NAME OF THE BOOK- SUBTLE CREATIONS

AUTHOR- KASIS SHAW

YOU ARE STILL THERE

I wish I could separate emotions from memories,

I wish I could separate feelings from tears,

Black and white is the most liked combination,

In the same way, you and I complete each other.

Without you I am no less than 'raw cold piece of meat',

The dazzling colours of rainbow are actually one,

Unless and until they pass through a prism,

The sunshine is too dull without the sparkle,

Darkness is nothing without the touch of oblivion and trepidation,

Happiness is partial without laughter or smiles.

Air is so soothing in your presence,

Waters feels so cold when you are with me,

Fire seems less burning with your subtle touch,

Ice is less frozen when I am in your arms.

Maybe now you are not with me anymore physically,

But recollections are enough to remind me of you,

Your kisses, hugs and warmth are always with me,

Your eyes still carry waves of affection,

Which sink in the sea of love,

Your heart still beats and is anxious to meet me.

Oh dear! maybe I could forget you,

But the tunes of guitar you played for me,

Will linger in my heart forever.

My soul longs to meet you but I know,

You are like the air around me,

Surrounding me and giving me a tight hug,

You are the voice of my heart,

You are my heart, my soul, my love.

A LONELY NIGHT
The shining light of moon,

Bathes the night in tune.

It is lonely and deep,

My love is faraway, fast asleep.

I sing lovely songs for thee,

I pray for thy happiness,

I write long letters for thou to see

I long for thy caress.

Mine heart, oh my dear love

Blossoms with rose petal and mauve.

Mine lips are stained with wine.

Mine hands want to hold thee like vine.

Mine soul lingers in ecstasy of poise.

Mine ears yearn for the sound of thy voice.

I need thee to survive in the darkest of nights

I need thee to live, as the star needs its lights.

CHRISHMAS ENDEARMENT

The jiggling sound of bells,

Mingled up in the air,

Is like 'soothing music';

Of an orchestra,

Beautiful and glorious sunshine,

Is everywhere knocking the doors.

Love and affection,

Is floating like the dust,

In the smiles and glitter,

Present on the faces -

Filled with cherishment,

After receiving the gifts,

From the loved ones.

The legendary ballad,

About Santa and the winter nights,

Is repeated again and again.

Infront of children and adults,

To remind them about the,

Divine power of universe,

Larking in the minds of everyone,

In the form of prayers in churches,

And decorations in houses.

The Christmas tree and lights,

Are alive once again.

The Christmas carol songs are back again,

Reminiscing in the soul.

The trivial art of unseen creators,

Are back once again like a dazzling shower,

In the merchandise of paradise,

Of Earth located in everyone's heart.

At last, the' turn of the phrase',

Changed into a blessing,

Calling 'MERRY CHRISTMAS '

to each and everyone.

The appellation to 'Jesus' birthday,

Feels so overwhelming and nice,

To every human heart on this globe,

In the form of most pervading waves,

Of decency and compassion,

And laughter and happiness.

A festival of joy,

Celebrated by all,

Irrespective of the caste and religion,

Humanitarianism is in its full glory,

To promote peace and merriment.

YOU

Walking along the starlight,

Tracing the moonlight,

Finding a way through the skylight,

To get the image of this universe in you.

Finding the sunlight,

Looking for fire in your eyes,

In your soul, in your heart.

I have to cross innumerable hurdles,

To reach you,

But I am not afraid,

As I know the path,

Which I am following blinded by love,

You are there to save me from ill omens;

You are my destiny.

Loving the sky in blue,

Waiting for the stars to glow,

Falling for the heart you broke,

Running through the path you created,

To reach you and read you,

Like a book I never thought of reading again.

To my amazement I have never been so rigid,

To fix my thought in this way,

About the world I love and care,

Finally, there's a reason,

For the stars to shine,

Dark or blind, rich or kind,

To embrace the world God created

For you and me.

I want to travel like winds to touch thee,

I want to scatter like sunlight to reach thee,

I want to burn like fire to hold thee,

I need to runaway to love thee.

You are my guiding star,

You are my destiny.

APOCALYPSE

Infront of the world,

She wears an earnest mask,

Which hides her ocean-deep feelings,

Eyes shimmer with passion,

They are indefeasible and fervent.

She is a terrific woman,

Full of spunk and spirit,

She is robust and invincible,

Her strength is like Phoenix,

It's hard to demolish her spark,

Her existence is unquenchable,

Diamond has multiple facets,

Every human has varied faces-

The one in front of the society,

The other before the close ones,

But the real one is obscure.

She is not a femme fatale,

She is not even joie de vivre,

She fights her demons bravely,

Deep inside she is wounded,

Her wounds exhibit colossal bield,

Her scars are deep-rooted,

Her charisma is arcane and inscrutable.

