SUPERNATURAL CREMATION (poems)

"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.

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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.

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.