come with no hesitation

A human being me In a stormy night

If you call me standing in my eye sight

I shall hide the death fear

So you don't think me coward

In fact all are same, the brave also trembles

But not tell and that is the difference

He becomes a brave man

When you call that make standing strong

Snatching me back from the age and death

I traveled the world within a moment

With my eyes like metal ball

Tell me you only

Who and who are to be moved

From the way of your proceeding

I shall remove all the thorns, killers

From the wide road of roses.

Only for once, you call me

I am with no sleep to hear call

In the life of loveless life in

Frustration and in failure

A desire at least one remain for all

Who does not have a heart?

And if the thing is like so

Then I can jump on your call

In deep dark well with endless ground

No and no, that's not right

I want only a hand of you.

A DIFFERENT PRIDE

You call me and talk then

This also a kind of pride of you

In fact you want to show mw your wideness

The area you cover, your domestic wealth

Wide veranda, the made of things

Of black hard wood

But you forget

The heart is of dark very much.

 

DELUSION

In the face of your thirst

You have thrown yourself

Never you have been down to the dew

Never you proceeded hand

To the water clear

Only you have thrown you

To your thirst endless.

ELEGY FOR A WRECKAGE CITY

In this place under this wreckage

The city one was enthusiastic

Slaves and dancers, large flower garden

Trees in rows all were here

In this place under this wreckage

The city one was excited with joy.

There were poets, philosophers

Mathematicians, astronauts, chemists

And were weavers, carpenters, masons

Lotus leaves were abundant

And also were mythical birds

Under this wreckage place here

The city was dazzling and zealous.

There were woman lack of gratification

Some were not satisfied with

Living with other wife of husband

And some had no children

Some were addicted, having drug

Throughout night came to the house

And some were attached with wife

Having been submissive to them

Hundreds of workers were there

Worked with no sound in mouth

They had dream to make grandeur city

In this place under this wreckage

The city one was so delighted.

There were hawkers so many

In the leisurely noon came

Remained talking with housewives

The guards were sleepless

Talked with self in imagination

There were thieves and worshippers

Cleaners, gatemen and cheats

There were wizard many

With the artifice hands of them

In this place under this wreckage

The city one was enthusiastic.

There were elephants and horses

Hers of boars and asses

There were many trees and branches

The birds have nests in the room corners

Talked with house men silently

Many lusting wives passed nights

With the desire to get pleasure

From their husbands, lost the hidden

Honey of the lusting body of them

In such place there was a city

Under the wreckage that was crowded.

Many men came to the city

Some of them remained forever in love

None have cried out

After how many days they have come

Everything is changed or told everything

Is remaining as before as they saw

Many have lost their own nearer persons

Dozens of men died in disaster

In such place there was a city

Under the wreckage that was delighted.

The wings of birds with dream were spread

In the mind of so many girls.

The days in number they passed

In the fear and terror surroundings.

Disaster came so many times

Like the killer sent by eternal power

Many searched out their own

In the leisure of the evening

So many have cropped the loneliness

In the heart sitting idle

So many passed their sleepless night

With love and then came to the life

Bowing heads to the defeat

In this place there was a city

That was crowded under the wreckage.

Many  lost their ways in beginning life

And then returned to own country and home

Many have their grand livings

Having grand building like palace

The had everything, cars and horses

Beautiful woman and the with

The loan of life increasing

Have gone to the point of end

Under this wreckage here

The city was once so much delighted.

Many were camouflaged being

Devoid to the existence of creator

And many have searched

Where the happiness of life

And what they got are all unknown

To them and never it will be seen

Opening the page of past life

Under this wreckage here

The city was once so much excited.

So many girls had their night passed

For love tryst in secret in much joy

The prohibited lust created tremble

Of winter in their hot body

So many beggars have shouted

And the spy in disguise came there

In search and moved day and night

Under this wreckage here

The city was once so much delighted.

So many disabled helpless and impotent

Have made them ended

Defeating to themselves

So many nights were full moon

And so many nights were deep dark

And they came to the city

So many yards were delighted

With the crowd of small

Glasses became pieces with their laughs

The learned singers had songs

With so sweet voice and so he

Earned the respect of an artist

Under this wreckage here

The city was once so much delighted.

So many were alone searched own

So many were deprived believing others

The have died with their beliefs

Many were headstrong, selfish, greedy

And many saw their naked shout

Under this wreckage here

The city was once so much delighted.

Many have chased the chastity of woman

There were many wicked in the city

And they had no norm of them

There were abundant sinners

There were sinners losing chastity of girls

So many undesired birth were there

With curse of birth in them forever

Many had love from far again and again

And that can not be possibly  counted

In this place under this wreckage

The city one was excited with joy.

Many opened the cage

Allowed the pet bird to spread wings

And that bird has never returned

To house it loves more than many things.

 

THE CAKE OF LOVE

Here you will find me

You come once and see me

My heart is so soft

Like the powder of rice

If you want

You can give their

Some drops of water of kindness

See then, how the thing

Become delicious

Within a moment

And that is called 'love'.

THE DAMSEL IS MY POEM

I make always mistake to give stop

Either small or big

If the damsel is a poem any

And one mistake such

Makes everything lost totally

The meaning becomes opposite

And this happens to me always;

So when I saw her now and then

At the turning point of road

By the side of the pond

And I was supposed to be sorry

I became enormously laughing.

THE VERSES OF DAY AND NIGHT

You my dear with no example

Tell me a lyric of night

And that is your life.

My unparallel beauty

Please tell me a lyric of day

And that is my life.

EVENING LAUGHTER

I went to you everyday

Wearing a yellow dress

I remain sitting thereafter

The day passes and evening comes

I see the white crane

In the sky with clear appearance

I see my bird walking on green grass

You are my small bird, my parrot

My sparrow in the room corner nest

And I am your grey cat

The primitive monkey

I am restless now to remain sitting

Please stare to me or

I shall jump on you and shall

Make you hurt right and

You will not tell then me

That I am a primitive monkey.

THE BAD DREAMS COME IN CROWD

The complex chemical of blood and flesh

With eternal tremble of separation in heart

You or any other on a sudden day comes;

Again and again comes to me in imagination

As if a fact not in reality

Covered with smoke unbelievable

The burden of life moves up and down

In a divided unmoving want and dismay

With will of going to somewhere

Which have no destinations

Some helpless surprise of losing way

In the desert unlimited come in my front

And the endless questions

Also come to me in crowd.

LIVING WITH PAINS

What is the sorrow in my heart?

Like the pain of giving birth of new

Sorrow like stopping breathe

Like death being drowned in water

Sorrow of losing something valuable

Sorrow of not getting not telling

Abundant sorrow, sorrow like

Drops of rain, failing to mate, loss of way

Sorrow of breaking dream and only sorrow.

Sorrow in cluster, sorrow here and there

Sorrow in strong, loose, new, old

Sorrow of different shapes

Sorrow sharp, heavy, smooth, wide like sky

Sorrow like deep of ocean, high hill

Only the sorrow and sorrow in different

And all these are for you

I lost everything with sorrow, yet sorrow

Sorrow of losing all, so sorrow

Heaps of sorrow and sorrow

And sorrow of my heart.

I SEE MY DEAR TO WALK

You are not to me if I want

Is it possible to remain like this

Without getting you to my near;

What the meaning will be

If I am without you

Is it possible think!

SPLENDOUR OF DREAM

I understand the silence of stone

Loneliness of mountain, touch of grain

But not you, what the mystery you have?