Behind the mask there is a person,

Who is exuberant and vigorous,

Love can heal her profound cicatrices,

Compassion can strengthen her ardent desire,

Care can comprehend the lost trust,

It's hard to cherish the indomitable spirit,

Enshrouded by a glutinous mask.

MY WRITING JOURNEY

My mind remains engrossed with thoughts,

I bleed my ink and the paper is stained,

The words float inside my head,

And I drift into a lyrical ocean,

Emotions flow in rhymical waves,

The paper is drenched with melodious songs,

The words depict my intense emotions,

And stories narrate incidents of my life.

Writing is the medicine to my exasperated soul,

The igniting fire of pain and frustration,

Burns me in flames,

The cold words of passion,

Acts like a coolant to the inflaming desire,

I engrave words of compassion,

For the weeping eyes.

The witty books and faerie pens,

Never leave me alone,

The magical bond of paper and pen,

Enchanted the mind with creativity.

The pen and paper,

Is like blood and heart,

I need both to survive,

Through writing I explore the world,

With enthusiasm and find happiness.

I write to inspire millions;

Words are my weapons,

To fight all my evils,

I remain lost in the world of words,

And weave out fascinating dichotomies,

I have learnt to love myself,

And spread love through mesmerising words.

A DREADFUL DREAM

Everyday I sleep at night,

I see a horrible and terrible dream,

Which makes my body shiver with fear,

The reckless nights take away my sleep,

And burn me into ashes.

I see myself standing infront of a house,

Which looks haunted, perilous and old,

I am standing standstill gazing at it,

The darkness surrounds me like a sinister,

My heart is palpitating and my nerves burst,

My eyes shed tears and blood,

I can't move nor escape,

My hands are motionless,

And my legs are frozen in the oblivion of darkness.

The house was a castle in the past,

Where a king killed his wife out of lust and whimsical desire,

The sound of groaning can be heard,

The spirit of the king is captivated in the castle forever,

And he kills his wife brutally everyday,

My body is crippled and my brain is distorted,

The wild branches of the tree,

Transcends in the dark,

To grasp my legs and lesion it.

My soul can't tolerate the excruciating noises,

The thundering clouds and dusky sky,

The unfathomable winds and flickering lights,

The nature remains unglorified,

I am standing amidst the castle;

Suddenly I am awakened by a thud sound,

I wonder am I alive or dead?

THE LAST NIGHT

Night begins when twilight of mind extinguishes,

Night begins when there is no hope, no aspirations, no desire,

But only 'apocryphal ' is not enough,

To describe the essence of darkness of night.

The hopes and desires of an individual,

Are suppressed in the dilemma of contemplative knowledge of Almighty,

Life is full of obstacles and voracious objects,

Are surrounding us like a 'sinister of parishioners'.

The significance of nights is incomplete,

Without the screams and noises,

Of cats attacked by dogs,

Who cannot stop humping.

The love and compassion are burnt in the flames of anger and fear,

Of those 'apotosaures' who cannot stop hunting.

For the first and the last time,

I am despised and my body is motionless,

I close my eyes in the hope,

Of a being free from these clutching hands,

The rooms seem captivating to me,

My tears have frozen and my body is intoxicated,

With hemlock and I can't scream, my throat is choked,

And my body has become a subject of subjugation,

I can't stop those people,

But I will fight till my last breath.

After night day comes,

And it comes with a ray of hope and humanity in soul,

The sunshine destroys all the avarice and pain,

Hidden within the annular part of 'darkness of night'.

The last night is seen,

When the crowd will break the sinister wall,

Created by demons and a web of Victorian optimism is formed,

Where humans are connected,

By the bonds of humanitarianism,

Instead of any religion or creed.

The dwindled night,

Shatters on the floor,

And breaks into pieces,

Losing its entire glory,

The perspective of mankind,

Is revealed just in a second,

Through the pervasive rays of goodness and saccharine love,

Moulded in the shape of beautiful creatures living in the world,

Peacefully, happily and cheerfully,

The last night now only come in the dreams of oblivion.

HOW DO I LOVE THOU

How do I love thou?

Till my last breath;

How do I love thou?

Leaving all my wealth;

I want to get wet with thee in the rain,

I want to shed tears with thee in pain,

I can smell the faint scent of thy presence,

I can hear thy stories with reverence.

How do I love thou?

Thy world weaves words of love in my mind,

I forget my grief in thine happiness,

I burn my illusions in the illumination of thy joy;

The sweetness of thine music,

Is incomplete without thy love;

Singest of spring songs hast no essence,

Without the touch of thou love.

SMALL WALK IN THE GARDEN

I was walking in the garden,

Tracing the sunlight with my hand,

A sweet-scented fragrance surrounded me,

And filled my heart with saccharine love.

There were sweet-smelling flowers all around,

The air in the garden smelled like honey,

The roses, orchids, sunflowers and lavenders were dancing immaculately,

In the presence of fascinating winds.

