peace of mind

i have lost it.
have you lost it too.
is everyone losing it
or selling it.
is it deliberately missing
or misfortune.
should i check the neighbors.
or call the police.
is the concern authorized.
or illegal.
have i lost it forever.
the rarest of all matters.
the peace of mind.

ruins of season

Why is that

the winter’s moon swallows the warm isolation

and stars shine brighter?

Why is that

the summer’s shadow unfold the memoirs of pain

and separations mock louder?

Why is that

the rain’s tear and heart’s rain merge well

and reflects the face colder?

Why is that

the season of problems evergreen

and the modern happiness molder?

Angel Timei

the little fingers.

the tiny nose.

the cold hand.

the bigger hose.

the innocence.

the remorse.

the priceless smile.

the cheap sorrow.

the small dream.

the big domain.

the little beauty.

the ugly pain.

the da da di.

the di di da.

the pregnant dictionary.

the hollow ha ha.

Viper ,The Pied Piper

A revolution of rats
Ordained to hole the hats
Under the shield of the night and the lamps of ardor
“Let’s take an oath to dictate all human’s larder”.

Inside the womb of darkness
Presided a giant, sly snake
“Great hogwash at parliamentary sessions
Can only be a part of rat’s obsessions.”

But all politics is not a game.
Be a dictator or some fame.
The power of individual will
Was for eternity an unsettled bill.

On the 'D day',
when rat-men with their swords
Blew the war trumpet
To conquer the indolent lords

The nature of calamity barked
And thus the calender was marked

At finale when humans were tired
Ingress of savior 'the viper' was hired

With each slithery change, he calmed the hyper
That’s how he became the legendary Pied Piper.

Thinking is Evil

allow the heart to think,
and it will bleed.
the blood will not be red,
but the color of devil.

matter of void

You can think and dream

But can you touch  thoughts?

You can possess a heart,

But can you touch love?

You can bleed and lament,

But can you touch pain?

You can dance and laugh,

But can you touch happiness?

You can destroy or die,

But can you touch death?

You can create man

But can you touch god?

color of void

Don’t ask me the reason of my color.
It was here, I saw you.
It was here, I painted myself.

Winds of time claimed a shade.

Water of emotions burrowed one.

But nothing tainted the color of void.
It’s still the colorless.

Triveni

I was pregnant.

My mind was its womb.

This remembrance I now write,

On its tomb.

Born on a piece of paper,

My fingers were shaping it.

Day and night, hours and minutes,

With steps of mind and heart’s bit.

Suddenly the world saw it

Suddenly my child became outsider

Soon I was abandoned

Soon they casted the divider.

I heard my child’s cry

I heard my soul die

I folded my heart under  the pocket

I graved the verdict as in docket

The world is for survivors.

The world is for heads.

My child left for a school,

Where he was taught to be dead.

wings of "i"

I am aware of the world,

but not the way they

want me to SEE.

I am alive for my cause,

but not the way they

want it from ME.

I am here and I am there,

but not the way they

want me to BE.

Keep me out of this law

I am neither a witness nor a judge

Let the wings of isolation

Cross the city of grudge.

beast frnd

Beauty of my friend

Like my concealed emotive trend

U are a river with comical bend

I am a refusal of every plastic mend

And this story has no the end.