Ozy(wo)mandias......... (a little effort to imitate)

Saw a crowd on the city roadside.

People said: a little girl with a bamboo stick

Swinging in the air, on the rope, between the poles

Well balanced, performing for the day.

Her father selling their hunger and poverty,

Staged to earn the lifeless thing called “money”,

Hoping to be showered at the end,

but not by everybody.

"Her name is Ozy(wo)mandias,

the Queen of Poverty- Look upon Her struggles,

ye Mighty, and despair!” But nothing remains,

round the deserted crowd

whose hands and hearts are bare enough.

Rain Drops

Miles and Miles

Travelled- I

wanting to

differ others

Falling

on your head

sliding into

your breath

tasting

your lips

and staying

forever in

your little heart.

Or least

I want to melt

my whole

on your

transperent body

drawing

stripes on you

'a love stripes'

Empty Heart

We fly like

the winter flies

Under the

Bright sun,

in the

warm eve.

Leaving no

clues for people

to track our

Independence

of today,

Hoping

the day after

will remain same as now.

Chatting

Fighting

Gossiping

Grousing.

We get tired,

We get bored,

We get irritate,

We get Joy.

In everything

For everything.

We feel satisfied.

and wanting

nothing in the world

But

Why our hearts feel empty?

At the end of the Day.

Grouse

Love is innocent.
Dont give it a role
and grouse.
When it lacks the same.

Introspection

Am I?
Did I?
Is It?

I Don't know...!
May be I am......?

Why cant I?...
It is because of you....
Isn't it?

No....
Im sorry!

Hmm..
I can't...
I won't...

Nee-e-d a bit -of
"Rea-li-sa-tion"

Ah- a- a
Give me -Give me
S o m e
TIME..........??!!----

Rescue/d

In the sea of err's

I sank

Some came

To save my life

Holding and

Dragging me out of it

But fearing a Huge wave

I Slipped

and went back

Thank God

Atleast they are safe

haiku

Moon shines
in Dark- with me
you

Mobile

I hold you

As I wish. . . .

I press you- with

Love and Hate

Your colour changes

and directs, when i do.

Your public display

gets privatized

But i doubt...!?

Whether

I holding you

or held by you

Paper

If I leave you blank
I am impotent...

If I write something- then
You are no more virgin...

So, I put you somewhere.
In the middle of-
Impotency and Non-Virginity

A New Identity...!

Body

Every'body'
screwed their Mother
Harder than their Father
Pain and bliss at one time.

Then Every'body'
With there sense
Became Holy and Evil
But i cant find-
one out of them

Is it possible to go back?
To my mothers womb
And stay forever- wont
They call me a 'Parasite'

Then
If any'body' can
Do take me to a place
Where there is peace

Left Alone

"What is this Life. . . . . .

We have no time to stand and stare. . . . ."

Well said, thinkers of those days. But it is unnoticed people of these days, forgot even to stand (relax) and to stare (the natures beauty), the world is "Mechanized". I find people running for nothing, throwing each other. On busy roads, abusive words. Wine shop fight where anybody can join. In market bargaining, etc. People enjoy quarrel, otherwise they feel dead.

On the other hand in luxurious place none will be there to make noise. The world seems computerized. Automatic doors, Elevators, Lifts etc. When you enter such place LED screen welcomes you, the signboards directs you to different sections, then you will be left alone to choose what you want 'the choices are open but not the taste'. Gone those days, where the shop owner welcomes the customer with smile which makes them comfortable. There smile guarantees their products, soon he will become your neighbour who knows your need.

You wanted to get out from that place, but before you leave someone will ask your mobile number, not a word more. You may feel happy that there are people who can speak (at least). You leave the place with not so much interest of coming again . And you'll receive an SMS which says "Thank You for Visiting Us... Do Visit Again"

Now it is your choice to choose "The world of Noise" or " The world of Silence"...!!!

Lilliput

A Lilliput
Down from
Heavens land

Chats with me.
Found I- Her
Sweet little Heart.

It is empty,
Like her
Dimple cheek.

Blushing
With innocence,
And Love.

No more worry
In my Life,
Where I met
A pal to share.

My Angel

Golden stalks
Spreaded over her
Tender body

Climbing and
Reclimbing everywhere

Her feet were
Not "Bound"
But still fits
cindrellas sandal

Oh!

Her sparkling eyes
Pushing and pulling
Me into troubles

Her voice
Rhythms amd Rhymes
Unto my soul
Filling bliss

Is she
My Little Angel,
A Friend or
A Fiend??

Leisure

I spared my time,
To wonder-
How Beautiful you are?

So high in the sky.

Smiling at me-
I felt my heart throbbing.

You made every night yours
Ruling the dark with light.

The stars may guide
to the place of Lord.
But you lead the Lord,
unto my soul.

The clouds captures you sometime,
And I believe, You are-
Safe in my arms.

Love

The Dark Clouds
Moved fast- I saw.
Wiping the dust on Moons’ face.

The stars twinkled,
A glory raised surround.

You and I stood close,
Holding hands together,
Heads raised and felt
“The Love”

When breeze
Grazed our soul.

Dreams

I’ll come
In your Dreams
My Darling.

Not to Hug you,
Or to Kiss,
Not to Sing,
Or to Dance,
Not to Surprise you,
Or to give Shock,
Not to say Hai,
Or to say Good Bye,

But just to say
“I MISS YOU A LOT”

You are not so far
From my thoughts
But don’t know why
My heart makes empty war.

I kept my Heart awake,
Don’t hesitate to say,
What you wish to
And let my soul to rest.

Solitude

My thoughts
Wandering
Here and there
Rejoicing- Your
Presence in Absence.

The Blank sheet
Gets written

By

The Sun set,
The breeze,
Bird’s chirrups,
Strangers glance,

Oh!
It lacks Rhyming.

Let me read
For you
‘THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART’
May Rhyme with yours.

Train Journey

It is Cloudy
Both
Inside and Outside.

Everything is still,
I’m waiting for
Something to happen.

Only mobile phones
Are making
Noise.

A child
Sucks his Milk
And sleeping- In Peace.

But I
Expecting Violence,
To get Myself Engaged.

Some chats
In group- where
I am Alienated

And it started
Raining- But
Still I feel Thirsty.

My Journey

Through the Dark
I saw my EGO
And i was afraid.

Tried and lit the candle
There I found
Myself wounded.

My soul bleeds,
When no one is there
With me.

My journey
Starts here
'The Quest for Peace'.

Sleeping Beauty

The stars are twinkling.
Some fall, down to earth
to kiss you.

The moon showered its love,
Leaving me- alone.

In this heap of silence
When my sleeping beauty
Smiles in her dream.

I envy the mosquito
which bites her cheek.
The lights are put off.

But still my eyes are longing for you.
Can’t you hear
my song, which
is dying to be poetic on you.

Lusty Kiss

Lusty kiss
Is that you gave?
Filled with bliss
I took it very safe.

Death in my arms
For which you longed.
Will it harm?
My rest lifelong.

Shed your tears.
Molded with fear.
You my dear
What is unclear?

Nothing we did wrong.
To repent very strong.
Is that devil with horn?
Hurting like a thorn.

The moon, coming from the west.
Will ask to build our nest.
From there we start our quest.
And make our soul to rest.