What is that illusion covers you

What is the myth I search always

It is better to have dream

Once you came to my dream

So smooth and soft your touch

Like the soft grass of the garden

Like the sound of dew your step

Just at my side you came

Kept soft your hand on my forehead

And then called me with love

So sweet the sound of call was

Like murmuring of falling leaves

Which can only be heard in heaven

I woke up and found the world

Is full of abundant light.

SOME MEN UNDER THE SHADOW OF GOD

Flash  and gone down

Some eyes with their own dazzling

A number of learned men

And God then thinks

Are they able to understand?

Some dismayed  hearts

With concealed pains

Cries without sight of others

And God then thinks

Will they be able to know?

some heads with loaded burns

Have so many thoughts

In restlessness kept lifelong

And God then thinks

Are the also able to understand?

I  WISH TO GO BUT NOT

If the sight goes suddenly

To the wide open dried heart of river

Opening the window front

Sandy bed of river like glimpse

Floats like the pieces of ice

My hearts then burns with cry

To go to that sandy bed

I wish to  whisper to you calling

Let's go to the sandy bed of river

Let's go to the water

To shingles, to the oyster ....

A primitive light coming out

From the hard stone

A beauty of bewildering hairs

Remains in touch of your neck

Being the beautiful gesture there;

Remain some wild species, scorpion

To your naval area

A number of snakes hostile

Just at the middle of your thigh

And play with their own whim

I never call you then

In such moonlit night.

PAPER BOAT

In my early age gave me

While playing and told me to leave

In the water of the summer

And you will see hoe far goes floating

And there will be abundant happiness;

I kept it to my heart

There were so many talks

In the fold of paper boat

There is no such verse of love

In the whole world

And it was heavenly ashes

Full of sorrows in heart.

ATTACMENTS

I have come from the primitive stage

And now remain with the modernity

You search me far and far

Being desirous of my attachments.

PERSONALITY

That mixes in the depth

Of existence and that

Never lost in the crowd;

That acquaintance is silent

And great with purity

Even after death

It remains dazzling forever.

IMAGE

One more name of promise

Ant that is guard of words

The satisfaction remains over

In the deep of heart

The dryness enormous.

WHIMS

The paper boat I have floated

In the water;

And that tell all

I am a child

In my youth.

MERIT

Pieces of decorated beauty

I keep at last in the fold of time

The idiot also understand the scarcity

How much the taste fascinating

Not I am of blood color

Though I am blood

Not even faded my dazzling shelter

Some tell me art gift of mysticism

My expression is silent

But make up is with sound.

BIRTH OF MEN

The wreckage of rolling

Creates a rise and fall violent

And then everything is quiet

Being a very skilled craft

Only the stair of dream

Increases in waiting

A wide cloth

Having a lots of fold there.

WOMEN

Being returned from the estuary

Remain sitting in the origin of river

With no care she asks

What's the wrong you came here?

 

THE IMAGE OF THE COUNTRY

No harm if the thing is normal

But becomes so pure

Take it to your body

With no hesitation

If the soil is of your country;

What is own country?

The expansion of time surround

The men is their country

Some cries to her and some clap

And then tell

Oh! What a nice thing, fine and fine.

GOD AND ME

Abundant thoughts in my mind

When I climb through stair

That the key of life

Is with the hands of God;

I forget myself absolutely

When I get down through the stair

And then I think me all

There is nothing even God.

BEAUTY WITH NO GOOD

Endless beauty you have

And it is unparallel and captivating

As if the dry land with beauty

Under the endless water

The same is your failure

In the humanity and love

I have pity on you

As your beauty is of no result.

 

THE RIVERSIDE SOLITARY DEADBODY

So sad! No companion with him

Helpless alone at riverside

The tide has brought him

And the ebb will take him down

To the crowd of shark.

May be he was innocent, peaceful

Lost his life for drowning boat

Or a man like animal has taken

The smell of warm blood of life

None even the nature has saved him

Not even the power, wealth abundant

May be he was not a happy man

May be his dearest left him alone

Not being able to understand him;

No. May be he was a bad man

And why then mournful to him I?

Yet he was a man

And all the bad leave the dead.

FIRMNESS

Not so easily I shall agree

That blood of cry will come

And snatch me

My dear, I tell you clearly

I shall never be down

To your will as you desire.

Not all the rivers go

To the desert

Not the deception of

Mirage takes all to destruction

I feel only for you innocent

You can't come back

To me ever in life.

DESTRUCTION IN THE CAVE OF FUTURE

Not tomorrow or late than it

I want your promise today

You touch my sweating hands

Under this hot sun enlightened

Or there will be news once more

Next day of a death sudden

In the pages of newspapers.

All the people will then

Raise pointing hands to you -

A killer (I don't want to see you convicted)

They will spit to you with hate

(This will be intolerable to you)

As I like throwing petals to you

They will take you to main jail

Under accusation of killer

(How can I tolerate? You know

Your place is in the core of my heart

And never it is a jail

But a place of unlimited peace)

You will be rotten and melted

Through decades and decades

(No. That can't be. I want to make

You survive thousand of years)

Is it possible to save you at the end

From the hands of sure destruction

That remains hidden in the cave of future.

 

BLUE LOTUS AND OTHER VERSES

We become lost not known where

Keeping the files open in office

And our bosses will not know any day.

Remember the summer one

We had been far in the an evening

We talked much meaningless

And at last seeing your hurry to return

In the evening I laughed enormously

I have never seen you so afraid.

And once we had been showered in rain

Could you remember you embraced me

For fear of fever and told

When we shall die then our tears

Like rain drops will fall to the ground

And at times will sleep being tired.

The whole winter you remained covered

With heavy clothes, but the beauty did not

Leave you and I found you once

In the midst of fogs on the way

And I had no more enchanting memory

Throughout the said whole winter

Still I remember while going through the way

I shall see your face waiting in the window

I forget the burden of polite memory

When I don't know

In the midnight I opened the book

And found the blue lotus

Remaining in the fold of pages of book.

TO MY UNKNOWN DEAR AANKHI

Aankhi is not the name of a girl

Yet she appears like a girl

To far and very far to nature

A burning incense left neglected.

Aankhi is not the name of a girl

But she is an unparallel beauty

Yet like a girl.

 

MIDNIGHT RING FROM SWEDEN

Kring kring kring  ........

Monalisa, still you are alive

With such ugly sound

Why do you remind me?

The low range competitor

Sleeps deeply with me

Encroaching my ear

Suddenly the phone from Sweden

Calls me in midnight.

 

GENTLE BREEZE WITH ODOR

With no care your slovenly hair

Comes on my face with air flapping

So near you are standing

Flower and trees are no where

Except your presence

Yet abundant scent surrounding us

I feel in my sense, no destination

And that comes touching your body

In me the wild desert with dust.

 

SEPARATE CONTROL

Obscene love covered with sweet words

Yet its tune in the deep secret feelings

In all my existence you remain unseen

Hear the music in far horizon;

Nothing to your loving eyes

Amusement is made by

Smoke of imagination

I catch to my hand the stone

Having no life and about to end

You tell only the separate plea

Keep the spring song to the pot

You take all the honeys and

Give the poison to poisonous cup

That eternal skill with bite of serpent

Search the night story lusting

You want to go before delight

And not hear the song of isolation.

