Eternal Curves of my Poems

Dear –
Everything around me
Was moving –
I was writing !
Scores of lines –
Edited – to hide something.
Decorated and making it presentable.

But Tomorrow,
When I will move –
I am silent –
And my pen.

I wish –
This silence is not me –
Or its only me!
I still don’t know.
Resilent –
Seeing the play –
Of life.

Wish to narrate every thing –
That searched the petals –
Swimming the ocean of tears.

In all these-
Dear – Seems –
I have lost my pen –
Hands trembling.

Wish – If you can –
Dip the pen – In rainbow colours.
Hold my hands
Sit beside me !
And let me write.

See on the paper –
The scribbles over it.
That’s me.
Love that like ever.

Beyond our bodies –
Beyond the time –
Beyond me and you.

Let me write –
Everything –
That’s me –
Eternal curves of my Poems – you love.
Like Ever.


When a child is to born,
Everyone awaits outside,
To cheer up .

Inside –
The Mother cries-
In a room – isolated.
Of pain – immense.

The womb ruptured after,
Nine months of attachment,
Those days she have felt –
Each moment the foetus,
Safe and growing.
She loved it.

Then it comes –
The moment of detachment,
A new relation will be born
And she will be the mother.
But she cries of pain.

Every birth demands-
A pain – immense.
Only the Mothers do feel.

May be its the transition..
May be..
May be..
Only she knows.

The Friend Forever !

Do you hear the sounds,
At the distance – the twitters.
Can you decipher the meanings-
The flipping wings says something !

Do you feel the rhythm in you,
Of those dancing bodies.
Do you feel the sync,
Of the vibration of the souls.

Can you see the light of – a blink,
On the old woman’s face.
Can you see the pains in,
The natural smile of a slum boy?

Do you follow the dreams –
Of some other’s eyes too.
Do you read the pains –
Hidden in your friend’s smile.

Do you shed few tears,
When you don’t understand,
Why do I return late ?
When time seemed long.

Come, hold my hand.
Feel the warmth,
Sitting silent together –
You are my friend
forever .

The eternal dreams

Closing my eyes –
I wish to live with –
My dreams –
They are true –
In themselves.

Along with my soul –
They will be with me,
Till my last sleep.
When you wouldn’t say –
“Wake up”.

Let me sleep.
For a while –
If you can,
Wherever you are,
Close your eyes too,
And please share,
Along with me –
The eternal dreams.


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When it rained in night

One moonlit night,
Clouds played,
Hide and seek,
With the moon,
Around her face.

And it rained outside,
Within the trees,
Where we stood,
After running again,
Hands in hands.

Lost in the forest,
In the rain,
Where there was fire –
That never spreads-
To burn the leaves,
But to sooth the souls.
With the warmth of love.

Wind was silent,
So do the birds,
Silent were the tree leaves,
All were hearing –
The dripping water
In the pond, falling drops –
From the pine grooves.

But in the thunders,
All the sound seemed lost,
somewhere in darkness,
And we felt our entity,
Hands held together.


I do think,
How you may look,
How do you write,
How do you talk,
How do you walk,
How do you smile ?
And when you are sad,
How do you cry ?

I stop thinking,
Why did I think –
That you do ever cry.
Did I want to see you cry?
No – but I know.
Yeah I know, you do cry,
Alone in dark, sometimes.

Some times –
I think –
Are you crazy,
Just like me,
Less or more.

Sometimes –
I do imagine –
Do you think,
The Same –
Sometimes !

Morning Lights

Again in morning, the sky will glow,
After the silent wee hours,
East, there will be sunrise in the snow.

In sunrise, the freezing ice will melt,
After the wake-up nights, on cheeks –
The warmth of stream will be felt.

In those streams, her feelings will flow,
And on horizon, where sky meets the earth,
The golden stream will glow.

On the hill’s curves, daily Orchids will bloom,
And say – “Even for few days, we grow to cheers,
One day, shed ornaments, we sleep to gloom.”

And to near the hill’s springs.
As you will walk, in the still dark forest,
May you hear, the birds will sing.

Every morning you will hear, after dark night,
The words of the hill’s birds-
“The vast darkness always gives way to light.”

A perfect man !

Like ever before –
Again today morning,
I wake up –
To walk again,
On the road.

Whole day,
I tried hard,
To make it new,
To write a lesson new,
As I prayed.
Throwing my bad veil,
Cleaning what ever inside.

I try hard,
To throw some smile,
To wipe some tears,
To share the weight.

All the struggle,
Continues till the dusk,
Trying hard to know unknown,
Working hard to make a place,
Some where a bit to stand.
Pretending to be –
A perfect Man !

In the struggle,
Like some warrior,
I get tired bad,
Enough tired –
To just fell on –
The bed.

But eyes open,
Till late night –
Open eyes – I do sleep.
Like a worrier,
Who lost the battle.

May a morning –
Comes once again.
And I try again,
To be a –
A perfect man !

Best Continental Breads

Dear, today you are away,
And I have to prepare breads four.

Really, tonight I am hungry,
Its past ten and minutes few more.

Let me try it today,
Earlier I knew it, its as duty of your.

As you told on phone,
I took the right quantity of flour.

In the flour, I tried to sprinkle water
But by mistake, I did poured More.

Its full sticky dear.
Ah! I have to add flour much more.

Thanks, you can’t see it,
Or your could have teased for sure.

With same love of palms.
Carefully I did knead the flour,

Now I have to flat them round,
But roller dances this way or around.

None bread turned as round,
No symmetry in them I did found.

While baking, they did stick on pan,
Bring a nonstick pan please, when you return.

My some bread looked India,
Some Australia, and Africa I did found.

These are continental breads dear,
Don’t shed the tears, if crazy do I sound.

Because today I can announce,
In your absence, world’s best chef I have found.

(Disclaimer : Poet is a bachelor 🙂 )

Tears of Violet Bulbs

My eyes were wet.
I was thinking deep,
Whatever I was doing,
I was not willing to do.

My lips were tight shut.
My eyes were really wet.
I knew what I was doing,
There was no other option.

I tried to wipe my eyes,
I tried to stop my emotions,
I tried my best, to all extent,
I hate tears coming out.

But tears came out –
It flown on my cheeks,
Some even touched lips.
None could help me.

Its neither love nor hate,
It’s just a pain of mine,
I was slicing Onions nine.
I was chopping them fine.