The matter that makes us laugh makes us cry
Crossing the Styx – one for all
Glints the new page
Feel like plastering the room
Seized by the riddles
Only glare at
We come and go
Leave behind we would never like to
This painful heart masters the art
How to adjust in the moonlit scented air of cestrum nocturnum.
A Big Blow on the Street
You broke my right hand today
A big blow with the stick
Mind it; it will reflect you one day
In the name of service
What is this torture?
Feel so proud of
What makes your belly?
You speak too much
Pretend to perform nicely
The vanity appears to
Master of all trades
The man went away, saying.
A Beast of Burden
The load on the head is too heavy to carry on
Not fixed on time and place
A beast of burden
Every moment, day and night
My head and heart dismayed
Cracks the body
Feel the nerves hazy bouncing the ball to the batsman
Dims down the eye sight
In this dying despair
Groveling to you, my Savior
Though spring smiles on the leafs and flowers
The sacks loaded on in this encircled barrier
What a confusing fathomed world!
I live and die
Please drench us all in your blessed rainfalls.
Love in Paradox
The world is raging so fast
What does it sand for ‘dismal life ‘?
No escape of love
No escape of death
This love and death – a plus the sign test
Man howls and bowls to fit for
Man cries and prays to live in the world
Man dreams that turns into a nightmare
Counting the moment the unexpected time of death
Then what the Love stands for?
The Drowsy World
The world is now drowsing
We all living far and near undergo this condition
Floating on the river of forgetfulness
In the moonlit night
Bored to stand on the deck all the time
Our journey has not reached the goal yet
Sometimes the sky is firing on the head
The scorching sun
Others meeting with the challenges
To get out of the nervousness
People are waiting silent
Some stretching their loving hands
Some grooving in the darkness
We look through the screens the dead bodies
Counting thousands or lakhs crossing limits of patience
The world is filled in the love line of the swans
We see and get asleep
Rise again with the breaking news of deaths
Always facing the challenge
To reach at least near the harbor a silent tiptoe
The world is now seriously drowsing.