WITH HATRED AND SWEAT

Just end the lust

Bowed down the insane stand

Sweats cover your body

And with hesitation I call you dear

You tell with trembling eyes with sleep

The half of the night still left

Awoke with grace skill from deep

Not the eyes dies with life hard

You move to me keep hand on me

The youth laughs with your touch

The river and pond silent out

And sounds in the deep of heart

I don't know what my hands search

In the joined midst of you

The heavenly flower there

And that is your shy land

Night not in order spreads

Endless thrust, poisonous serpents

Spread the breath of lust

Now only you and me or

The hope of attachment through life.

THE FOREST OF FRUIT: THE LEGEND

She called me to fruit forest

To hear the song of spring

A surprising restlessness attacks me

Secret lust awakes in the mind

My dear, that was the first I go with all

Still then the sun in horizon far

Gentle breeze

Fire in the sky, no cloud

Yet the fear not known

Spreads it's wing expanded

The amazing you, to whom I tell that

Feelings of satisfaction were always

In the hair, the full delight covered her

And the mind was in want again and again

Not for much time the eyes could endure

Stopped so taking near you

And then the crowd of thousand stars

And think I was not in the world

The lusting news come in silent sleep

The dirt deposited like tiredness

The neck is nice with sweat

Satisfaction brings in mind

In the light of the day I hate

The woman so negligible

In the night she becomes a flower

Under the dress she is more attractive

No recovery of emotion, no light

It's wrong to get comfort in dark

Yet the coil is skill in bind

Spreads to the back the black hair

If neglected may be emotional

But it is false she knows

Yet she starts, my dear she

With the war of delight of the body

Lemon scent comes in midnight

Air flow today is aimless

My dear is now opening dress

And now the restless play will start

I tell her to stop, come near

This eagerness is  for whom

He has the druggy night in eyes

The thrust of verse

In that the decree of peace

So early after going to the end

Why the pride be sold

Keep the peak of chest hard

Bring wizard play in back beauty

Make a strong storm in your secret

And this will be end with the breathe

I know the dance of her can't be end

The strong is never lasting to peak

If the role is played in embrace

The play expands

And the last struck is happiness

And that ends with fall.

PORTRAIT

Gloomy the face under the  wild hair

Drops of black spots with mourning tears.

The garland is nice at neck of crane

The heart hanging at the fold of chest

See the dress attaching the body

And that is below far from the navel.

The proper fold in the waist

A little twisted the hip big

That resembles the lusty woman

And enjoys body denoting love.

 

LONELY HANDS

I have searched a lot

A lonely hand, seeing the shadow

Of your touch

I have walked so far

And that when I knew

There may be some times flowers

By the side of the road

And the rose garland of a garden

Is never much shining than it

So I can throw the air of my heart

To you and shall have no hesitation.

 

SOUND OF APPRECIATION

News of condolence is published proper

The news of losing a little boy

Statistics of financial index lowering

And also the account of corruptions

Endless news of being disheartened

And also there is some achievement

But I have seen in the news today

No appreciation is written about you.

 

WHAT IS THAT TO ME

Smelling wind I can tell

What is the season, what flower blooms

But before will have to be blind and honest

What's the value of the river

That does not destroy its bank.

Don't have any disappointment to me

I shall agree to you as whole

All the blanks I shall cover with love

These world and heaven full of worse

You desire to have absolute right

So what? I shall give it to you

If the destruction of you brings tide

What that will do to me!

 

 

THE BONE

The violence I am the great poet

I destroy everything with my dart of eyes

A little disappoint of you send me to end

Burns all my bones silently and silently.

THE PLACE I DON'T KNOW

None is waiting for me

Very far they all have gone

I am sitting alone left behind

Then where will be my destination.

THE BURDEN OF LIFE

Lively breathe sounds in the forest

And I rushed to be one of them

That God  makes order to me

To leave behind the burden of life.

PROVISION

Never the river is created by spring

As that have no place of origin

All are not poets for frustration and sorrow

That must have some absolute errors.

 

KISS TO THE INSTEP

Please keep your feet forward

I shall kiss in your instep

No, nothing to be shy my dear

Not very less aggressive lover I am

I can cover all your shy and sense

With my body.

LIFELONG ADORATION

The honest and innocent all

Moves to the right way and that

Is told to me from within me.

I tell, who are you to stop

Early reply ..... the life long adoration.

THE MATERIALIST

Time has not yet made him bending

Still the sharp arrow he holds

Unearths all the matters and practices

But fails to get in the heart of woman.

DEFEATED ORNAMENTAL RINGS

Night has rushed and stopped

The lips of the dancer

Stopped the illusion of wines and grandeur

Now the place with no fear

The bangles of foot left to the floor.

 

POISONOUS KISS

You told the lust has its own taste

And I have also the same opinion

So your love like flowing river

Runs to the ocean with diverse ways.

CRYSTAL OF SORROW

Gets the image of own

Composed of so many small pieces

In the same size ever and eternal

Yet the calmed arrow with no barrier

Invaluable the wealth with delight of heaven.

 

YET I WRITE FOR LOVE

When in the midnight she comes

To my door and my existence

Knows nothing about the arrival

I call her to be wife

And she never hears me nothing

Ups and downs of heap talk so many

Irresistible want trembles in heart

And to reply it I make

Many debates whichever I think

But no affect of this silliness

Grace of body is more than verse

So many  the sharpness thigh joint clear

On the upper the beauty dances

The glimpse of flower peeps again and again

There is question of claim of whom more

Who have such diverse arts

Who is more desirous than her.

TO MY DEAR

River banks, glasses all break

And the body, sky of heart breaks

When, that I don't know -

Breaks in hundreds of pieces

Disbelieve strikes lightening

A neglected forecast not important

 

LIVING IN THE OVARY

So many men, no place is vacant

The left out land is now garden house

Like chess board soldiers

The houses are dense side by side

And the serpent red living in false house

The dark room as if a wide world

And it is living only in the ovary.

SICKNESS OF VERSES

All over the epidemic now

Death ailments have covered

The sky, air and water

Only the death in habitats

Even the breathing of men

Is silent, slow, undesirably slow

Death is sure to whom

As will come out of den

And so the respect takes

The hunting dog with greatness

And such is the scripture of luck.

 

MORTALITY IS NOT AWARD

Know thy, there is stair

To rise to the sky

And this has enumerable steps

Body of it is made of air existence

Sun light is curse for her life;

Fair design in red and blue

Very lusting attractive call of her

Silvery attachment remains in folds

Unlimited blue in up and water in below.

REMAINING IN MIND

I feel well that I remain in your feeling

Whole night in the signal of lust

Touching silvery body of the moon

And there I remain having rebirth

I want to be left out things like bed

In the morning, and remain in hidden

With lusting emotion of stare different

No shy, remains in kind thirst

I remain in eternal separation

Keeping me in the room with no hole

Keeping me lightened in merit

And thought that is endless hunger

In he deepest corner of you.

I am at the way end and at the side

Secret emotion I was in beginning

But want to come to you and

Want to remain to the highest happily

I was in born and after live I will

So near like two parts of door

The beauty of leaves is for me

And remaining behind flower

With the hurt of  spike

Remaining in pain not determined

In the isolated land like duck

Two eye lids are caught by me

Like the poems of love

Remaining on head being the lord

Fall like rain day and night

I am in tired and in rest also

Remaining as the dear book on table

Remaining the attractive one o0n you

And in soft pain in the deep

I am in hurt and hurt and in tremble

In front of all but very secret.

