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.

Decoding the Heart: A Psychological Lens on Indian Love Stories

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