The trees were enshrouded with fruits,

Honeybees and butterflies were roaming freely,

In search of sugary nectar,

The garden was enshaded with green.

With the advent of fresh air,

The nightingale's voice sounded like heaven,

The flower pots were bathed with sunlight,

And were shining like glitters.

I was lying on the green field in the garden,

Touching the tender grass with my hands,

The scenic beauty of the garden,

Left me mesmerized,

And I could do nothing,

But admire its beauty.

WINTER MORNINGS

It is uncertain to begin from a beginning,

The atmosphere is full of versatile colours.

Colours which are insignificant but beautiful,

There is chillness, stillness and willingness in the wind,

That pervades its path showing no direction at all.

Human figures are cheerful,

Paintings become alive in full ecstasy.

Sunlight instead of burning,

Seems like an aggrandize.

One can see sportsmen,

In their most cheerful mood,

Displaying their skill without any fear.

Mornings are calm but the same time;

Filled with the air of lethargy,

Sound of badminton bats and laughter,

Is heard in every corner and yard.

The heart is full of saccharine emotions,

The atmosphere is a mixture,

Of cheers, fears and glitters of love,

Floating in the air.

The essence of charismatic colours,

Is lost in the dilemma of fragrance of these winter mornings.

Mornings that bring wonderfulness, affection, and calmness,

Whose existence feels like a 'resonance of love in the presence of silence'.

The beautification of love and music,

Is felt in the entire soul and heart.

Life is full of happiness, smiles and unfathomable thoughts,

The impassable and solitude feelings,

Are lost in the tunes,

Of the untouched aspect of 'subtle emotions ' and 'oblivion'.

WINDS

Winds are blowing slowly and steadily,

I could feel the awesomeness of love in these winds,

Sunlight is seen spreading on the surface of the sky,

Hidden under the scattered clouds.

Cheers, laughter and smiles are a part of human life,

Love and happiness are essential components of life.

Dancing trees and singing leaves,

Are accompanied by the soothing winds,

Fluttering wings of birds,

Chirping sounds of their happiness,

Are most prominent images lingering in my mind.

The most rejuvenating thought,

Which surrounds me from all directions,

Is the one so special to my heart,

Which is impossible to express through words,

Frustration and anger are revealed,

In the shape of glory and wisdom.

Winds carry minute particles of dust,

With the touch of subtle merriment and endearment,

The significance of winds is incomplete,

Without the great experience of calmness and resonance of emotions,

Winds are the loveliest and dearest embrace of nature.

A HEARTBREAK

When heart breaks everything seems

meaningless,

All the desires, hopes and aspirations are burnt,

In the fire of betrayal and avarice.

People may leave us but memories will never,

Tongue can lie but eyes cannot,

Heart shrinks and eyes are full of tears.

Love is inseparable when it comes to life,

Perhaps love would have faded,

Perhaps the emotion would have drained,

Or heart would just be a muscular organ,

Perhaps I would never be in love.

Uncertainty, disappointment and treachery,

Are the prominent feelings,

When someone leaves you leaving you incomplete,

At that time silence silences.

I wonder if we humans would never fall in love,

If the nature would be our true lovers,

Then I think no orgasm, no feeling,

Would have aroused to shatter our soul.

Living in the recollections of past,

Singing the downhearted songs,

Dancing in the tunes of crestfallen affection,

Isolation is not an option but a choice.

Nature's beauty remains unglorified by many,

A fake smile can hide our emotions but not our pain,

Eyes are on tenterhooks but the soul is desirous,

To see someone who left you long back.

Irony laughs and satire compliments,

About the state of the crippled lover.

But if there are nights, then mornings are inevitable,

If there is black then white is always there to eulogy,

If there is sadness then happiness is not faraway,

If today one is unhappy and disheartened,

Then the next moment will be gaiety,

Nothing stays for long,

Like our pain our joy will grow at last.

CHILDHOOD DAYS

Childhood days are the most memorable days of our life,

These days are an epitome of innocence, happiness and sumptuous experiences,

The magnificent memories of childhood bring joy and merriment in life,

The kind of warmth one feels,

When standing in the presence of sunlight,

On chilly and windy afternoons,

The same can be felt when we recollect the memories of childhood days.

Flying kites and playing with friends,

Are the most joyous activities for children,

Children play with bubbles,

They play with soil,

They mend clay into various shapes and sizes,

And make playthings and toys,

They engage in mud fight boisterously,

They enjoy mud bathing and have fun.

They are happy in other's happiness,

There is no feeling of despondency and disenchantment,

If life is a like a tree,

Then the childhood days are its roots,

Without it life is so incomplete and tedious.

Nowadays many children are seen,

Loitering and begging in the streets,

Their semblance is nasty and manky,

Their clothes are ripped,

They look dejected and sad,

Their face depicts melancholy.

I want these twinkling stars,

To shine in the sky,

And illuminate the world,

With exuberance and impalpable jouissance,

I want these munchkins to live,

Without fear and pain,

A helping hand can alter their lives,

And bring fortune and wellbeing,

For these innocuous and naive children.

