Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

The man kissed her hand Bowed and handed her that love The love called Rose The Red rose The thorns for the beauty To make her protected , secured Still plucked and given The beauty of the Redness The slender stem... The petals so smooth The glow of dark redness the fragrance so deep The lastness of a day The beauty getting darker The fusion of the love The loved ones beloved gift The petals plucked out The skin damaged The flower spoiled And torn and tired You my beauty , My Red Rose The pale and the dead The half broken and kept To be seen as a clown To the world

My debut book "With Thousand Eyes"  was released this Saturday.If you love the way I write or have found any depth in my poems you can get in touch with me for this Book.This dedicated to all who love my work and I am blessed because of the readers I have... Thanks for all your blessings and Prayers...

The wake up call is kept at 6 AM, 6.30 AM, 7 AM, and 8 AM, only to get up at 8.30 AM.What a confidence! Late always to office and there is no time to prepare food. I can see reading books have been one of my musings. The bus 335E that takes me to office takes one hour and luckily if you get a seat you can read two chapters! Good Na. So I am finding ample time for good reading. My office has a brand new library with lots of collections of both technical and non technical (Novels omg) also So what next! The poem collections are being released this Saturday…a sigh of relief .At last something has come up to be happy about. I just don’t have much idea about other functions ie happening in the Society, but only office>home>office. The politics is always the same, not much hype in any…other news that made waves across India is Sanjay Dutt being caught once again and some rape incidents. The Honorable Minister Ganesh Kumar resigned after following a dramatic stupidity of incidents

The path of unwanted journey The fake and the half happiness The may flower droops down The witty half hearted love The mirrored images of shapes The bounce back of memories It is a trailing story never ending Kept unsafe and the risky atmosphere The books telling stories of insecurity The women and the womanizers In every walk and every path The life needs justice…and also love The society prickling your dignity When each victim is scrutinized The paraphernalia abducted any second The peak of unwanted gestures The naughty thwart of the captured The tiny wings have been torn from the roots The weak body and flamed mind The psychic paranoia she was admitted to The physical juncture bruised for pain This unwanted story of a girl The shocks of what I am into Tiny angel forgive me  I live here in this midst A bystander of all updates Not knowing what to do or say…

The gleaming sun beyond the head As it touch the dewdrops on leaves The sparkle of a diamond on them And the nature is adorned The flowers in red yellow and blue The primrose is sweet and small The mango leaves used to brush  The many small teeth and neat The twig has fallen from the tree The sparrows collected them in their beak Within a day’s time The nest is born on a thick tree The young ones are kept safe and sweet As mother bird gives food through the beak The young is happy and full  He is asleep  The kangaroo’s pouches are filled The way they keep the young safe The nature teaching many beautiful themes The duck is swimming in the pond  The beak is taking up water every second The flocks trailing themselves Along with the mother The piglets in those dirty swamp Having their fun by dirtying All are nature’s vastness The wake up alarm call from the hen And just out of bed Not having much to watch beyond The nature is so calm and cozy There

She was hungry and suffocated And chit chatted along She took the first bite of chocolate The melt of it made her swing The cool a/c wind held her up As the heart beat she felt In the middle of an affirmed hold Like a coiled snake feeling warmth Under the ground… The smell of the body so fresh Laying calm and squeezed out of worries The happiness knocked her heart with wealth As the bee sucked out the nectar of flowers The beauty of the flowers radiated The arms around the waist holding tight And the wounds were healed The souls mingled never to depart The night was dusky and Licking every bit of the sweet chocolate And even more controlled over The motionless and the peak attitude Panicking bit by bit The bit of the left over chocolate She had … Was sweet with full of love

The sun shines every day The moon makes the night bright The spring has made the flowers blossom The winter being an awaited one Why the rain is so nostalgic? Bringing in too much emotional waves Why feelings are clamped to the natural changes? Why the humid wind makes you scorched and angry? Why the perspiration and sweat is not preferred? Why the dusk makes you romantic? Why the auroras bring in energy vibes? Why the stars twinkle only at night? Is there any scientific reason? If so how far can you go? Doesn't such moments Make you aware of a wave A wave of spirituality A wave of philosophy A wave which is beyond science A wave called Oneness A wave called Absolute Truth A wave called God A wave which is omnipotent A wave seen everywhere That one thing I am afraid of That one thing I respect and bow That Lord whom all fear...

If Love kisses the heart The divine has touched there When divine touches the heart The divinity will shine there That soul which is been divine Will resurrect one day All the pains will vanish one day That soul that is been wounded the most Only there divine shines Only there love abides Only there compassion flows The divine is born in that soul That is the real magic of divinity When Lord is born human That soul is the real avatar The Avatar of God

The feelings of oneness has gone The adorable days and cherishing moments Went away with the wiping rain I dotted those days filled with time Each second made sense to me The way I remind me of those lasting seconds And make happiness out of it each day… It is not a make but a flow of emotions The sad and happy ones entwines And the bliss of a decade I reach But then the sea touched the shore And wiped away everything from the land The shells and conchs are dancing in it The coconut floating across the shore In the wind and more to offer But the time has come to forget Forgive and move …. As the sea touch another shore far away The dry land cough itself to destiny The old one making memories winded Keeping and never letting go The berries and fruits have been squeezed out What lay is only a bare body The weak in the one has started rising The old and young traits twinkle now The wrinkles are hidden below the cosmetics The