Six days of life.

Dew on the hanging leaf blade,
Carpeted frost on the ground,
and those ripples on the pond,
Twitches the the pulse,
Until it fades.
And then you forgot the pleasure they gave,
With its sink.

Do you ever realize more is never enough for us.
The questions in our head are thunderous,
But answers are limited,
Resolutions are stagnant.
And we keep searching with no definition,
And then we're answer-less to oneself,


Why we making it hard?
'Because we're never okay until we see something bold,'
Why waste time on bad days?
'Because we're weak, we can't live the shit out that consume us.
At last we're huge jungle carnivore, always hungry and preying,
NEVER SATISFIED.

Walk through the country road,
Watch those tall standing tree; it's branches, leaves, barks.
Watch those prayer flags flapping; the wooden flag pole, cloth piece.
Watch those attire you and I wear; hats, shirts and shoes.
And we find breathtakingly enriching,
But sadly we never see, falling branches, falling leaves and useless bark of the tree,
Even we don't see the torn prayer flag and weaken pole,
Forget about the clothes we dress.
Only we do when it beat us cold and empty.


That's why we abundantly forget the daylight,
When darkness come roaring,
And we richly become stranger to simplicity
When issues grow complicating,
Don't wave yourself like changing tide,
Understand yourself and bark.
The message is simple as you know;
Don't search your happiness to hurt you and others,
Understand, nothing last including yourself, so give yourself all, don't leave barren,
And at last your happiness is yourself, so find within.

Life is long journey,but short as subliming dew you'll never see.

The brush with new air.

like the shield of turtle,
Baggy hook on all over the head,
I walked across the city road side.
The evening breeze was gently blowing,
Teasingly kissing all over my naked skin.

Like those of flickering candle flames,
Low evening sun rays shimmer through the dusted air
And winged creature floating high in air,
I watched them dancing and singing faintly in the rhythm of dying daylight.
Nervously losing myself into the calmest brush of thoughts.

Ripples like on the ponds my blood pumped gently,
With slowest beat comparatively to those of classical music,
Like i could read all the beat in her cycle.
All those injected drunk in my thought,
And i was dancing in the beat of new rhythm.

On the wall

She was gently flawless;
Pure as snow and sweet as honey.
Her voices were music,
And still remember that late winter when his heart got rape,
With those unusual smile like full moon.

Early young day,he use to catch those rising dawn alarmless,
And in half naked would spend hours listening to her early chirp.
Freezing cold didnt even bother him much,
And still picture how he use to be so powerfully affected,
Even beyond the midnight.

I didnt realize his heart was on fire,
Until silence creep in lately,
And when he droop down like october leaves tenderly.
Days by days, i would see him emptier.
and his every voices tearful.

At last to those shimmering candle light,
Just above the lying man on the bed
On the wall,i found his scribbles written red;
"An angel that once took to limitless sky haunt down like a hungry ghost, not even the mountains of soil could bury his carcass or ocean of water could drink his sorrows.

MOTHER.

Along the line, she walked with me.
In the air, she flew as another wing.
On the battle she guide like a north star.
No matter how far, she is always within me full.
The light that even burn in the torrential rain,
And that never subside like the early frost on the leaf blade.

She is my lady, goddess and my mother,who is my daily novel of love and pride.

Back-breaking season.

Unending heavy days frictionlessly kept moving.
All in and around consumed.
It has even climbed to the height of toxic exhaustion.
Body has turned like leech drunk in blood; restless and unmovable.
Even the slightest tap would do tragic puncture.

Night has rolled sleepless,
Days were already seized before it even begin.
And loudest pissed-off scream like magma starts bursting,
With wrestles of million clouded feeling.
The lump of swallowing saliva even looked like a solid rock.

Diseased day has long arrived and never left.
It's been long consumed and roasted.
And fighting has been unending,
Yet light has never turn.

SHE BE MY FOREVER DIAMOND.

She was a little girl,
Young, wild and crazy.
Her smiles were the brightest of all colour,
Her timid the cutest flush,
Her voices, the favourite in my album,
And her thoughts my principle,
She was a masterpiece,
When I met her on thirteen.

In slip of second I felt for her like autumn fall,
And she became my precious diamond.
My thoughts about her never stop like summer rainfall.
And as i watched her each passing day,
She blossomed like spring flower,
By then I don't know how much I fall for her,
But it was never ending like sunrise.

Thank You All( last row of college days)

Dear all,

The reality was harsh but experience was magically huge, more or less like the sea diver in the deepest sea. Along the journey of dense and thin, twist and turn, high and low it wholly assist me in preying my dreams to come true, discovering my true form and especially in prismatic learning of life and adventure.

I am drunk with myriad emotions, finger soaked with ink, sky enriched with charismatic energy, and my words won’t be able to fit all the immense thank and credit to the people who largely help me in many forms to overcome the weakness, to fight the difficult, to appreciate the simple and learning to be a good human in my four years of doing bachelors degree in India( Delhi). It is infinity and bulky to express how much I am thankful, still then letting heard seems better than holding and locking inside although it wouldn’t curve the need of my feeling that you all made it grew green and beautiful inside me.

Four years in Delhi in pursuit of my dreams has finally came true. The root of journey was quite a struggle with branches of battles, however finally seizing all this made me realize, life is basically the beads of battles that never ends until time reaches to the point when you get the whole insight of art of life. Time has flown crazily in the fractions of second, and I still feel the journey has just started, the newness of joy, chasm of love was all impregnated by beautiful souls around me. The journey has been marriages of unknown and known, expected and unexpected, clean and dirty, and hell consuming but the light at the far end of sight never made me stop and at last, seeing a risen sun of awaited queue of dusk and dawn make me feel sweetly in jumping joys. The success of joy never comes easy like in an hour or day, it takes whole of you, whole of time and when it blossom, it’s even more beautiful than the spring your eye fall in love with or a song that pluck your strings of heart.

Firstly let me thank my goddess and god( mom, dad, grandma, grandpa,my love and all relatives) who always inspire me in unending length in different aspects. I never know, how it be difficult to grow as parent less son. Even having you around, find me through complains and series of difficulty but you all made me feel the best that a parent could do to help in building a better person. It’s always beautiful and proud to be your son.
Secondly, I thank all my teachers who carved in the most special way, who practically guided me like the north star for the boatmen and finally making me understand the significance in the road of learning and enlightening me with worldly wisdom.

And yeah big thanks to all of my friends around the globe who always inspire me, who gave me the unending energy and who stand by my side in hard time. It’s something beyond word’s which you all do to me in learning and becoming one better person who I am today.

The last week, the last days of college day has arrived like the winter freezing the whole world. I can’t believe time has move so fast in nanoseconds but it has and ultimately it quite sadden me when I look back to those young free days of alarming college days, however, life has moved and has to move on with each turn , that’s why I feel; ‘things which are too less are always glittering gold’ something precious, which in life make us realize at the end. I will cherish all the songs that I sung through dawn to dusk, thousand stories written, million pictures painting and infinite photographs clicked in the book of my heart In my college days throughout my life. It has been struggling yet sweet and memorable part of my life journey.


Thank you everyone for making my dream alive and come true. I pray for others who are still in the journey, especially my juniors to spend each day and night of your college day fruitfully and handsomely, those who graduated the best of luck in coming future and yeah my words are too less for the effort you all sowed in me in building what I am right now. Thank you all!!!