TRAVELLING MEMORIES

I travel to various places,

And glorify nature's beauty,

When I am too tired,

I escape to hills and seas,

For peace and felicity.

I have seen dolphins diving into the ocean,

I have seen frosted hills and mountains,

As if they were covered with pearls,

I have seen frozen glaciers,

I have seen the mountains kissing the clouds,

I have seen the waves loving the sunset,

I found winds hugging the nature.

I have seen strips of hills covered with coffee and tea,

And the aroma of spices,

Lingered in my heart forever.

Undulating lands with shrubbery;

Coniferous trees and varied flowers,

I can taste the scent of the juicy fruits,

And the air is filled with fragrance.

In dusky evenings,

The pristine water of lake,

The atonement of moonlight with water,

Creates a magnificent view,

The rivers reflected the charismatic colours,

Of the nature,

And the waterfall poured crestfallen emotions.

I have visited museums and libraries,

I have seen antique and unique objects,

I have seen uncountable species of fishes,

And I felt the soothing water of sea,

With my tender hands,

I explored the world with love,

And these memories never left me alone.

CHESS

When I am too tired of my busy schedule,

I prefer to play chess in free time,

There are various pieces,

Each have their own significance,

Pawns are the soldiers,

Knights and bishops defend the king,

And queen is the gemstone,

The king is priceless and valuable,

If you can preserve your king till the end,

You win the game.

It's a game of intelligence,

In each turn we move pieces,

In the hope to capture the pieces of our opponent,

Or protect our pieces from the opponent,

I have learnt multiple tricks,

Such as pins and checkmates,

To win the game.

In each game either we lose or win,

But we learn something new and unique,

A conscientious player has a fair chance to win;

Vigilant moves can save you from traps,

And accurate decisions can turn the game in your favour.

Time is also an important factor,

One must be quick and rational,

While playing this game.

One must follow the golden rules of chess,

To win the game and play proficiently,

Be careful while playing this game,

Carelessness and negligence,

Can disrupt your strategy,

You may lose your crucial pieces,

This may result in losing the game.S

Play this game with intellect,

And try to learn new tricks to win,

It may take time to win games,

As it is a tricky and difficult game,

With consistent efforts,

One may learn to play the game efficiently.

MUSIC IS MY HEART AND SOUL

Music is the ocean of emotions,

That pulls me out of pain,

Music is all around me,

The tinkling sound of water,

The rhythm of heartbeat,

The melodious sonant of nightingale,

Fills my heart with music.

The biting of drums,

The acoustic version of feelings,

In the form of tunes of guitar,

The hand swaying to the chord of violin,

Pressing the keys of piano,

And producing musical sensations,

Makes the soul dance in the air of happiness.

Whenever I am alone,

My past haunts me,

The painful memories of the past,

Occupy my mind and make me anxious.

I may hide my pain,

And smile infront of the world;

Music understands me,

It helps me to recover,

And forget my past.

I write many songs,

I sing the verses,

With easiness and ardent desire,

Sometimes I cry,

And reveal my frustration through music,

Music is like opium to me,

My soul is stupefied with wonder drug,

I feel sated and music quells me,

Music is my heart and soul,

And rescues me from cessation of life.

MY IRONMAN

I still remember that day,

When I was not even capable of standing on my own two feet,

At that time, I had a supportive hand other than momma’s hand,

And it was definitely you.

Whenever I was threatened by a dreadful nightmare,

And found darkness too evil to deal with it alone,

I had you behind my back.

There are times in my life,

When I was getting erratic scores in the examinations,

I found you like a juxtaposed picture,

Hanging around me and instructing me not to be fragile.

I found you working days and nights,

Which is like a mystic seeking to describe the ineffable.

In all the burdensome situations,

I found you as an impenetrable barrier,

Standing and protecting me from all the fathomless obstacles,

It's true that your semblance is tough and sturdy,

But your heart is full of benevolence and love,

Your suggestions and recommendations have always helped me,

To flourish and grow.

You have given wings to my dreams,

Which eventually made me courteous and bold,

Sometimes I found you convulsive and rebuking,

To admonish the mistakes I made,

While conquering the battle of life,

I found you so resilient,

Even in incomprehensible circumstances.

You are having a body made up of 'iron',

But a 'heart of gold',

My life would have been so unintelligible without you 'Daddy'.

MOTHER TONGUE

First time when I heard it,

It sounded outlandish and peculiar,

I was made to learn it,

For casual communication with my loved ones.

Slowly and slowly, I discovered,

The depth of the words associated with it,

Their underlying meaning and their significance,

But I forgot to nurture its existence,

I heard a holler from the backyard,

It asked for help.

I found a tree,

With no green leaves, no flowers, no fruits,

It was ensanguined,

Its branches were bleeding,

But its roots were intact.