DRESSED WITH FLOWER

Being dressed with flower you are

In hesitation not known

Remains awaken night whole

Open the bindings of love

With innate shy become undressed

Softly keep the mouth on the chest

And then lust unlimited

So sweet smell in the love

With much neglect you give me

And getting it I the neglected person

Shout with delight and pain

The smell comes from the far

The moonlight falls from heaven

Resonance I hear in our love

As if the love making of

Thousands of men women

Whenever you stuck me with lust

I the bird with no way  so gloomy

Soft garland sounds with pause

The secret  corner of heart is

Filled in with unknown emotion

The gardener who nourishes the flower

The smiling face who has seen this

Must there be jealousy in her cool stare

The endless sky with beauty of moon

You are also lusting like her

You are delighted with resource of body

You see the attraction only

And in going feeling makes you overwhelmed.

 

REALIZATION OF BIRTH

Why I am a human being in this

World of unrest, I think some times

It was better to be a bird

I could fly to the sky unlimited

Spreading my wings beautiful

So delight could be

And then, what is the significance

Of this human birth.

I could be bird

And then

Who would be the brother

To bind the sister with thread of love

And if I would cry

Who came to me with loving hands

To wipe out tears from eyes.

THE DESTINATION

I shall go there

Where there is purity, peace undisturbed

Consolation natural, chastity in the flower

Left out after night

Love there is in the fold of petals

Love there is in the pollen

There is hope in the hurt of life

The mountain which banded to one

I shall go there

Flow of blood in the heart

Is not fluent, but with the endeavor

To survive always I shall go to a spring

All the lost, ailments and death crafts

Will survive touching its water

That which will give the relief

After bath, I shall go there

I shall go to the source

Where there is all achievements of life

There is mystery unlimited

In the silent place of peace

That makes the life dream difficult

Where there is the creator found

When staring lying on the grass

And that makes the heart overwhelmed

In the tray of life, I shall go there

Heard only the name of great

I have never seen him

But I dream with much audacity

To go to that unknown

To survive from the death and death

Lifelong the tired body of me

For which the stone waits to take

I shall go there with bare foot

I shall not see back

If you call, I shall not come

I shall go only to that purity.

THE EVIL SPIRIT OF A BURNT HOUSE

They are gossiping

The boy in up and the girl below

One, two, three, four, five .....

Grass, straw, dried leaves and branches

Cover of snail, broken glass

Iron with rust, heaves of dried leaves

Lost doll of the small girl

Dirty combs, broken bangles, ear ring

Some left behind days of women

Some memory left by men

Mid day, lonely, open sky

The serpent's left cover

Pieces of broken pots, red soil

A top, a pair of old shoes

They are gossiping

The boy in up and the girl below

Creeping body, fade button, old coin

The first blood that falls from

The body of the girl, the cover of

Dead small stones, some cracks

In the earth body, the excreta of

Earth worm and it is soil exact

Mother and father have fear endless

Searching here and there, it's nothing

The meaningless and excess

The boy and the girl

They are lying side of each

Is they are gossiping, not understood

Sharp heat, sunlight through leaves

Being arrow bending crossed

The secret of the girl, origin of boy

The cuckoo is crying some where

One, two, three, four, five ....

The trembling hands of the boy

Is on the pillow soft body of the girl

Hurt with sharp nails, blooded

Not understood whether

They are gossiping.

LOVE AND SURRENDER

 Advanced with much audacity

I shall go to you and health and peace

The greatness of silence in the fold of

Leaves of flowers graceful

Lusting will of the soft petals

I shall go the pollen

I shall go to beauty and taste

With the loving dialogues of heart

I shall go to the endless

Where the light end gradually.

If you call then only once

I shall go to the forest of Mahua

With the light of life to the waiting dark

The resource you keep concealed

Under your dress, graceful unlimited

I shall be to your open bed like sly cat

Remains to the side pillow

Soft and beautiful, polite and fierce

Any day may be that day

With the grace of our love

Covered all the beauties

Overwhelmed with the sharpness of same

In the existence of illusion nice

I shall go when the sun will be setting

At the sand hill at the bank of ocean

Your body will come out gradually

Breaking the snail cover

To my pride of lust.

MY MOTHER

Pale like fixture of dress

My mother with sad face

I remember her

Cloudy like torn bed sheet

Lifeless skin and eyes inactive

My mother is sad as my motherland

Tired for waiting to see her son

Living in the town

In the winter evening

She bows her head under

The creep of bottle gourd

And wants her son to come back

Before ending all

Her son may come to her

Oh! the gourd may live then

She waters the loving edible things

Of the garden, her son

Likes the indigenous food with fish

Nothing she tells, silent

Like a silent field

Stands to the grave of my father

With a sacred feeling

As if a prayer carpet

She will embrace with endless love

The lifeless body of the grave

Tears drop from the eyes of my mother

The tears as if from the stone

I see a silent river flowing

Under the tear of my mother

And that is the origin of my existence.

YOU ARE WITHIN YOU

Startled deer like you become back

In the balcony of my life and then yet

Delight of summer evening is not end

With no worry you keep far

From the fierce under the endless beauty

River wears the duck-weed as her own

And that makes me forbidden to cross

You become unknown within a moment

But you are known always to me

Small wind takes away the dirt

That's the way to remove your musk

And come out of shell then

And then your own is appeared

What is this style of modernism

You keep in the deepest of your heart

I have arranged stone piece many

For your greatness

But you cross them with neglect

With your own whims

I want you to see a stop sudden

And then you change you

Within you the great dear.

YOU ARE STILL A GOD

Eternity you have given

Like color of grapes to the art

Never it will be ended

Meaningless like dream of aged woman

So you cry now and then like

A sleeping child

In the kingdom of existence

And that is for all

Though the life of you out of fear

Yet sharp weapon hanging

On your head with curse

So ugly the silliness of you

But you remain good one

In the crowd with no hesitation

But when your mind

Crosses the line of body

Then it flies like a nomadic bird

Or your body crosses the limit

Of sin and virtue with no care

In fact you are an old rat

And so wicked also

So the girls enumerable know

The wizard snake hidden in your hand

Or you are an autocrat serious

In the secret kingdom

Of your lovers and obedient

In fact the whole thing is bad

As you are still the creator.

DISTRIBUTION

Give for me and take for you

Let it be divided between two

What is the benefit to keep

Hidden in endless resource.

 

DETERMINATION

Never I shall keep my love to anybody

I had been near so long now to leave

Thousand will be happy if not I am

Never they will forbid me to go

So I shall go, but don't know

What shall I get if I go forever.

 

ANALYSIS OF PRIDE

Not alone, near the dears of you

A sincere servant to keep the arrow

Carefully thrown by you to hurt

Also remains a piece of cheese

Some fresh rose, small candle ....

Now I am really fresh

Near the cup of cold water

In this evening of no worry with you

I want to tell with courage

Now my eyes are obedient to me

And the heart, controlled steps

Not frequently cross the line

Dispute or love   everything

Density of love mixes

In the border line of domesticity

Whichever it is defeat or win

Nomad thoughts find own resort

The strong river sometimes

Becomes still with tiredness

Remaining near the soft soil

You remain to your pride

With simple shame of

Not knowing correct explanation

Being covered in total with

Your silly thoughts and false pride.

THE PLAY OF DESTROYING PAPERS

Let's go. We have talked a lot

A different dark

As if an abstract night plays vehemently

Are you waiting?

But no time I have. I shall go

The hands of my dear is remaining

At the door step

So far none gets the heaven

Having impure love

Then why the sin

Is most discussed?

