The Voice (free verse, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in feb 2007)

The Voice

The open blue sky is

so calm when it's dry.

But, soon after getting cloud

It makes sound very loud.

Same is the creature,

Who had no piety for the nature.

Heart of such a man

Is like an empty pan.

When touched with emotion

Feelings get a motion.

It raises the voice to break out

And voice comes to the mouth.

This is the way by which

Man learnt the speech.

Language is innovated by and by

Which is further divided into true and lie.

Lie hollows out the base.

Truth is the way to success.

It brings us up and high,

Just like clouds in the sky.

                                                                                                      

The Spring Time (free verse, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in Feb 2007)

The  Spring Time

The snow is melted and gone away,

The greens are coming out,

The trees are not bare anymore,

And the branches are filled with sprouts.

 

The plain canvas of nature

Is primed with green.

Then, the sprinkle of colors

Has made this beautiful scene.

So many sparkling colors!

So much to adore!

Daffodils, tulips, crocus

And many more.

The spring time is going on

Open the window wide

The sun become warmer now

Let the breeze come inside.

                                      experience of spring of USA                                    

The Spring Season (free verse, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in feb 2008)

The Spring Season

After a lazy and dull

Season of winter,

Coming of the Spring

Causes a pleasant change

In the nature.

Which prepares green stage,

On which, colorful flowers smile,

And cuckoos sing.

It converts the earth

Into a theatre.

Keen cool wind becomes a humble host.

It receives the boon of the season.

To fill all the

Joyful feelings

In each creature.

                                                                                                                                 

written in my school days about Indian Sring season

Addicted To Dream (free verse, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in Jan 2008)

Addicted to dream

Addicted to dream

Although failed many times
But some of them came true
So want to dream more
Without a dream can't find any aim
Without aim can't move further
Although slipped many times
But some times succeed to forward
So want to put effort again
Although trapped in wrong surroundings
But only positivity of family
Always motivates to keep on trying
As this is the way to teach
A lesson to negative factors
That I'm not discouraged
But grew stronger
As so much hindrances can't
Affect me to stop
And I keep on enjoying the life
Which is beyond the dream of theirs
As a peaceful time can be caught
By a mind that sustain confidence
And confidence remains where
Positive approach sustained.
An approach to win the competition
With superior competence
Otherwise the fulfilled dreams
Can't give a peaceful reward
Rather the memories of victory
Will remind inferiority
And your celebration turns into
Celebration of others' superiority.
Those others whom you wanted to defeat
And believe you did.

                                                                                                                                                      

Bird's Feathers After Rain (a nonet, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in Nov, 2007)

Bird's Feathers After Rain

Having grabbed shelter in a tree-shade

When a bird flaps its soggy wings

Along with water droplets

Some remegies fall down

Scattered later on

Lifted by wind

When dry out

After

Rain

                                                                         

Mussorie: A Hill-Station in India (a nonet, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in feb,2007)

Mussorie : A Hill Station In India

On the foothill of Himalayas range,

The queen of hill stations in India

Holds a fairyland atmosphere,

With hugging spiral roads

Ascending to the peak,

Mussoorie gives

Top view of

Foggy

Land

                                                                      

Love Through Eyes (2 Triolets, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in feb, 2007)

( 1 )

When I looked into your eyes,

I heard the words you didn’t say.

My enthusiasm got all replies

When I looked into your eyes.

Lost in your dreams, I surmise,

We’re together, the world is far away.

When I looked into your eyes

I heard the words you didn’t say.

(2)

When you will look into my eyes

You will hear the words I won't say.

They will define love in precise,

When you will look into my eyes.

They'll make you to love and realize

That my love’s maturing everyday.

When you will look into my eyes

You will hear the words I won’t say.

                                                                                                           

Politeness (Triolet, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in Nov 2007)

Politeness

Whether real hard or pretended to be so

Any heart can be pierced by one's politeness

Without archery skill and arrow and bow

Whether real hard or pretended to be so

Affects positively, works slow although

Wins at last in materialistic race

Whether real hard or pretended to be so

Any heart can be pierced by one's politeness

                                                                                                                                  

Effect Of Effort (Triolet, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in Nov 2007)

Effect Of Effort

Just put on your effort and see what it brings

Thoughts your brain creates certainly becomes true

Opt optimism and think of thoughtful things

Just put on your effort and see what it brings

Phase of shrinking hurdles where success winks

The Way you view this world this world turns same for you

Just put on your effort and see what it brings

Thoughts your brain creates certainly becomes true

                                                                                                           

Let Your Eyes Be As Usual Wild (Triolet, pub in www.poetrysoup.com, in dec 2007)

Let your eyes be as usual wild 

Let your eyes be as usual wild

It only shows self-denial honesty

Do not turn your voice any more mild

Let your eyes be as usual wild

It's proved you are still a child

Once in a while little bit naughty

Let your eyes be as usual wild

It only shows self-denial honesty

                                                                                                               

My Old Neighborhood (Lanterne, pub in www.poetrysoup.com in Oct, 2007)

My Old Neighborhood

Morning walks there in May were so good,

Jogging youngsters in T's and shorts,

Hiking couples with pets in weekends,

Morning roamers of Avon Road.