That tree was none other,

But my mother tongue,

Which was about to perish,

I preserved and enshrined it,

With an escutcheon.

I promised to never it,

It has a unique place in my heart,

And it's irreplaceable.

WEARING A NEW DRESS

Wearing a new dress everytime is like experimenting with your own self,

Looking yourself through the eyes of various attires is photoluminescence,

My body is levelled in numbers printed on the tag of the dresses,

After seeing a gorgeous apparel my eyes light up like twinkling stars,

And face glimmers with joy,

I look at my new dress intensely,

The layers of the fabric are made up of cotton and organza,

The texture design on the cloth,

Is an outcome of artistic skills and finesse.

Sometimes I wonder can everyone wear this beautiful and exorbitant dress?

I wish I could gift such a dress to someone who never wore it.

THE VOICE OF A CAGED BIRD

A bird with its vivid feathers,

Flying high in the sky,

Tracing the sunshine with its wings,

Floats downstream in the flow of the winds,

It explores the horizon of the heaven,

Admires the pristine splendour of twilight,

And sings melodiously sitting on the high, branches of a tree in the woods;

It flies with tranquillity and peace.

It is carefree and enjoys it's flight.

The bird captivated in a cage,

Stalks down the narrow cage,

Blocked by the walls,

It could hardly see the sky,

The wings remain clipped,

And the legs remain stagnant,

The bird's body shiver with fear,

It opens its throat to scream,

And beg for freedom,

The bird sings songs,

In full throated ease,

Teary and sadistic eyes,

Depict sorrow and helplessness,

The bird in the cage,

Dreams of distant lands,

And thinks of south winds,

It hallucinates about the sea and the breeze,

And wants to be free like other creatures,

Who roam and wander freely,

In their natural inhabitants.

The lamentable song of the caged bird,

Can be heard by the emperors and buffoons;

The voice is thrilled and fearful,

But these are sings of freedom,

The cacophonous sound of the singing bird,

Is left unheard by the merciless humans.

I AM THERE

I want my claims to be heard ,

My voice has been suppressed for long,

My struggles are known to all,

History is the witness of the my oppression ,

Sometimes I question my existence .

I wonder this discrimination based on skin colour ,

Is man-made or natural?

I can be equally intelligent and rational as others ,

I am the colour of the exotic coffee ,

I am the colour of the black soil,

I am not just efficient for manual work,

I can be a vigilant citizen,

If I get equal opportunities to fulfill my dreams.

I must have the right to live with dignity,

I deserve due respect,

I want people to treat me rightfully.

My actions define me not my skin tone,

I must have the freedom to express my thoughts ,

And profess any profession or occupation ,

I must be to free from the clutches of prejudices and inhumanity,

I can follow and propagate any religion,

I want all these because I am a human.

All the humans use the same land for survival ,

They drink the same water present on Earth' s surface,

They inhale the same air present in the atmosphere,

Our bodies consist of the same organs,

Then I wonder what makes us different?

The only constant thing is change;

It's time to change our perception and mindset,

We must look for people who are not fair,

But treat everyone fairly.

VILLAGE

The life in a village is full of hardships,

One can see cultivated lands of varied crops,

The air is invigoratingly cool and refreshing,

The chirping of birds,

The tuneful sound of flowing water of lake ,

The nature's beauty is in its full glory.

The small hills of the village,

Covered with green grass,

Amaranthine,lilies, roses and lavenders,

Are seen dancing in the direction of the wind.

The houses are made up of muds, bricks, and bamboo,

The children are seen playing hilariously with their fellow friends,

Women wear saree and does most of the household work,

Men work in the farms .

One can get milk from cows,

Jaggery and papad are sold in the market,

Fairs are full of swings,

The people living in village are honest,

They are an epitome of simplicity ,

There are not very educated,

But they treat their guests like God.

TRUST

Trust is like ice ,

And when it is broken,

It congeals like water,

Once it is broken ,

It is impossible to fix it back.

I know it hurts ,

When you trust untrue people,

I know it's hard to endure the pain ,

Caused by dissipated trust,

I know how it feels to be despised ,

By those whom you look at with deference .

Situations can be worst at times,

But never lose hope,

Time may heal the wounds,

But the deep impressions of mistrust ,

May last for ages.

We need to find out the diamonds,

From the basket full of gems.

Love and trust is like pen and ink,

They are insufficient without each other,

Trust is the most precious jewel,

Which can be gifted .

Learn from your past experiences ,

And never repeat the same mistakes,

Otherwise your life can become hell,

Never forget to trust yourself,

At the end of the day,

You only have yourself to rely on .

QUIT SMOKING

Once you start smoking,

You invite the inevitable the death!

You fill your lungs with smoke,

And it will burn you in flames.

I know it's hard to quit this habit,

But you have the courage to do that,

Smoking cost you more than millions,

You can save millions if you leave it,

It will encourage others to do the same.