Fear? That's the old idea

I am modern

Then where the ancient man

Keeps hide him?

The colored drawing of eyebrow

Wipes out with kiss

Yet the emotional passion

Increases in the mind of her more

Now the distortion of paper

Come to me, we shall start play

And these days of hard

This will be our enchanting living.

 

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little

and to endure much-------- William Hazlitt

THE EXISTENCE

Now the life is night to me

Dark of neglect in spot and spot

Yet the hope of light

In the dark of night, the hard play

Error in love, endless wait

And that's different attachment.

NO REST I COULD FIND

Take me to you

I am alone and alone so far

Alone continuously I am

You take me to you.

The days are now enemy to me

And the night also

I am alone and seriously alone

All the dears to me by my side

Are all meaningless to me

Being fun leaving attachment.

Only me is the valuable

The good or bad whichever

Are all belonging to you

You only have the light

of uneven color.

THE SECRET ATTACHMENT

Smelling the body of air

Roaming all sides independent

I could rightly understand

Shameless it entered your room also

With no knowledge to others.

And then traveled all the corners

Have the soft fragrance of lust

Informed be willingly to my all sense

That right the time is now.

I am being ashamed inform you

Keeping me behind the endless shame

That hunger arises in me

Thirst, age, ailing and death

May be something more

Any close appeal has caught me.

I wish to rush myself

Removing the crowd of men

Under the open wide sun

Keep your ear to the wall of chest

Secret lust is violent in me.

SLAVE

No hesitation, write my name

Through all the landscape

Of your upper wear

Write on the body of your dress

Write in all wears

In places of your body

I am only for you

I am your slave always.

Attack me with your lust

Open the spring of honey

I shall be sitting on your feet

And I shall drink that

With my trembling two hands

Seeing spot of your whip

On the palm of my hands.

DREAM

If the evening comes again

Then the dance reckless with

Peacock shall be in moonlight night

I shall drag me out of body

And shall hand over to your hands.

If any drop of water clean then falls

From the eyes of you

And I have not seen it

Then know you the restless woman

My lust will remain with you always

Being the unsighted spell of illusion.

ANXIETY

I wanted your love

And so though there is no star

In the sky in this midnight

A star rightly dazzles

In the deep of my mind

Dear, all the turmoil is stopped now

In the body of dead

At the far killing space

The insects is no more

In the procession of the mourn

You, why don't you tell it good

I hate all the worse

I am anxious for the good

In all my existence.

SOLUTION

Let us two sit together

Let us give some name to all these

All these madness

I call you meaningless now and then

Let it be with your name

Or by any sign or hint

Or if anything happens to you

Then a solution is necessary.

DECISION

Let all the debate be left aside

We have done and it is enough

It will be foolish now to stop

And continuation is also of oppression.

We are the doctor for our recovery

And we are the disease

For all of our disaster.

IF YOU TELL

If you tell

Then let me be a timber

You make your shelter there

With penetration of nails

On my chest

And then live there for decades

When afterward you will die

Make the container of dead body

With my timber.

PREPARATION

To tell you that

I want to love you

Is much a shame now to me

And also not that

I am afraid at the time to tell.

Is there any decision to you?

If so then it will be better

A solution of our indecision

Will be solved then.

I have a decision meanwhile

I shall you one day my desire.

May be it is in a moonlit night

You told me once

In a an indifferent time

The mind remains ready to accept.

My fear is the main

And all the logic is of no use

Will you tell me 'no' or 'yes'?

I shall not be alarmed

I have heard this before

But with the voice of others.

UNUSUAL ACCIDENT

 have you opened

The deepest corner of heart

Withdrawn strong guard of all

If not it is like this

Then how the fragrant smell

Comes floating to me

Why the night is so anxious

Why the world is intoxicated.

 

LIVING WITH NO DISCPLINE

End is now the aesthetic adoration

Now the time to make the life easy

Let wake up leaving the dust of feather

Should I catch your hands a little?

No love. Nearness, may be the assurance

I don't know. May be none of these

May be the adornment of life ever

I was attached in bewilderment so long

When the illusion goes

Like the darkness of night

I saw enumerable dried snail

I wanted to see it broken

How much life is in me.

 

THE DEEPEST DARK

So near we remain

Yet burning whole night

Different spring comes to take far

I became the killer

With the decoration of sin

Yet the deepest dark of continent

Surrounds me yet then.

DAUGHTER OF A WASHERMAN

Hi, the beautiful damsel

Daughter of a washerman so lovely

I shall give sign of love on your forehead

You will wear a white bangle.

Lyric in your body with rhythmic tremble

As if the dance in abstract beat of song

So lustful the luxurious symbol

Does any king had have any day?

Two arms of you are so lustful

The breast is under undisciplined wear

As if a tree bowed with load of apples

Thighs are smooth plain branches

The face is a very delighted morning

The thin waist deep navel spotted

Heavy buttocks becomes tide

With an unknown move

That makes sleepless the hopeless

The darkest heap of hairs

So beautiful though not arranged

You talk slowly

And that is like honey of the heaven

Fragrant smell comes after enjoyment

In the air and sides of shelter

New doors comes out

From your trembling lips.

I see from far the bewilderment

And the youth left from your body

I forget you are not to me

I forget whichever I have.

Heavenly dance in your eyes

That dazzles and lighted

I am called again and again

I do not know who is diamond

And who is only a piece of glass.

THE BEAUTY OF OBLIGATION

How can I accept that defame

I shall be fit to a girl

Under obligation of marriage

Shefali, you tell me

You are here and that is beauty of heaven

The sorrow of unlimited kindness.

Not that it is false if I tell

A it to be a gift without love

Dried garland of flower undesired

Made by priest for selfish God

To pass idle time

At the end of auspicious moment.

If this is the desire of heart

Then it is oppression of self

How much can it be hidden

With innocent lie.

This is our then the desired heaven

Everyday a funeral of a dead body.

You remain in the door step of need

I remain devoted for kindness to peak

Apparently with my foolishness.

Then why this pretension of being good

Everyday, every night every evening

Decaying slowly in small piece

Like ice block, like salt powder

And this is our lifelong failure.

DESIRE

Want to cover you by carpet of body

Small plate like body of you

Covered with green grass

The unseen smell hidden in the body

I want to suck with tremble of all veins.

Your dark cave is covered

With growing gentle black heap

Like the part of hill wide with grass

Great pride to be loss there.

Lively glass over eyes two pieces

Like white moon raised in point of eyes

Or in the body of shoe

Attached with foot

As if a lustful touch.

I shall not throw you far

I shall not make the hairs unarranged

The wealth of your chest

Hanging for time lapse of time

I shall not see overturned

With my trembling hands

Only in the lonely endless night

I shall keep my thirsty face

With my highest peak of delight.

Where it is? Where?

Only to the river of your romance.

THE CEREMONY UNLIMITED

When the ceremony is end

All return, some with thirst

And some quench thirst after going.

Some become jealous

For not getting the desired

And take to the bed for fear of lapse

Remains without sleep for last.

Everything they see

Might be all are not true

Some men might then remain sitting

With broken parts, timber and others

They have never any shame.

And then with never ending thought

Gives the eternal kiss

In the sea of sorrow

With defeated tiredness.

Neon light get off tired

Luxury light wipes out with lively beauty.

Some goes to fiancé

Touching the end of the line

To the soft bed of night.

Numerous bubbles grow

Near the sense of them

As if the sudden greatness of diamond

Flames and out and where goes

To the  hot bed of lust.

