The car always stops to flirt

The car always stops to flirt

Whenever the car sees a lady crossing the road,

Irrespective of her age, the busy ness,

It stops.

Watches the lady cross with a frown or a grin,

With a renewed gas, it starts sometimes honks imagine!

When a beggar is crossing the road,

The car stops and lets the beggar pass,

Sometimes it begs and drags him into the class,

A broad smile a sexy invite, come aboard,

He sits relaxed; the car gets its alms of sin

With a renewed gas, it starts sometimes honks imagine!

I drive my car without a car,

Where I flirt with not a bar,

The car always loses in race,

Withdraws within, without a trace!


There is so much one can do with what one has or hasn't...where is the time to fight...just planting a thought.

The unafraid matter

The unafraid matter

My softest flower,

How did you make yourself so perfect?

I wonder

How it doesn’t matter to you a bit,

If you stayed or went,

Trampled or nursed by the wind!

Clarity! Please be with me,

Let me behold this defenseless beauty,

While you are there… let my eyes and ears,

Help my being to be erect

In wonder…

The storms, the waves,

With their sounds and moves,

Not to bend

The unafraid matter!

Doubt

Doubt

Doubt…

If it’s page or a canvas,

Or just a pond;

Peripheral workers moving around the stage,

Beyond some impending hours;

The travail is done.

Waiting now, to enter through the outside

A passing traveller;

In the holding kiss of lovers in the garden,

The fruit is found hanging…

Drapes clear

White clots of nothings, ready to wash,

Or would it be to drain;

Doubt…

Echo

Echo

It’s ringing to death O hell,

The bell doesn’t ring a bell.

My written notes are placed on the piano,

A matter of silence makes the tune glow;
I am and I am doesn’t catch the wind,
I haven’t never ever I haven’t ever winged.

It is not the people it is you in guise,

Calling them in vain dressing a scene you like;
My airplane is taking off without any sound,
It is beyond the glass of finite shape and form.

I haven’t taken the onus of playing other’s role,

Creatures all alike are echoing in the whole.

Doha from an outcast

I love terrorists and I bless them with all my heart

Want to kiss them on their hands, in their minds with all my art …

thought of an outcast

thought of an outcast

Patriotism is barbarism

Poisoned and imprisoned
With scores of inflated and bonsai ism

Kindness to ugliness, a doha

Let me drink a little ugliness

While beauty sleeps in the glass of her partner poetess

Re-creation

Re-creation

Come let us find a new world,

A land, where we plough our thoughts,

Trees that carry our breaths,

A seed that wills on the sand,

Just at the drop of a hat.

Come let us build a new world,

Where rivers border the fields, not our hearts,

Mountains stand to give, not to guard,

A bird that sails on the sky,

Without reason this or that.

Come let us create a new world,

That helps the blood to air the Source,

With a mind that means to mend,

Goes distance to see no end,

Lands on us, shows what was there,

World in its place loving as it were!

Travel

Travel

When innocence looks through

Clearness of thoughts,

Sky falls in the garden;

When a story travels in terrains unknown

Viewed from parts to the whole,

A paradise is regained.

Flying birds

Birds fly in V..
Child sees one huge bird up there
World waits to take off