If you don't quit, then slowly and steadily ,

Your body will cripple ,

And your muscles will ache,

Your teeth will become yellow,

And your life will be at stake .

Tobacco can drive you away,

From all those you love and care,

It burns your dreams into ashes,

For which you worked days and nights,

I know that it's hard to quit,

It will kill you silently,

And turn you into a punk,

So don't smoke as it is not a joke,

To be a man you don't have to smoke ,

A man knows what is wise and good.

Please don't smoke !

It mixes carbon monoxide in the air,

Which affects our planet Earth ,

We have got only one planet to live in,

Let's save it from evils like cigarettes,

Quit smoking and save humanity.

WHEN I LOOK AT YOU

When I look at you, I don't see brightest sunrise and beautiful sunsets,

Instead, I see the evenings we spend together having conversation.

When I look at you, I don't see the glory of moonlight,

But I see the darkest nights we spend together counting the stars up above the sky.

When I look at you, I don't find marshmallows and strawberries,

Instead, I get a sight of half-baked pancakes you made for us.

When I look at you, I don't find romantic dates that one enjoys in a relationship,

Instead, I see the crestfallen nights we spend together fighting for the last piece of french fries.

When I look into your eyes, I don't see deep oceans or high mountains,

I just get to see a vessel present in your heart full of love and care.

When I look at you, I don't see coffee cup full of exotic coffee,

But a table full of spilled coffee which I tried to serve you.

When I look at you, I don't see you smiling,

Instead, I see you crying in my arms.

When I look at you, I don't find a scrupulous thought lingering in your mind,

Instead, I find random thoughts larking in your mind eventually making you smile.

When I look at you, I don't see the lavish food we had together in a restaurant,

But I see you chopping the vegetables which I cooked for us.

When I look at you, I don't find you watching movies,

Instead, I see you holding my hand in crowd.

I see a fountain of emotions in your eyes in the shape of tears and a book in my hand.

When I look at you, I don't find vulnerable rain,

Instead, I see the sight of a calm lake.

I see art instead of stretch marks on your body,

Instead of my favourite music I hear your voice,

Which is not less than a soothing music to me.

When I look at you, I don't see fireflies,

I see sparkle in your eyes and fear in your heart to lose me.

I don' t believe in perfection and happy endings,

I don't know that our love will be there

forever or not.

But when I look at you,

I no longer see that my poems and stories are depressing or sad anymore,

I see them cheerful and happy once again.

WOMEN

Red is the colour of passion,

Blue is the colour of grandeur,

Yellow is the colour of sunlight,

Green is the colour of nature,

I find all these colours in a creation.

She comprises the universe inside her,

She nurtures all other creation of the world,

With compassion and kindness.

She is blessed with the ability to learn,

And enrich its soul with knowledge,

She illuminates the world with light of cognition.

She fights all her struggles boldly,

And inspires the world.

She is as rational as computer,

She works relentlessly and voraciously,

Her hands can cook delicious delicacies ,

And leave the world satiated.

She can express it's emotions beautifully ,

Through craft, dance and music,

Words are her most powerful weapons ,

And poetry is her heart.

Her face is illustrious and glorious,

Her eyes are captivating ,

Her lips are as soft as petals,

Her smile is lucent and marvellous ,

She is capable of playing various roles,

Like of a mother, sister, wife, friend and guide.

She protects the children of God from demons,

And spread happiness and harmony in the world .

Her existence is inextinguishable ,

She is an epitome of simplicity,

She is an exceptionally stupendous person,

She is no one but a woman.

She is a blessing in disguise.

LIFE ANF BODY

My life is in the path of perishing ,

It is on the verge of grimming ,

Lights are twinkling ,

But my heart is sinking.

The fire in my eyes is glowing ,

But the soul inside my body is fluttering ,

My heart is palpitating,

But my blood is circulating in the veins and arteries .

My stomach is aching,

By brain is thinking ,

My optic nerves are sending,

Electric signals to the brain,

To interpret the object my eyes see.

Life is lost in uncertainty ,

Faith is lost in war of humanity,

Hopes are lost in the runway of vanity,

Desire is lost in the battle of creativity .

My kidney is filtering the blood,

My hormones are secreted by the endocrine glands,

My bones and muscles are held tight,

By the ligaments and tendons .

Life is like a 'rollercoaster ride'-

Where fear,joy and excitement ,

Is something we all enjoy,

But life is incomplete without struggles and obstracles.

Body and life are paired up together,

To live forever .
But as long as the soul stays ,

Inside my body,

My life also stays with me,

Grabbing and holding me tight.

VEIL OF CONTAMINATION

I see you crying,

I can see you bleeding,

I know we are hurting you,

But I can do nothing,

To stop them and save you.

The air is poisoned with smoke,

The water is befouled with dirty blond,

The rivers are smutty and filthy,

The soil is besmirched with clarty dirt beds.