Remaining for long in the sleep

The silence of night awakes

Knowing it

And then covers with black curtain

In our endless waiting.

THE PORTRAIT OF A DEFEATED MAN

No pocket is safe enough

To keep retails of currency

May be it will be lost and that

To be understood when account will fail

Keeping head on the soft pillow

Lie down on the bed decorated

Having a walk in the unearthed evening

And the load of my own body

Appears to be tired for lust

I wish to be hanged like a bat

In the soft thread kept in your waist

Day and night- night and day

Want to be nomad with the limitless

Pains of my own body.

Where shall I keep you?

Is it your own house, and then

Some will take you now and then.

No way to keep near me

Your body is like sugar

It will be dissolved any moment

Where shall I keep you!

Where shall I keep you

With my wish of no lust but safe

My attachment is under shade

Of a defeated man.

BLIND, DEAF AND ILLOGICAL

Wrong way selected I when in love

And now find rubbish a lot

In my two foots

Remaining only the grandeur

Of a matured person, but no fruit

And seeing this blood of cry

Losses light of my two eyes

And makes the day and night misty

I was blind, deaf and had no logic

Wanted to take the world in hands

Like a stupid animals illogical

And that slowly prohibited

The human crafts in me

My whole body and mind was attacked

Being a complex ailments of lust

The quench of thirst

Only gave me the recovery for a moment;

Morning pray never brings any peace

Your call was so charming

I thought myself to be thanked

Seeing spit of you like moon light white

Tried whole night to get smell of your

Secret joint like bull

And came out like a stupid in the morning

No carefulness have touched me yet.

Now I think your eyes two meaningless

And the dirt has accumulated

In the fold of your white neck sides. 

IMPRACTICAL TRUE

When I woke up from illusion

I saw the sleep is now in sleep

An impractical crown is left unarranged

The sound of escaped foot I hear

So far in that true position

Walk away like unknown light

In the spaces of trees in rows.

Gloomy all doubts sitting I see

And the whole night

All ailments sitting in throbs

Only the flapping of wings of

Matured pigeons and all the

Doctors are busy to

Recover the head pains of death

I see the laughing face of men

In the funeral procession to be done

The mourn of men floats

Those were in them for long

Not only in the poles

But in the habitats also the deception

I see this after a long time first

Sitting through the peaks of temple

Being in disguise of saint

With white hair disbelief bowing in pray

Oh! No ill fate is found any where

And I wanted to be gloomy

But see this in my funeral melody.

TO YOU MY DEAR

An abstract senseless in the sense

An unlimited traditional mourn

In the quarrel of laughter.

An illusive gloominess of

The world of imagination.

An abstract and soft tune.

The left out uneasy air

So surrounds the unknown pain

Right the same flow of tears faded

Meaninglessly covers the beauty

Of soul without humane thinking

Having no connection of any.

Knowing the howl of dog can spread

Fear in the midnight, the sense

Of security remains in the Confidence

Of consciousness. When the hands of

Skilled artist's trembles

Then may be understood the error

Remains in waiting with the naked

Luxury of serpents. Water flow comes

Leaking the platform of

Helpless uncareful soul in illusion

For the

BEATEN MISSION

Either there is sound of flute

Or not. It is not a condition

In the in the price of love;

I agree the luxury of will

Having no dishonor

You will see me remaining

With much comfort.

LOVE OF  NOMAD

None accepts the love of nomad

None wants to walk in the desert

One is restless

And another is having no surety

One with no belief

Other is plant with thorn

And me is the nomad of desert

It's not unusual that you will flee!

Don't think me having nothing

At least a sword is with me

That remains in guard

When I am in sleep

Nothing can be exchanged with it.

Some travels to the ocean untiring

There is fear of death being drowned

And also there is adventure

But risk will have to be taken

If wanted anything.

One will take resort of other

When there is no happiness in house

So the love of damsel of the heaven

Lighted the lamp by nights

In decades in the corner of the world.

 

MEETING ON THE PEAK AND THE ICE WITH BLOOD

All over there is lovers

Now the inner joint of damsel

Not even smelt by the stupid

Yet the aggressive hands with lust

Knowing all goes to them.

An attractive thing it is

And the priest also knows

So in search of dead body

He travels by night

I think of you like that

Want a cohabit in the peak

And the ice red with blood.

SILVERY FISH AND THIGH OF YOU

None is less than others in appeal

Getting peak satisfies the taste

Brings shameless delight

With sweet attachment

And it floats to the highest

With the delight of conjugation.

TASTE OF SALTY WATER

You the dearest knowledge beyond touch

Be attached with blood, flesh or ovary

You know whichever the name I call

Let it be very neglected one or two.

THE FIRST HURT

So many days before

Difficult now to remember again

The mother's chiding, red eyes of father

Who tells that

Those do not make boy clever.

ARRANGEMENT

A nice bed you have decorated

So big, thousands can be laying

Enumerable slaves

Will eat bitter

Full of container.

THE MEANINGLESS TALK

Enchanting the beauty

Full of innate grace

Bowed down creeps as if

With load of breast

The naked ups and down

You see have touched you

And so much talks with no hesitation.

ABSTRACT

The tune of violin

With all over your body

That burns the abstract origin

Of your existence

At the end of ears I search

The flying hair falls.

THE MODERN SAINT

The anguish will burnt me

And I want that pain

Have kindness to me

The lover of Romeo

May be I shall not be similar

To him, yet not I am neglected

AI am a saint of the present.

THE RIDDLE OF HEAVEN

What you have in left hand?

What in the right hand you have?

No answer could be given

In fact there is nothing.

THE OFFENCE NOT DETERMINED

Some do not read verses

They are not offended

With crime any.

Who will bear the loss ---

The verses or they?

Can not be determined.

THE TIME, MASS OF SMOKE

One who remaining sitting in front

In the midst of mystery

Being camouflaged as the great;

One who has gone back

Had the unlimited fraud

And that was his gift.

TOWARDS THE ROBBER

Keep the complexity of killing

Far from you

And make a world of thought

For happiness unlimited;

So your sacred script

Is written in the words

Of killing in numbers.

DAUGHTER, WIFE, MOTHER

The same is the appearance

The same is the woman

But the way inside different

The different in trade.

PRAYER FOR PLEASURE

Only want to get I

And only two rooms far

May be I shall get

The body-shelter

Is remaining is remaining left.

THE HAVING NO ATTACHMENT

The only want in me

To go far flying and only flying

To the sky in far

As if a kite without rope.

A CIVILITY FOR ONE

I remain in far

And know thy that is my goodness

That's my civility

Better to avoid the man unwanted

The in heart surrender

And the number of talks.

WHILE ON THE DESERT

So much sand and sand

Each of the piece as if

The time, unlimited time;

We can be sucked by them

With their breathe I believe

But let your ear alive and hear

So many noises are there.

SECURED IN THE POST BOX

All of my love

Abundant of letters

With all signs of stop

Belief of my attachment

Has made them locked

And secured to the post box.

WHEN AN UNKNOWN STATION

Not I have thought at the first

And then I feel -

I am to her back

Or she is to my behind

May be all of these are false.

 

A BLUE BUTTON AND YOUR IMAGE

I have only two resources

And these are the resort

To my helpless consolation;

The shade of time

Or the destruction of time

Who will win

I don't know

SPIT TO THE DEXTERITY

Press me on my thigh

Touch my secret pain

With your loving hands

I am defeated all the times

And so I conceal

All my desire.

