Realization

I burn my soul with desire

I shriek out the miseries of my heart

But here saves your peace this dense cloud of ignorance

And on my existence this realization dart-

As my voice reach out all mute

My love is just a corpse to you.

A Dress

A dress of memory wears a self

Embroidered with smiles, rugged with sadness

Altered a times to bring out the best shape,

Holed by the times that transgressed to forgetness.

Hemmed down also for a numbered times

So hides the bares of beneath

Until the day it needs to be peeled

To walk naked, into the nothing ahead!

New Year

This New Year with the new rays of sun
How would you treat you sorrow?
Build a catacomb or excavate out some…?

With an hour of hope approaching
How would you react to an alteration?
With ebb of pessimism or with abundant orthodoxy…?

With the heap of past days ruling your mind
How you decide to spend new ones?
Planting a laugh on your face or burying some fear inside…?

With the blessings of the power above
What would you do to your own self?
Achieve and explore or complaint with stubborn…?

And while terminating the commencing year
Would you want your heart be filled with
Remorse and regret or replenished cheer…?

So here with the start of New Year
Know that it is your choice that matter
…make it worse…or make it better…?

And Now I Say Goodbye

As you go

I stand near the window, away from your gaze,

Staring over the length of sky

And wish you Goodbye

In my own way, in my own self

Such and so you won't even know

That someone somewhere is thinking of you

Writing of you in a verse of hers

Which may or may not die;

Being sure of it not reaching

To you or your realization of recognizing

Your own self

In the designing of its alphabets.

Only if the God wishes you bad

May your heart reveal to you

That has been deliberately kept from your eyes.

Towards The Peaks Of Joy

Gusty waves of wind doth blow

Through em-browned lands of days to go

Carrying leaves' yellowed state

That shows some breath in them remain

And there at height some new born charms

Carols of life they enchant

Higher above a raven fly

In the seas of the sky

Touching the joyous peaks of child

Running along the river's side.

Away

In the palms of white a ray of black does shine

Where a small cloud emerge out in a clear day sky

Some birds run to the depths of heights while

Some with the trees themselves bind.

But here lay an old dog with a broken leg

Watching how the time swims by the day

Unnoticed remains it till the day drops

And together with sun it closes its eye.

On the other side of the land flows a sea

A boat, through which, sails free

Away from those birds and that old dog on shore

It sailed and sailed making the water crease.