The sky looks gloomy and cimmerian,

The clouds are precipitating acid,

The houses are the tarnished,

By the acid rain.

The plants are burned to ashes,

They are dead and drunk,

The sullied water is destroying everything,

It is killing everyone relentlessly.

The incessant sound of groaning,

The obfuscate veil of contamination,

Is engulfing our planet,

The place looks cadaverous,

Everything looks lifeless and doomed,

If we don't cease,

Then our life will decrease.

LOVE IS LIKE SPRING

The sunshine touching the skin,

Feels pleasant and warm,

The equanimous winds shin,

Over the highlands and dorm,

The odiferous flowers sing,

In the air with charm.

The sweet voice of the nightingale,

Astonishes the trees,

The song and the gale,

Excites the buzzing bees.

The mornings are lovely,

The sunrise is lustrious,

The evenings are sightly,

The sunset is beauteous.

I sit with thou,

Thy face shine like Sun,

I laugh with thou,

And have fun,

I welcome the spring,

Thy love is like spring,

Even in freezing winter.

DEAR MOTHER

Dear mother,

You are not less than an angel in my life,

Your lap makes me feel the touch of nature,

Your arms are the warmest blanket anyone can wear,

Your hug feels as pleasant as soothing wind.

You are the one,

Who has sparkling stars present in her eyes,

Lips are as soft as rose petals,

Heart is as large as universe,

And brain is as rational as computer.

You write poems of love on the skyline,

And draw images of your loved ones in the presence of moonlight,

Tracing the memories from starlight,

Showering love to the galaxies of universe,

World welcomes a mother with cherry blossom and peaceful melody.

Happiness is all around you,

And you are the one whose pristine glory is as bright as sunlight.

OUR MOTHERLAND

Our country is an ancient land,

Known for its rich culture and heritage,

Our land is a peninsula,

Surrounded by water bodies from all the edges,

Our country is known for its varied vegetation and wildlife,

The charismatic tail of peacock portrays the cultural diversity of our country,

The national emblem consists of four lions,

Signifying all the four directions.

The tricolour flag of our country,

Consists of saffron, white and green colours,

Symbolises courage, sacrifice and peace,

Ashoka Chakra in the middle represents the eternal wheel of law.

Thirst for freedom by some people,

Liberated us from from bondage and external control,

It is a land where men strive for rights,

Women are the pride and glory of our nation,

Our constitution bind us together,

It's not the religion, caste, creed or gender,

Which gives a common identity,

It's our devotion for our motherland,

And love for our country that make us 'Indians'.

CONSEQUENCES OF DECIMATED WORDS

The bitter words uttered by a person to someone else,

Is like a 'spiderweb' which entangles the goodwill of a personality,

It hurts even more than the striking sword,

Tears and blood pops out of the body,

Like a tornado which causes great destruction and devastation.

The blemishes inside the soul are so prominent,

Which takes away tranquillity of mind.

Life becomes lifeless and all the aspirations are lost,

In the darkness of that night whose prophesy eventually becomes a subtle.

The circumstances of life seem like an 'apocryphal'-

Silence is felt everywhere and perhaps becomes persuasive,

The legitimacy is questioned every now,

And smothered as a pinnacle.

Sadness stands like an antedate,

And makes a person feel antagonized.

The 'gregarious attitude' vanishes in a 'hawthorn',

Race of life becomes a heptathlon,

And all the events are full of remorse.

To overcome this one requires the Herculean faith,

The effect of those painful expressions,

Feels like a 'grandiloquent',

Gathers in the pristine of a glass,

Where happiness and love are faraway.

One is made to feel 'ineligible',

For doing something in which one is 'aficionado',

But one dexterous activity,

Can really bring an exodus in this war.

One thing that remain untouched,

Is the 'ray of hope',

Which strengthens the indomitable spirit of a person,

Hidden inside individualism.

PEACE IN INNISFREE

I want to fade away into the darkness,

Dissolve in the air and quite forget about the world,

I want to leave city life,

And go to Innisfree,

I sit lonely and often think about it,

I can hear the mellifluous voice of nightingale,

Singing in the evenings in the laurel surrounded gardens,

The euphonious sound of flowing water of lake,

The sight of houses bathing in sunlight,

The scenic beauty of Innisfree,

Leaves me mesmerized,

And fills my soul with utter happiness.

My mood is cheerful,

I find peace there,

And I want to escape to Innisfree,

For the eternal peace of soul and mind.

THE FREE-FLOATING KNOWLEDGE

I find myself gathering information,

From various sources,

I read books and visit places,

And learn about new things.

To explore the world,

I started interacting with people,

I dive into the ocean of knowledge,

And the knowledge inside me,

Is like water, which has fixed volume,

But no fixed shape.

I'm not complacent with the knowledge I have,

I am hungry to get more of it,

Every single bit of it,

Fills me with conscientious thoughts,

The knowledge inside me is like a floating water,

It's comes out whenever it wants,

And enrich soul of others;

The knowledge inside me,

Is illimitable and impervious,

I may die, but it will never.