IN YOUR SMALL YARD

We played a lot

But not hurried to go home

Seeing these all

None can be beyond worry;

Then I remain a prisoner

Throughout my life

In your small yard.

SHARMILY IN THE EVENING WIND

I had seen you first

Yes it was the first look

You told me your name

And this was Sharmily

Am I wrong

Or why with a small touch

All the roses I see

Will be white fresh Lily.

 

AFTER THE FIRST LOVE

Not any smell of flower, no

Give me more drinks in my glass

More and more as I want.

Let the violin tune be stopped

So undesired melody

Let another one be tuned.

  

FIRST CALL

Wide open sky and wide beach

We shall bath at that beach

You will have your primitive dress

And lots of fly will be humming

Near my ears.

I HAVE FORGIVEN THEM

They were so ill thinking

They thought me to be weak

So useless tree ever seen

Neither have any flower

Or nor any of fruits.

LYING IN GRAVEYARD

Nothing to be afraid

Not only me

Or not only you;

We have our companions

The sky, air, water

And even the land under foot

Being so sacred.

MY RETURN FROM TRAVEL

It was aimless

I am speaking about the travel

At least this was your opinion

But no reply from me

I am thinking

Whose curse was this.

FOR MY FIRST LOVE

I thought keep with splendid

And the memory also will keep

It in their minaret never

To be destroyed;

All these were wrong

I think after lapse of

Many time

It gives only the pains.

THOUGHT FOR YOU

I never told her to be

More precious, more than

Things like bricks, wood and stones

Much more demanded

Much more arranged

Than house one arranged more

And in my dependency

My new accounts and that has been

Opened in the register of bank.

THE GLASS AND DARKS OTHER

In this clean city in a little dark

Of palace with thousand of glasses

Lives hidden where not known

But have a grant of safety

How it is hidden

Can't be understood by me?

AFTER THE CAVE PERIOD

A long time before

May be millions of years before

All were right and

That is proved

The complexity of archaeology

Is now beyond confusion;

When I thought silently

I see in me the man of

Cave period in this civilization.

GRASS FIELD 

In very lonely place

The impression of your foot

Is remaining unlimited

My heart still finds it

When I am in dream

If the days before

Which were beautiful

I could fine again for me

I could be ended to your love

Leaving everything behind.

RESTLESS SPACE

In the upper floor

Catching your waist

Remaining hanging

Enchanting decoration of her

In the number of flower tubs

My small chest

Becomes delighted

Touching your foots

And that gives me

Endless pleasant in my life.

LETTER FROM NETHERLANDS

My friend, you remembered

After a long time

Living in a far country

Netherlands is its name

And you have written a letter

Life is very nice, abundant all

The love is only of high cost

And he has written

Everything is nice there.

THE WAY I KNOW

No complaint ever from you

Though walk on your chest

Everyday being hot in summer

And distress in rain

Yet near ones have you

All returns to home in deep night

And I am your brother the passerby.

 

THE RETURN

Goes to far floating the vessel

And return some day must

If no danger attacks

But the leaving love is lost

Its image to the endless destination

And burns and burns forever.

 

THE LOVE IN THE WEST

Aggressive is her breast

Bewildered with lust

With small desire your thought

Is aimless remaining far from truth

I can not

And how shall I make you know

Only the own is big

And everything is false

Why they are not like us?

SLEEP

When I am tired

She takes me to her

As if unseen hands of dear

Takes me to her

Who sleeps in peace

In the morning and night.

CRYING OF SOUL IN THE CAVITY OF SILENCE

Very harsh are my all sounds

In the silent world

As if a plate of metal

Rings like jangling

When falls it from hands

As if a declaration of own subjugation

In a competition having

No competitor at all

The explosion in the own room corner

Sounds double then like

Own record player old

Or gurgling sound of pet cat

Or an operating machine in factory

And then breathing of a baby

Becomes hissing of python large

Then scouring feather of bird

Or a sweet love talk to husband new

Sound of falling leave dry

Or walking a bird at nearby garden

Or an ugly sound of owl

All can be heard clea,r and

Walking of pedestrians at side road

Feather fluttering of bat

On coconut tree, or nagging sound

Of night pissing boy

Or sound of a cock at side house

Comes to the ear more

Than the sound of Ajan of devotee;

So surprisingly the breathe of own

Appears to be unknown

Terribly unknown I become

When self criticism done proper.

THE SOLDIER WITH NO SOUND

In the funeral procession

The man can not go walking

And this is his irony of fate

Can't express mourn, no self defend

The farce death bring this silence

And that makes him comparable

With all the idiots going

And he gets removed like

Disposable garbage of the earth

In fact no grandeur remains in death

May be so it so glamorous.

THE DREAM AND DREAM ONLY

I shall not be wild, no angry

If you tell me killer

Rather I shall divide world

With the weapons in my hands

Will be cave? Let it be

We two shall enter

On lighting the love

The dark will be bride drawing

See then, we shall have own

New kingdom of own

To live in happy and sorrow

And we shall cultivate new land

If you are sorry

I shall enlighten the love burner

And you will laugh

Will be started the destruction.

WHEN WILL BE NECESSARY

Only two walks in the same way

None stares to other

Day and night throughout

Walks so many in the road of city

None cares for them

One of them having new dresses

Age of twenty, stares right and left

Again and again and

Finds aggressive body of young girl

Here and there, and other one

Having age fifty, body under dirty dress

Sees nothing of it

Suddenly enters with bent down head

To a red light area

And lost then with crowd of beauty.

ILLUSION

Sometimes love some one

And stones also loves sometimes

Or a dead man

Comes back to the world like him

And comes to me sometimes.

KNOWLEDGE IN LATE

Not understood it will turn like this

I thought to be polite, but not

With decoration and dresses

But I was with for so long time

As if she is a cat with bloat chick

Remaining in my hanging bag

But I saw now a hooded serpent

Remaining in my brain

What a farce at this end of time

I have no way to go out of the stage.

THE FATHER OF DEFORMED DEAD BODY

The whole town is covered

With unseen cloud over

Only a boy is its silent observer

He has a sunglass on eyes unseen

I am trembling with high fever

Within the sleep and illusion

No bed in the hospital I have

The young man was to go to water girl

But he lost his foot by rogue vehicle

And provided end with cries of all

Though an absolute silence all sides

In far day and night

One is biting with hammer rightly

Frustrated mother crowded the city

For malnutrition of growing girls

So easy the poison to take

Just forwarding the hands a little

Yet none wrights that the

Revolt and false has been accumulated

Throughout the night

And that contains proud of vulgar

Lots of children by the side of way

And the procession of bent down lost man

To push to the damaged civilization

And all the profit are looted

By the father of deformed dead body.

A BORN BLIND KILLER

The great poets writing and writing

Revolution, and I am great in my

Alphabets of palm leaves

The secret makers of the deprived life

Moves with all courage again and again

In the surrounding afraid of me

In all the poems of love

Sunil is tired in search of love

And in the story of a young man

Having taste of lips of damsel

Being revolutionary suddenly

Or the things unnecessary

Feeling the shape of them valuable

With the soft will of being deprived

In this comfortable bed

With no identification of it

The abstract city dancer in love

Or a king of drama in the stage

I remain in illusion alone in silence

With the story of losing way of a boy

The ways of city have no address

Suddenly mix with unknown one

Properly and I remain sit

With luxury of dream as if

In the container a born blind.

