1. Grammar of love
In grammar of love there are no rules,
For love there are universities, colleges,
But no schools.
There are no students,
All are professors,
No one makes notes,
All delver lectures.
Love is only the science,
Which is learnt from self,
Without any help.
Automatically some emotions,
Passions and sentiments.
Are apparent,
In time less than a moment.
For one and other reason,
Everyone takes admission.
In love learning institution,
With self inspiration.
There is no time to join session,
All the courses are of indefinite duration.
The motivation,
Is nothing but passion?
Notes are taken fair and direct,
From eyes, on the mind.
Only obsessed knows what is legible,
For other’s whole process is invisible.
There are no formal tests and degrees,
Even then all get PhDs.
Let me mention,
In love it is minimum qualification.
However,
In love everyone is cipher.
If in love all get perfection,
Then the Earth would be heaven.
2. Beloved’s hair
With a hope to meet,
I passed through the street.
While walking lonely,
Calmly and homely,
I saw beloved in balcony.
With happiness and the utmost care,
Beloved was combing hair.
The obliging breeze blew,
And very happy I grew.
What a affection was shown,
As love’s one hair fell down.
Hair understood heart’s feeling,
And gently came down from ceiling
For other’s it was nothing,
But for me it was the rarest.
And the dearest thing,
In this spring.
It was just a fate,
Something nearer to you I got.
Of course very late,
That too all of sudden
Without any date.
Although we are far apart,
Yet your body’s part.
Is with me,
And whenever I wish
I can see.
Often I gauge and peep,
With utmost care I keep.
Come what may,
Now I don’t weep.
In hair I can see your face,
At every place.
Your cheeks are as soft as rose,
Pink lips and beautiful nose.
Even when I am alone,
In never ending solitary zone.
I take you hair,
Everywhere.
And don’t show it to anybody,
Thus see.
Up to which extent,
I love thee.
3 Beauty in love
In search of love, there was a young beauty,
Beautiful hands, soft cheeks and lips pretty.
Was a rare booty and in search of booty,
Myself felt lucky, to watch got opportunity.
Her beautiful eyes were sky blue,
Full of emotions, affection and dew.
Soft, long waving and brownish hair,
Definitely reflected some despair.
With passionate and waiting eyes,
Heaving deep and cool sighs.
Obviously since early morning,
Perhaps before Sun was shining.
** ** **
I observed soon without a break,
She was boating lovingly in lake.
With love of her sweet choice,
I was none to give any advice.
Sitting and smiling in a ferry,
She virtually looked like fairy.
Relaxed and making merry,
Fully cheerful, not at all wary.
I simply heard the feeble voice,
For me it was sweet and nice.
Unquestionably it was a rare bliss.
To see beauty in love with her love,
If you have chance, never miss.
The posture of the both was sweet,
Their love was innocent and neat.
Full of kisses, hugs and emotions,
Lake appeared bigger than oceans.
But this decent scene was so short,
As at this moment dream did abort.
O! God
In dream you gave me the glimpse,
Of love, that too like only impulse.
Perhaps, you joked at my loneliness,
And friendliness.
But my loneliness or friendliness,
Does not mean I am affectionless.
4. Pick out an individual
One may ignore,
More, Than a million.
Sooner or later,
Has to study an individual.
It is clear to everyone,
Every star can not be the Sun.
Sometimes thousand soldiers,
Are killed by one.
Of fullness and completeness,
Even moon has not a boon.
If it is sphere now,
Then will be arc soon.
Thus adapt to every tune,
Be tolerant like moon.
Also the shining Sun,
Cannot have more than one sky.
Even the last drop of storming sea,
Can be easily dry.
Among the crowd one may be unique,
And also antique.
May pose straight or oblique,
Feel fresh or fatigue,
May be intellectual or critique.
One the earth below the blue,
There may be one meant for you.
With wisdom and skill,
You have to study this individual.
If you cannot do so,
Then life will not be complete.