I WANT TO MEET YOU

The time passes as if 'waves in a sea',

The sunshine scatters like honey,

The fragrance vanishes,

In the hopelessness and wonder.

Love is inseparable,

Sweetness is incomprehensible,

Liking is an emotion,

Attachment is forever.

Darkness is obscene,

Lightning is sparkling,

Silence is ironical,

Sunlight is not less than a hope.

But my heart shrinks when I think of you,

My eyes cry out when I look at you,

My body shivers with anxiety,

And my face eventually becomes red.

Words are too short,

Paintings are too monotonous,

Poems are undemonstrative,

To describe what I feel for you.

You are the sweetest memory,

My most rejuvenating notion,

A wonderful dream,

And a beautiful thought.

Time can't stop,

Situations won't change,

Nothing will be same,

But you will be there,

Right into my soul,

Deep into my heart.

Finally, we met again,

As friends not as lovers,

This time to be with each other forever.

TREES
Trees are the children of Mother Earth,

They hold the soil in place and protect it from erosion,

Trees give us oxygen and intake carbon dioxide,

The roots of trees absorb water,

And they get nourishment from it.

Bird's build nests in trees,

The trunk of some trees yields valuable wood,

We get various forest products from trees,

Honeybees build their hives in trees.

Forests are dense and taciturn,

A tree is a home to multiple organisms,

The leaves of banana tree are used as plates in South Indian tradition,

We get marvellous and colourful flowers from trees,

Fruits are jewels of trees,

The trees need sunlight to flourish and grow.

The trees are the most precious gift of nature,

Trees are lifeline and preserve human life,

The trees look happy when they are taken care,

They give us selfless love and happiness,

Our Earth looks green and beautiful,

Then it's only because of trees.

Trees are a blessing in disguise,

To save life, save trees.

By cutting trees and washing away greenery from our planet,

We are sowing seeds of destruction and devastation for mankind,

We need trees to survive,

We can survive without industries or buildings,

We shall perish if we cut the throats of trees,

Save trees, save life.

TEACHER AN INSPIRATION

Teacher, Teacher, Teacher…

It is true that,

They are the most unpredictable people in this world,

Of compassion, decency and of course globalization.

But you are the one who think back for,

All the students in the arduous situations,

It’s true that sometimes you scold us,

But that too for the character building of us.

It’s your propensity to even clear 'a pot full of mist',

You guided your students like sunshine,

And moulded their minds like unlocking a treasure,

Your most empowering and consoling attitude,

Eventually forces us to be a thriving personality in future.

There are almost multitudinous factors about you,

Which is one of the most astounding things about you,

Your presence is like a dumbfound to the students,

Your suggestions and approvals are,

One of the most important idiosyncrasies we enjoy.

Your calm and overwhelming nature,

Is as if 'sunflower facing the sun',

Nature is the perfect example,

For showing your love and support.

A good teacher is like a rainbow,

Whose seven colours are illuminated,

Through the prism of life,

In the form of human values, such as

Kindness, honesty, affection, satisfaction, respect, patience and empathy.

You paint our mind and guide our thoughts,

Through your quintessential gist,

You share our achievements and rectify our mistakes,

You share your knowledge,

And encourage the students to showcase their talents infront of the world.

The quality of life is meaningless without you,

Pages of books are empty without your explanation,

After parents you are the only one,

Infront of whom we express ourselves,

In the most freely manner.

Thanks, is just a word to express our gratitude,

There is something more extraordinary about you,

Life is so monotonous,

Without your subtle touch,

At last, I have no more words you describe your greatness.

THE STOREHOUSE OF MY MIND

There is a lot of space in the storehouse of my

mind,

Which store information of all kind,

I learn new things everyday,

And keep on filling my mind.

I read books and novels,

And learn new words,

Which are imprinted on the pages of my mind,

I see innumerable pictures everyday,

And store it in the gallery of my mind,

I read letters of my loved ones,

And visualise their image on the screen of my mind.

My mind is impervious and imperishable,

It remembers information of all kinds,

If the mind doesn't spare time for rest,

Then slowly and steadily the images may fade,

And words on the pages may become evanescent.

My mind is like a splendid library,

Which has books of all kinds,

Starting from classic literature to science fiction.

My mind is preconceived with the ability,

To register, store and retrieve information,

It has chambers and shelves for storing items of all kind.

The memory of my mind may get affected by time,

It may forget and lose some of the data,

If the information is recalled,

It can recollect it again.

My mind is illimitable,

It has centres for reasoning and thinking,

Which makes me efficient and rational.

My mind is inimitable,

It has memories stored in it ,

Some permanent, some temporary.

It is lively and desirous,

And keeps on enriching and enhancing itself,

By learning and gathering knowledge,

It is ascertain to say how long it will be there,

It will be there till my last breath.