Be the flower

Are you lost in the
garden of hope,
I think there is a rose
outside with love and a scope.

Don’t be a flower
who lives in yesterday,
be the one who breathes
like everyday.

You have got all the
amenities you require,
look how beautiful you
are as love gets you for hire.

Not just those grasses
are dancing with joy,
you see your the faith
for that blind boy.

You are auspicious
as to the almighty god,
the creator of universe
and everything abroard.

How could not they understand
your never ending worth,
without you its just the damp
and sand on this earth.

A letter to love

I was holding a piece of
paper to write about you,
I checked the verses and
those muse but couldn’t get any clue.

the pen became the quill
as the words were about love,
what is to write about someone
who is beyond everything and above.

I did never lost even in those
evenings they talk about,
moon has got a gloom
but you, I do doubt.

while you crossed those
bridges beneath river,
the water went into mirror
as the smith to its silver.

the every rays of sun
is the shine on your face,
you are the silence between
all those chaotic space.

What is it about you
that I can write,
tell me had ever anyone got the chance
to describe the sun and its bright.

Conversation with ocean

What is the story about your
tides that rises and falls,
or do they play with those
sands as the evening calls.

I think the children love
when those tides touch their feet,
as the sun comes everyday for
the birds to greet.

along those sands
damp and brown,
during twilight the fishermen
are hastening for town.

as the darkness get settles
over the roofs and walls,
the sea is disappearing
as the the shine of moon calls.

Cymbeline

This is to the princess
of love who went to war,
just like a moth trying
to reach the star.

The battle for love
was like changing seasons,
like the cold storms and
dizzy rains in summer with no reasons.

I still wonder what courage you
got to fight so far,
or you knew that love was
to infinity and the war.

how did you trust again to
someone does not trust you,
or what is like the sun loving
those morning dew.

what a beautiful language
of love you spoke,
loving him unknowingly
with a heart that can be broke.

The dawn

The sun is ready to settle
here falls the wings of night,
like the feathers wafted downwards
from the birds in their flight.

the fading light of sun
vanishes into the city lights,
as sun is releasing the rays
in the darkness with all it rights.

the villages have start getting dimmed
gleam of the clouds are getting mist,
looking sun behind the oceans
the children in the fields can’t resist.

Women are returning with the
pots filled with water,
speaking about the stories
that moon has taught her.

I listen to the music
of birds and those temple bell,
gardeners in the garden
feeling it with the rose and their smell.

The night filling with the music
of the sparkling insects,
the dawn has brought a lot
to feel with beautiful aspects.

Over the water

Over the water in midnight
I was standing over bridge,
thinking about stars and
gazing those ridge.

how often does the
moon shines over here,
why did I missed and
what was the fear.

like those water rushing
among the wooden piers,
I was drowned in the flood
of thoughts that gave me tears.

how beautiful it is
to watch these rivers,
the flowers beside them
and the happiness they deliver.

I wounder how many have
passed over the reflections,
but lost in there own heart
and their affections.

how could they miss watching
the moon over the water,
like the children playing
in the woods for those flaughter.

The flower that loves night

I see you everyday from my window,
how beautiful it is to feel your shadow.

Do you not love the sun,
or this gloom has a different fun.

I believe you have fallen in love with those stars,
so is the reason you do shine with all sparks.

neither bee nor sun, how do you grow,
or you are too sacred of the crow.

I think you are also in love with the gloom,
and so has your beauty its own bloom.

I pity the sun and their flower,
because they are missing the moon and its shower

If I was the cloud

I wonder lying on my couch,
what does it makes the birds grouch.

do not they love the heights of mountain,
or watching those fishing bird crane.

I feel what it would be to live in those cloud,
you can see all at once the whole crowd.

do they not watch the daffodils beneath the trees,
fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

the rising waves and their dance,
they can see all at a glance.

if I was the cloud my heart with pleasures fill,
I could take the chance and dance with those daffodil.

The Moon

Like the roads lying on the earth,
the passage of light has its own worth.

Do you see those ladies shining there,
you won’t look to the sky as why you would care.

the roads to the village like the surface waning,
children in the fields watching the sun tanning.

the wind and fields are dancing together,
is the arrival of dawn the reason of their gather.

Clouds are arranging like a sand dune,
In murky east I’m seeing the rising moon.

The summer

I was heading neglecting
the fragrance of flowers,
but I couldn’t ignore those
bees buzzing as showers.

In the pond I saw
a lotus blooming,
why did I notice while I came
ignoring the entire glooming.

I do not know my
mind was straying,
instead I saw those
butterflies playing.

I saw the happy sun
above more warmer,
the vague fragrance helped
me realizing the early summer.