Like empty street.
5. A Wet Beauty
In pre-dawn hours,
A teenaged lass was out for a walk.
But soon greeted by light showers,,
And there was none to talk.
She was alone since,
Beauty did not have any prince.
To avoid wetting she walked very fast.
For long time this,
Preventative measure did not last.
Some docile drops of water,
From forehead to cheeks did scatter.
When she slowly walked,
Looked graceful.
As quickly moved her gait was beautiful.
He wild eyes,
Were wise.
As asked me,
'How are thee?'
Then those moments arrived.
When sun rays also obliged,
Occasionally Sun rays.
Reflected from her cheeks.
Rays appeared to form rainbow,
As sharp as her eyebrow.
** ** **
Drops of water from her hair,
Slipped down the neck.
Rain further increased without check,
Really it was splendid sight to watch.
Had I been a photographer,
I would have taken a permanent catch.
Umbrella of birds tried to save her from rain ,
As she was their queen.
Of sweet seventeen,
As they want to take her to sky.
Very high,
But she appeared shy.
However she wanted to fly.
Even then that scene is,
Engraved in my heart and brain.
To erase it,
All efforts ended in vain.
The remembrance of,
The wet beauty.
Is everlasting,
Flows like spring.
And not less than bliss,
May remain lifelong,
I wish.
6 Lips
Appreciate beauty of lips with lips,
In her eyes found some lovely tips.
At moment of love, the eyelid flips,
Power is so intense, as scarf strips.
In the deep ocean of passions if one dips,
Emotions are such that heart itself equips.
Veil has no place in love, so it itself rips,
Cannot get up, if on the couch one slips.
Cheeks to cheeks, nose to nose whips,
Suddenly, thirsty tongue to other sips.
Uncontrollably, all the four arms grips,
Naturally hands go around the hips.
7. Valentine Day, everyday
To celebrate a Valentine Day once in year,
Is in no way fair.
This day’s sanctity has different glare.
Love is daily and momentarily affair,
Must be celebrated daily and everywhere.
To us it is the worst precedence,
Is the mockery of love in every sense.
At each time love appears anew,
To me and all of you.
We love every moment,
Everyday should feel its fragrance.
However we are showing negligence.
Love’s day should not be compared,
With leader’s birthday.
Or deity’s celebration day,
Daily it should be specially cared.
One can become leader with more than 50 percent,
When out of power becomes ordinary servant.
Leaders have many adversaries,
When experience the authorities.
Deity has limited followings,
One worships after 50 evenings.
** ** **
But love is in one’s heart at every instant,
For mankind it is a glint,
Responsible for prosperity and is mint,
For immortality it gives hint,
So no comparison of deity’s and leader’s birthday,
With Valentine Day.
It is unwise and brutal if we go this way,
Let formers are celebrated after 365 days,
But Valentine day should be every day’s craze,
As it is love’s image,
It must be celebrated as,
Valentine minute or Valentine hour,
Sweet kiss must be named as Valentine shower,
Smiling love be christened as Valentine flower,
No material gift should be exchanged,
As sanctity of the day will be deranged.
This pious day is not for materialistic gift,
As it is to awaken dormant love spirit.
For money-oriented gifts there is deity’s day,
Or the same can also be on big leader’s birthday.
Gifts be of sweet words, embraces, kisses and hugs,
Love should be offered in big and full mugs.
Not at all one should give phone call,
To beloved’s house you should crawl.
It is the essence of the Valentine day,
That lover and beloved should embrace in the mid way.
May or may not chant a rhyme,
Can be celebrated at any time.
Celebrate it in a group or alone,
May be on the earth or throne.
Should be love in hearts and warmth on lips,
May be commemorated on the shores or in ships.
With love and smile one should advance,
On beat of natural music, one should dance.
Should devise new ballads and new dance steps,
At valentine moments, palm should be like cups.
8. Smile, dance and sing
Early in the morning saw smiling flower,
Big bright eyes and face having a shower.
