A nearly lost soul
Found a hole
In the rainbow
Far in the sky
Made by an arrow
Shot from a bow
So unsure
Yet So pure
Will you take him in your arms
To let him cross
The sea so turbulent
Young that he is
Searching a path
Unknowingly harsh
Uncertain and thorny for sure
Hold his hand
Feeble as you are
Let us help him cross this river
He had not planned
To cross but has no choice
Let him make us way
Young that he is
Unsure of future
But wanting to grow
In this world
That I and you did not design
For lost souls
But we will let these kids
Paint the sky
In all the colours we can try
Snatch floor a rainbow in the sky
Rainbow in the sky
well is deep, water is drying, fold your roots, they are crying
well is deep, water is drying,
fold your roots, they are crying
dont ask for more
time to drench the drying branches
who knows, what is going to go green
and what will just be vying
for your attention
and a moment
not worth ever a mention
dont use the calculus of concern
it better be dry
well is deep
tired steps
when steps are tired
when stretched street can not expand further
the road has to diverge
cross roads cannot keep
track of all the vehicles passing by
not all the people have gone somewhere
many are circling the roundabout
in search of their own shadows
Nonsense poems
Nonsense poems
Vibrance of the meadows
Mindlessness of the fences
Bridges don’t know
The road really grow
As if distances have been delivered
By the pregnancy of patient lakes
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Hilarious heather
Indifferent weather
Why not take leave
Of senses so conscious
Get lost
Don’t post
Addresses on the letters
Lest these are read
Always as meant
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Over flowing wine
Cringing creepers
Snatch smiles from faces thine
Don’t strip
The mirrors are shy
The banality of life
Who will collect the torn tears
In the aftermath of a fountain
Gone berserk
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Green sea, blue sky
Violent snares
Petulant promises
Oozing impatience
Smooches of sighs
Why worry too much
Intimacies are in decline
When prices of promises rise
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why do we not forget the wrinkles in the drapes
why dont we forget the wrinkles
in the drapes
made by the knots
tied for long,
very long time
lest the light does not feel
unwelcome
or obstructed
but then light hasnt waited for its passage to be cleared
it emanates from within, when there is darkness outside
is there a darkness outside
dont draw the unburnt coals out of fire
while stoking the fire
in the wintry night
why take out the unburnt coal pieces out
is it that they make generate a lot of of smoke
or you are saving these for another
lonely night
when snow would not make fire
too easy to burn
or is it that you dont feel cold any more
the waves have tossed the reflections away
when the sun bid adieu,
to the boats in the harbour,
the call of waves
did not deter
reflections to illuminate the way
of the boats which
had, it seemed
lost their way
if only the rain will spare my drapes
if only rain will spare
my drapes
and not moisten these
making breeze cool
in a humd, dry, hot night
cool breeze will revive
all the old pains
and then no reminder will be needed
for memories
to intrude
unannounced
again
why did tears moisten the sky
why did tears moisten the sky
why do we have to
borrow the rays reflected from the hung drops
on the leaf tip
will the drop fall
reflections call
the clouds to relay
the message
of a fallen star
will they,
will they
Hinges were about to collude
While Warding off
A storm
Pushing into my room
I heard a loud scream
The wind was complaining
To the window pan
Why was it coming in the way
Hinges were about to
collude
With the wind
When wisdom prevailed
I left the room
Much against the wishes of the storm
But the storm now stays
Inside