PAINS NEGLECTED

A cup of tea, a cigarette

And work throughout whole day

This is my life

You tell and I hear

And some other also tell

The next new day forgetting all

Either arranged or not arranged

All are mixed in one

A small feeling of fever

Doctor, check-up and then alright

Or may be little pain some where

GODDESS

My deity, will you give food grain

I am endlessly hungry within me

I shall give you plenty of flowers

Remember I am such a poet.

COME BACK

The new words of my verses not written

Come in my heart being air of summer

Come in enchanting enlightened stars

Come in with the reddish color of sun set

In endless silence of the of the morning

Come in with hand in hands side by side

Come again and again being profuse spring

Come in high heat and in practicality

Call the golden crops coming step by step

Being wet with due in foot

Come crossing the mist of winter

Enlightening the flame blazing forever

Come running the secret blue

Stay throughout the night on the head

And touch me with your bluish hands.

SOME LINES FOR ABBAS

I am lying know it with peace

Not be allowed the traitor to come near

All the accounts are with her

None considers me for any accounts

IS SEPARATION LESSEN IMPORTANCE

Time is aimless vessel now

All I see are opposite

The powerful lover never stops

Is it now that separation

Makes importance less?

LOOK OF THE BODY

A known boy came once at a time

To take me far- at distance

He snatched my stare and told -

You see so clear the sky is today

So green are the grasses

And grandeur procession of light

You throw out your silence

You are beautiful in the beauty

And more beauty that you are great

Let's go to the deep blue of the sky

In the oasis with unlimited thirst

In enchanting mystery of ancient world

Before the fire spread to life

Don't be afraid

My hand is not of any primitive animal

No thorns there, remains attraction

With silent surrender you can catch

With no sound you can touch

The grill of my neck, I have no denial

Water abundant is flowing in the deep

Of earth, more water of river there are

In the ocean of love

You can put off your cover

Remove your humane resistance

Have the silky wear of love

My sage, we shall be far from here

At a distance where sun plays with light

In the folds of branches of tree

Where the green is hidden always

Trembles with cold enormously

Abundant early, adolescent, youth

Remains at each turning point of road

Where in the soft dark of night

The woman removes her dress

Makes the body open with no shame

The primitiveness of the body

Is an abstract art, and fall is sacred flow

I shall go to her with your hand

My dear fiancé of me

Is hall take all the beauty of your body

All the sweet grace aggressively.

LOVING VERSES FOR MY FINANCE -1

Dear with illusive eyes

I express my delight with dance

With abundant happiness of mind

Keeping my thirsty eyes to you eyes

I tell again and again to see the blue sky

You tell only, so ancient!

Yet I tell, here you songs of bird

And you tell, what a horrible!

What is happened to you?

No attention to beauty

Have you desire for lust?

Endless delight I see then in your eyes

Why you are like this?

Is it possible to have lust with classic dance

Yet remains all to helpless world

Duel dance happened in two bodies

Keeping composition of classic dance.

LOVING VERSES FOR MY FINANCE -2

One I saw to earn spring

And this was strong burn in the heart

Playing with sorrow

The toxic memory of post mortem

In the dead body of unbearable blue beauty

Yet some have love

One become mad loving other

The dreams become colorless

In each maiden night

The blind poet Homer

Comes to the door and tells

With voice tired "Light to the blind"

Come the denied lovers in groups

Covering body with

White mist of last day

No complaints, having no answer

None becomes an aimless person for love

All become the dogs of reproduction

Comes hurriedly and went away

An electrical movement, but easy

Only a man remain sitting

He is a poet

He had talk with an enchanting damsel

He can remember it still.

 

UNDER THE SHADOW OF SATAN

Had it bell my dear ferocious wizard

To be sunk in the deep of hell

Crossing the  bridge of world with

Heat of animality like blooded child

Torning the root of the life

With my unlimited luster

To fulfill all hungers or thirst

Like soft body of worm.

You the sinner lover you see me

How ugly I have become

Loving you again and again, again

Man becomes god loving a deity

And becomes a Satan loving a wizard

I have got only the perversion

Keeping my mouth to your flowing

Poisonous spring unlimited

I am full stomach with

Milk like death drink

Sucking your poisonous breast

And thus I have become a hell

Destroyed being and being perverted

You are not yet satisfied

With the hidden resources of body

And I am trembling with aggressive luster

With the desire of being insect there

And that it is a form of coconut leaf

Under the shadow of Satan.

UNETHICAL LAUGHTER

Unethical laughter in your body

What is that!

Burn in parts, atonement many smalls

Restless moving to be lost floating

Again and again like nomadic cloud

Keeping all at the horizon

As if a red kite with torn thread

All the lusting men and women

Are in perversion with abnormal pose

Remaining in bath with sweat of

Their bodies, and in their sore of lust

Keeping mouth takes all the pus

The melted lava to their contents.

And my shadow is in that crowd

Being so tired searching you

Not so easy to be safe from false.

WEALTH NOT EARNED

Keep your breast to foot

And come, stand in my front

I want to see how much your resource

Can make standing with bowing head

The greatness all you have

Are all containing for decades

In your breast with taste

Come like a sword out of the cover

With no hesitation under the sun light

What it will be more

If you leave behind the odor fine

Mixed with your blood lifelong

If that makes open the indecent

Difference of two bodies

I know you will loss your lifelong mystery

Of deposit in your chest for decades like algae

The illusive men will be crying now and then

You will loss the position of deity, high stand

You will be a normal creature in the water

But the resource that makes a meaningless

Existence of you, and that goes away

Like the rain of hot summer

In the practicality of high heat pinching

How could you be lusting staring to it?

I never told you

To make expanded the life a little

Decorated from your wealth surrounding

Only having a decreasing capital

How much days you will keep

Your aesthetic art of your existence?

Only once you think now and then

The beauty which goes in only three springs

How much greatness it will give to you?

The honey hunter bees moving round you

I warn not to be amazed with their praise

Abandon thinking them very great

Thy know, they will go away

When your limited store will be end.

THE PEDESTRIANS OF TIME

Who are you the pedestrian of time

Sitting here thinking unnecessary

Some tell, not very small

The greatness to the men neglected

From the heart of dark

You have brought the spring for thirst

Human hot blood fell decades

The odor is mixed in blood

None has told him meaningless worm

For the life of man

To wipe out the pains of birth

You passed days and night with horrible

Sweat and uneasy simultaneously

You the reactive and sophistication

Yet not stared back, only saw

Untired gardener from the creeps of time

Sat deep secret being bee

In the body of flowers

And then lot days have passed

Like this with no tire no peace

Some has lighten in far remains sitting

As if the endless time of wait have passed

Many days before

Yet you are with no glance, not tired

Decorated with dresses with such rudeness

In such heave of hair Crowley

You have not known even

You have also understood the taste

Of desired thing in this world

The existence of sweet in the butter.

The why you became a brave

Pedestrian in the way of time

And returned with poison

Being a silly social creature.

FRAUD

The daily lies get a gentleman shape

In the purity of telling style

The opposite side is disappointed

With the skilled fraud.

Try to find temporary peace

In the chest of universal peace

Yet there are flapping wings of bird

Once and twice and for thirdly

And the strong pains, unbearable torture

The taste of winning the life

Is in the sharp paws of the pigeons

Admitting this to be normal a group

Of woodpecker started to bite the guava

In the tired and gloomy noon

Yet there is no limit of contents

Only the undesired taste of the evening end

Bears the witness of the same.