Tossing either way, and was cheerful tower,
Appeared to be happy, since late night hour.
Looked around but found no reason,
Otherwise also it was odd season.
In sky there was no cloud, no Sun,
Even then flower was alone in fun.
Perceiving presence, flower became cautious,
My un-required and undesired presence.
Definitely disturbed his emotional essence,
Visualizing this I re-tracked in pretence .
To be disturbed was not his choice,
I hid myself, as was his inner voice.
As all alone bloom expressed rejoice,
Saw many times, not twice or thrice.
Flower relished in complete the solitude,
Enjoyed with doubly enhanced amplitude.
To joyful prospect, I paid my gratitude,
Why he was so happy I could not conclude.
Was seen by a promising and decent bud,
Young and charming, was with new blood.
Was spellbound with the emotional flood,
But the master of smile was not disturbed.
** ** **
I tactfully came near the flower,
Carefully heard flower’s whisper.
‘No specific time, to be happy and gay,
Let us smile, don’t care what others’ say.
Be gentle, always care and never hurt,
Even unknowingly anybody’s heart.
If cannot dry, then wipe others’ tears,
God cares him, who for others cares.
One can never stitch others’ lips,
But our ears can refuse to listen.
Never try to find, everywhere reason,
None knows when doom will sprinkle ,
On the planet you have little time to twinkle.’
Carefully I heard, flower’s words,
Quickly and silently went away.
On my own way, with joy and gay,
Treasure I wanted to display just today.
I also started marrying at a distant place,
Quick, swift and booming at elegant pace.
People looked at my passion and face,
Apparently this zeal they wanted to embrace.
Each wanted to know the reason,
Why my heart is flying like pigeon.
I replied,
I will tell you everything.
Before evening,
But first you smile, dance and sing.
Peaceful and joyful stride, spread in far side,
Smile is not less than divinity, thus all obliged.
Every body eyed, joined and no one denied,
Prayed to God, let this movement be worldwide.
9. Beauty of black
I like black pen, black ink.
Black glass and black drink.
Black dress suits me,
White things uproots me.
Death in black never kills me,
The black race thrills me.
The black sky, is favourite my,
I see that with black eye.
The black stars and black Sun,
Always come to me for fun.
I wish to see black everywhere.
As my beloved have
Black eyes and long black hair.
10. Lady, Baby and Hero
Behind a successful man,
There is a great lady.
Also a naughty baby,
One tries to cool him,
Other makes him crazy.
In life man remains in puzzle,
In continuous state of struggle.
Whole the world may oppose,
Determined man tries to see through,
With strength of two.
In eyes lady may have tears,
Baby may have ambitions.
Further the most critical decisions,
Are boldly taken,
With logic and reasons.
It is very true,
Individually man may be zero,
However lady and baby makes him hero.
11. Desire of lamp
Astonishingly everyone gauged,
I also paused.
To witness,
Lamp’s extraordinary feat,
In the Sun in open street.
Lamp was generating the light and heat,
For a moment I thought.
Lamp is foolish and out of wit,
There was no necessity to waste the resources,
From all the sources.
Everyone gave lamp a hint,
You don’t have boundless mint.
Be calm and don’t sprint,
Don’t go for momentary glint.
The lamp did not mind,
Pursued his own interest.
Very quickly he wanted to,
Touch the crest.
Lamp replied,
''I know
More and more I can glow.
More I will grow,
Light I can bestow,
To and fro.
All will appreciate
My estate . ''
But lamp did not realize,
The Sun is infinite,
And lamp is naught.
Here,
To Sun and lamp,
Even foolish will not compare.
Lamp was fully determined,
As it has infinite strength.
Oil is more than sufficient,
And wick is excess in length.
With full might,
It was spreading light.
Thus noticed by everyone,
Lamp’s light will never be noticed in the Sun.
Slowly and slowly wick burnt,
Oil also dried.
