Stamp of my love

Patience is not my weapon.

A new poem

A lady...

I would come...

I would never come back

To you

When the nights are scary

The weather is chill

The time is too long...

But love

To maintain a distant

To keep silent myself

And wait

Until the blood 

In my veins...freezed.

Look like as you are

Survival with destiny

Yes, of course
We survive
In the hands of nature,
Beauty is always pleasure
It's necessary? Nopes,
What's the power
To scale everything? Nothing,
Is there words to make
All thing clear? Nowhere,
So I started
To make myself good
Beyond the judging,
Seeking success
After taking a dose of happiness,
Why should I wait for
To sing in spring
While I feel happy
Dancing with autumn leaves.

Would you come to love?

I'm your beloved
Wanna see your flame
Throughout the night
On snow-dappled sight
My lascivious eyes
Wander to and fro
Where my voice roams alone
Would you love to climb
And be my very own,
Against the life's storm.

For the sake of

Pain is painful
Or the birth was pleasure...
The underwent circumstances
In my very own..
The month of September
Rude phenomenon
And worst time
Its were...
Lots of miseries
Are looking
For the regain
Of happy October.

Unheard echoes

In the silence
The whisper echoed
It was unheard
But the strings of pain
Revealed the agony
And peeped anxiously
Radiance in dripping eyes.

Suffer of leaf

Every leaf is drowsy
But the wind is yet to blow
Never leaves its place
In spite of low and high speed
Dust covers to it
With blowing air,
The tiny palm of raindrop
Claps with it,
Even storm also comes to it
But it never goes to anywhere
It only falls
....................
Fall to die.

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Love ever nurtured

Two dry leaves

From a dead tree

Fell down,

I buried it

In the core

Of my heart...

The depth

Reveals the love,

Nurtured

In the arms

Of the shadow

Below that tree.

I'm genuinely

Walking to the future

In the ecliptic soul

To rejuvenate

Myself.

A promise to my ownself

Happiness in vertical

Falling down

Pain in horizontal

Accelerating continue.

The earth is taking

Whole the burden

On itself

Somewhere shallow

Somewhere deep

Now the promise

I'll keep

Of never-ending

Pace of myself

Whether

Sometime in happiness

Sometime in grief.

Pain...

Pain acidified me

And the rain

Battered ferociously

In response.

Fence line

My dog never traveled

The fence line of the house

He had ever patience

To live at the same place

For years...

We lived together and enjoyed

The family of nine persons

With kith and kin

Including him.

But one day

The venomous hand of nature

Grabbed the throat

Of happy life....

The dog is still there

We all traveled the fence line.

Who is here to love..

Who left the particles of ashes

To filter the pain,

While the eyes are getting

Wriggling curiosity

The invisible hand reflecting

Upon the face of mist

Lips has no utterance

The lullaby from aches heart

Is disclosing the secret of love.

Who is here

To love fire

On the chariot of flame.

Lullaby of raindrops

The day is looking for farewell,
The night is ready to cheer,
The peaceful surrounding
Is here in lingerie,
I tucked the curtain aside
Raindrops fall in my window
Its all are arousing my sensuality
I keep myself on window pane
Eyes are fix at dancing drops
Every drop is tickling in lullaby.

..Mistaken

No sperm was there
To fertilise an egg
I'm a mistaken child
But
A child of good deed.
I developed
Visionary thoughts
After discovering
My myopia....

A messege by plant

A tin shaded verandah
In my out house
Enfolded with greenery,
Which looks like traffic light
Always delivers the message
To move forward
Toward the life
Toward the hope
How the plants look like
Static but dynamic
Its never move but grow
Till the end of the life,
Bear every season
Either it is fall or blossom.

Wavelength

Shattered soul,

Broken pieces of heart,

Nothing is favorable

But yet

The space and the galaxy

Prone to visible.

The bonding of sun

With the earth

Is endless

Blue doves in the sky

Are looking

For the traveling

And standing waves

To fix the wavelength.

Good night message

The true love is
When you say
Good night
To someone
And still wait
For reply
Whole the night.
The course of true love
Never did run smooth.

Perversity

Who killed the birds of joy
Through the swords
To escape the truth
Hidden against the flickers,
Miracle would lay
The destiny' young ones.
Let him go over the heights
From a fissure in earth wall,
The muse is for flowers of cactus
In the end of year, after December
To suck the venomous red color
Swirling into veins.

Soaring fantasies

A burning fierce sun
Looks like a monotonous tale
A tiny dot in cloudy sky
Disappears soon after
Leaves a scar on bosom.
The little balanced drops of water
Are wish to make all clear and green
Witnessing the things
What they hold inside.
They live in soaring fantasies
Seemingly unattainable inspiration
To awaken inner stillness.
It's not only a feeling of change
But accept the presence of dark.

Never-ending morning

The real clock, it is
On the wrist of the time
A token of today's suffer,
It starts with the day
But moves round the clock,
It lives in the circles,
A symbol of beginning
A symbol of zeal.
It floats through dim light,
It floats through hazy outline
It floats through whole the life,
With a never-ending morning.

No reunion

I'm smitten
By the portrait
In my eyes
Which is yours.
Looking for
Beginning of all good
In a new morning
Holding on your thoughts
On balcony
Having a cup of tea,
Now it's my life.
No complaint, no reunion,
I look the vase,
Thrown by you
And use to smile.

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Balcony wish

I'll never say to stay
In five-star
But any hillside
Gazing spread horizon,
Yellow sunshine
Peeping from there
The sky is pouring
The glory,
I would stay here
Holding your hand for hours.

No gift from you
But have to grab
Something in your eyes,
For a new day,
Filled with the fire
In the soul and
The calmness of the
Magical surface
Which wished for
In balcony Last night.

My survival

When the gilded sun would outlive
The power of my words
I would be no more to feel
Due to the oblivious enmity.

Half sunk air in visage of atmosphere
Would be remain here
Lonely but many trees would peep into
My survival which is no more.