 

White blossoms on branches of dog-wood,

Spring flowers on grounds and in pots,

Chirping birds and sounds of roaring trains,

Squirrels squeaking in sporting mood.

 

I loved the corner where children stood,

Discussing and fixing their spots,

Waiting for school-bus with their parents,

My favorite place of that neighborhood.

Memories of the old neighborhood,

Often make me sad and lost in thoughts,

Hours pass like minutes or seconds,

Awakening moment! really rude!

                                                                                                             

Diva: A Beautiful Singer (Rictameter, published in www.poetrysoup.com in feb, 2007)

Diva : A Beautiful Singer

Diva!

How melodious!

Singing classicals,

Dissolving sweetness around her ,

Soothing heart, mind and soul altogether,

Words are unable to admire,

She with her orchestra,

Simply fabulous,

Diva !!!

                                 dedicated to Nora Jones                             

The Charm of Spring (Quatrain,pub in www.poetrysoup.com in Jan,2008)

The Charm Of Spring

Rhythm created on water tends to kill

Images of trees and sky reflected in lake

Still water but, not any more still

At least not dry or frozen and opaque

 

Creating a wonderful picnic spot

Inviting place for geese to immigrate

Time to make trips and enjoy a lot

Deer will stay out long to graze

 

For next few months of spring and summer

Artists will come with canvas and brushes

Boating or may be fishing can occur

Trees will wear colourful dresses.

 

Sky will finally get rid of grey cover

The vision can roam clearly and further

Fog will entirely vanish from atmosphere

Season to enjoy the beautiful youth of nature

Vibrant colours of spring will be hidden

They will not be so in summer and fall

Leaves will turn first green then golden

And will not be in winter at all.

                                                                                                                                     

The Cloudy Sky (Quatrain, Featured in www.poetrysoup.com on 21-10-2007)

The Cloudy Sky

Rains made the nature so clean,

Shadow of clouds made it more green.

The layers of clouds darken the sky.

Sunrays are restrained to pass by.

 

The layers are dense and thick.

But, somewhere they are weak.

Like a poor man's torn blanket,

Cannot stop sun to peep through it.

Penetrated by a few sun-rays,

Bright lines are drawn in greys,

Like silver magical stick of a fairy

Showering boon of life and merry.

Roam your vision in the clouds.

Let your imagination come out.

Can you see a sheep or a deer?

Faces of crocodiles may appear.

 

It's only the cloudy sky, I must say,

You can stare with naked eyes in mid-day.

As soon as the season is not rainy,

You can't do so when sun is shiny.

                                                                                                                      

My Gratitude For Your Virtue (Sonnet, www.poetrysoup.com, Feb 2007)

My Gratitude For Your Virtue

I would be standing alone with a plea

Like a frail structure in solitude,

If had not you helped me so nicely.

My heart is filled with humble gratitude.

When no one did appear to be mine

I was really alone among crowd,

Then you appeared as a silver line

Being so friendly, in the deep dark cloud.

Your sweet words, filled with real sympathy,

Soothed my heart and saved my sinking hope.

You helped me forgetting the tragedy

And encouraged me with strength to cope.

All these support made me obliged to you

And I can never forget your virtue.

 

                                                                                                                                                

The Divine Artisan (Sonnet, www.poetrysoup.com, Feb,2007)

The Divine Artisan

Who has created deep azure sky,

In which, the clouds do love to float and sail?

And who has embellished the butterfly

With colorful beauty in detail?

Who does shower the snow in the winter?

In foggy days who spreads mist curtains ?

Who has crafted the curves of the rives?

Who has embossed the range of high mountains ?

Who streched the bands of seven colors,

Who has constructed the arch of rainbow?

Who has gifted the birds cozy feathers,

And made them able to fly to and fro?

I do adore the Divine Artisan,

Who has made the world in such perfection.