For lamp unexpected situation arrived,
There was no drop of oil even on last stride.
The young burning wick,
Just transformed to an old mature lady.
Which few moments before was a bride,
Truth was open and wide.
Now lamp felt, his ego has lied,
He was in state of lost pride.
Something lamp learnt,
I hear sighs with weeping eyes,
Without wick lamp is worthless,
Lamp has lost what was priceless.
Without wick,
Lamp may soak oil more or small,
Will not burn at all,
In plane or near wall.
Then it will not be lamp,
But a simple pot.
With a black spot,
Of importance naught.
Anyhow lamp did realize,
That it has lost the asset.
Then tried to become smart and wise,
Assessing its size.
It was too late,
No body gave the date,
This was lamp’s state.
For lamp that has,
Deliberately burnt and blackened his face.
In room there was no place,
Was completely out of race.
Now lamp cries,
Filled with dead insects and flies.
Let no one,
Should do what I have done.
I heard, thought, and thought,
Now lamp has lost its identity,
There is no doubt.
I recall lamp’s tale,
Which was now pale.
The purpose of telling story of lamp,
Is not to make one damp.
Also not to harm,
But warn.
So that one may not proceed on lamp’s track,
Becomes black.
Ended up as a wacky,
And shaky.
The resources are precious,
Don’t spoil,
Becoming over ambitious.
Lamp became unnecessarily tougher,
Mistake is done by moments,
But centuries suffer.
12. Half and double
Face every obstacle,
Remaining completely stable.
Cruel time,
May continue the crime.
It may be clear to everyone,
If there is no night,
There will not be importance of the Sun,
Think for a while,
These are only tears,
Which increase importance of smile.
Everyone knows,
Way to gain starts from point to loose.
As to be crowned like martyr,
Neck must kiss the noose.
Before one attains perfection,
Gets many unpleasant news.
Hence,
Word to success is,
Approach with confidence.
Move and march ahead,
As obstacle reduces to half seeing raised head.
Seeing you down pulled,
Obstacle gets doubled
13. Hangman or valentine man
O Hangman !
Listen before the ultimate bang.
Turn my plank towards house of my love,
Nothing can be said over and above.
Also allow me to close eye,
But don’t ask why.
I wish to imagine,
And listen.
What is imagined and listened,
Long time ago.
To and fro,
With grief and glow.
Those old diaries,
And memories.
Wish to feel,
And golden leaves.
Wants to steal.
** ** **
If you bring love’s actual picture,
Then I will be grateful,
As moments are very fateful.
Then I will ask,
For little more task.
From my face,
Remove the black mask.
And as much as you wish,
Appear to be dangerous.
You can torture very much,
For me it would be thriller.
I will regard you love deity,
However others,
Call you immoral and hired killer.
You kill without enmity,
Just for penny.
If you can bring my love in person,
I will regard you God of Gods.
Don't allow situation to worsen,
In these moments of extreme frustration.
O Hangman !
At last moments.
Can you facilitate visual union?
With companion.
It will remove stigma on your job,
You will be hero of the mob.
Around the globe,
While entering death chamber,
I will smile not sob.
And in your honor and praise,
I will sing a song,
Very long.
You may pull the plank early or prolong.
After death I will celebrate your birth day.
As the Valentine day.
Just possible all over the world.
People may call Hangman,
The generous Valentine man.
14. Invisible Queen
Earlier there was laughter,
And then uproar.
Followed by frightening of mighty death,
''Be ready
I am coming after an hour,
To take my flower.
You may meet him,
You may talk to him,
And walk to him.
After I own,
Everything I will ban. ''
Every family member,
Trembled with fear.
As death is near,
Every head rolled like sphere.
What to do,
Time is little.
Situation is brittle,
They decided to fight the battle.
Consoled each other,
Not to worry.
Thought of taking help of
Black magic or sorcery,
So that death may be tamed to misery.
After an hour,
Death did appear.
Fell in sorcerer's trap,
Who hit death with
Black magic strap.
