Wednesday, December 9, 2009


I sway in the swing of my dreams,
draping on my silent desires,
in the breeze of wishes,
soaking in the drizzle of affection,
listening to a distant sound of melody,
in the first light.

Thursday, November 12, 2009


Are sorrows salty?
Many times I felt it;
when they changed their direction
and touched my lips,
while I was pouring them
out through my eyes.

But happiness...
everybody says it is sweet!
But I couldn’t taste that sweetness...
even at the moments of happiness;
The emotions flowed from eyes
...........had salty taste!!!

Saturday, October 10, 2009


I’m wandering....
in the loneliness of this desert, searching for my lost box, tied with yellow ribbon, in the hope of regaining it and returning to the shade of the oasis…..

It was that time.....

My life and mind were wilting
in the hot desert,
my hopes were coating
with dust in the sand storm;
an oasis appeared in front of me.
I unburdened my distresses there
to chill out.
The attack of the robbers
from behind the dune
was unexpected.
It was robbed...
The chest of my hopes...
It was robbed...

*A piece of yellow ribbon is used as a sign to show that people are not forgotten while they are away from home and that they hope that the person will soon return safely. The practice of tying yellow ribbon around trees began during the Vietnam War and was later used during the Iranian hostage crisis, the Gulf War, and the war in Iraq.

Friday, October 2, 2009


If I could melt as a moonstone
while the moonrays shed love
at this night...

If I could dribble down
into the chest of this moonlight
with a passion and coy...

If I could shatter
as the pearls of a silver anklet
on this strewed blueness...

Sunday, July 12, 2009


The first vibration in a mother's womb;
The great relief after a severe pain;
A woman's most precious treasure;
The flame of a lamp lit with affection;
A dewdrop of love;
The smooth pearl in the heart of a rough shell;
The fragrance of flowers blooming in the darkness;
The nectar of a flower;
The drizzling in a hot summer;
The soft patting of sun on the nature-
to wipe out her tears,
to brighten her life in seven colours!!!!

Friday, July 10, 2009


Your brutality might have plucked out my nails.
But my fingers are still on my hands.
They have not lost their chivalry.
Those nail less fingers are quite enough for me,
to grab my desires and to cut off the odium.

Thursday, July 9, 2009


A heart filled with love-
blush coloured;
It drips into the nerves;
Whenever I lean on that chest,
I can hear that soft voice...
The voice...
that of spilling love.
It's like the patters of dewdrops
from the tip of a tender leaf;
It trickles continuously,
keeps me alive....
That bracing love!!