                                                                                                           

My Shadow (Sonnet, published in www.poetrysoup.com in feb,2007)

My shadow

My shadow is dark and scary.

I want to leave it behind.

But I cannot get rid of it fully,

As it is situated in my mind.

I am inspired to move further,

As my hopes show me light.

I am optimistic for the future

But, my shadow is stuck tight.

The more I move to the light,

The bigger does it appear.

Memories of my past melt

And burst out in tears.

I want to brush my past aside

And make my future my pride.

                                                                                                                 

The Snow Shower (Quatrain, published in www.poetrysoup.com in Feb,2007)

The Snow Shower

The sky is scattered and fallen down,

The earth is no more brown,

Winter has bidden goodbye to the fall,

Snow flakes have woven the white gown.

 

Very soon they have started to crawl,

On the bare trees standing tall,

With Christmas trees, when they abide

Each looked like a cotton candy ball.

With stored food, having feasted inside,

In their nests, the squirrels like to hide.

Sun is too mild to spread the warmth,

Earth is dressed like a wedding bride

                                                                                                                                               

He Wants To Retreat (Quatrain, featured in www.poetrysoup.com in 28th Feb 2008)

He Wants To Retreat

Ardent passion of going high,

Desire to touch the illusion of sky,

Tempted to earn fame and name ,

Restless effort to reach the aim,

All led to a point of commitment

To earn wealth to uttermost extent,

Where, each success enhances thirst.

Thirst of advancement seems the worst ,

When one forgets to celebrate present success,

Out of fear to miss the next chances to progress,

Ignoring surroundings and overtaking all ,

Though, he reaches his goal after all,

He is in discontentment and melancholy,

Despite his dreams fulfilled , he is wealthy.

He finds himself in a darkness of agitation,

The rivalry of growth and competition.

Within the roar of glory of success,

Receiving compliments and praises,

His peace-less surroundings remind,

His true happiness is left behind.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        

The Worst Warrior After A War (Quatrain)

The Worst Warriors After A War

Having suffered years of grueling tyranny,

Sand is still red which should be tawny.

Iraq has become a land of widows

Men are cruely killed there in rows.

Due to war when families are separated,

Children are those who are worst affected.

Phan Thi Kim Phuc is name of that woman,

Who became goodwill ambassador in 1997,

UNESCO gave her this honorable position

She was photographed in a piteous condition,

During the Vietnam War, in her childhood.

But every child victim's luck isn't so good.

War ends, in some years country recoups,

Civilians honor their patriotic brave troops.

Injured soldiers medicated at country's cost,

Children loose their shelters when they need the most.

Education is far from such kid's dream

They have to leave their self-esteem

Fighting for food, having memories of terrors,

After a war, they are the worst warriors.

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The Life of a Proletarian (published in www.poetrysoup.com in Feb,2007)

 The Life of a Proletarian

Beneath the green dense jungle, he stands pall,

The heated rays touching him seem to have awl.

Facing dreadful animals and insects, he fumbles

Path is lost in shrubs and bushes he often rambles

Having empty stomach, a thirsty throat and an axe

He applies all his muscles to a timber and hacks.

Miserably vestured, not having anything sufficient,

He’s born with the misfortune of being indigent.

Impecuniosities are inherited to him by his ancestors

And he will delegate the same to his youngsters.

For availing each of basic needs he has to strive

This is the way how a wood cutter does survive.

Hoping for a ray of miracle which can enlighten,

He quetches why has he got a life of a proletarian

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A Moonless Summer Night In My Village

A Moonless Summer Night In My Village

Lights of the thousands of stars

Don't seem enough for such a night;

You miss the moon badly

Who can make the night bright.

Without proper transportation,

Without supply of electricity,

Life here is so different,

Deprived of city-like facility.

A moonless night of summer,

Is not a piece of cake.

If you're going for a hike ,

Don't panic if you encounter a snake.

Among the sounds of toads and cockroaches,

When One sound appears different

Do you need your Grand'ma to confirm you

"This is the sound of a serpent."

                                                                                                 

Poety (Acrostic, published in www.poetry.com in 2009)

POETRY

Playing with words very tactfully

Often comes from heart not forcibly

Expressing yourself emotionally

Techniques of writing to be followed ; preferably

Rhyming sounds good but not mandatory

Yield of thinking anything thoughtfully

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Siblings (Acrostic, published in www.poetry.com in 2009)

SIBLINGS

Sharing parents,

Incredible friends,

Blood related,

Love oriented,

If away from home,

Nostalgic for them,

Grown up together,

Soul mates for ever.

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