For death this was hell,
What a unusual spell.
Death’s arms and feet were tied,
Noose was around the neck.
Death has no check,
Even breathing was denied.
Death was beaten with rods and sticks,
And thrashed stones and bricks.
Rods and bones were broken,
Death was completely shaken.
There was tremendous pain,
Both on body and brain.
Whom to complain,
Free death was caught,
In chain.
Death was bleeding ,
And breathing very fast,
As has suffered severest blast.
** ** **
Death was very lucky,
As poet walked around.
What has happened,
He has found.
Looking at the poet,
Violent people ran away.
Hence none was in fray.
Poet wiped,
Blood from her cheeks.
And tears from eyes,
But could not stop
The silent cries.
On death's lips smile appeared,
As someone on earth cared.
Death said, ''Thank you very much,
As poet gave motherly touch. ''
Poet asked,
' What happened,
How are you wounded.''
Death said,
'' I gave them warning,
Before final mourning.
So that they may meet for last time,
And it was not crime.
I wanted to see,
Their final get together,
But proved a nightmare. ''
Poet said
'' Taught since childhood,
With bad people,
Don’t behave good. ''
Death said
'' See the effect,
And its impact.
I cannot forget this session,
After this crusade,
I need first aid. ''
Then poet saw,
A approaching auto rickshaw.
Poet took death to hospital,
For treatment.
Everything was quick,
And urgent.
Death's recovery was magical.
The bones and limbs,
Became as good as original.
But there persisted,
Problem definitely psychological.
And treatment was local.
Poet persuaded and applauded,
''Mighty Death,
You have power to be,
Invisible and visible.
Then always proceed in invisible mode,
Do your work.
And return to your abode,
When on mission,
Always silently walk,
And never talk.
What other do,
You should know.
But what you do,
It should not be known to your friend.
Not to speak of foe,
If you proceed otherwise,
It will add to your woe.’’
Then death replied
''Thank you poet,
You not only,
Nicely treated me.
Also I am well advised,
Hence obliged.''
Poet said
''As you are my rarest guest,
Hence I did my best. ''
Death thanked,
And became invisible.
Then poet heard feeble sound,
And death was not found.
Poet went to that street,
Where death was thrashed,
And smashed.
Someone all of sudden cried.
That a young person had died.
Then poet heard,
Few words.
''Dear poet, as token of gratitude,
I have been booked house.
In my best garden,
Whenever you feel like come,
Without informing anyone.
Death will refrain
Everything you will ascertain ''
After this death became,
Silent and invisible,
As its visible form is not admissible.
After this death was never seen.
Poet named her invisible queen.
15. Desire of Sea
This vast sea,
Often appears to speak to me.
That I too have sensation,
But have a serious limitation.
I cannot go,
To and fro.
Pleasurably I want to see,
Each garden and the oldest tree.
Great saints and scientists,
Small sheds and historical monuments.
Mature writers and master musicians,
Hapless voters and crooked politicians.
Smiling flowers and shying buds,
Teaching teachers and reading kids.
Happiness of marriage and birth,
Sadness of death.
These feelings also arise,
In my heart I tell you the truth.
My thoughts wander,
On the earth why I am a wonder.
I am annoyed with God,
That I am the most hapless creature.
In this world made by nature,
With inauspicious feature.
Needless to tell you,
I can only look to and fro.
God has given me nothing to move,
Thus I cannot go.
And has fixed my boundary,
On each side of the shore.
Some time I become angry and roar,
And don’t give warning before.
My wrath causes devastation,
Even in whole nation.
** *** **
If you could show me,
All these sceneries and landscapes on the earth.
If so then it would be,
My new birth.
I will be grateful to you,
I will bestow.
With happiness and mirth,
Also my gems, pearls and endless wealth.
Till today poet begged from the many with eager,
But it was a surprise bigger.
Beyond measure,
That sea was begging from beggar.
There may be king or queen,
Seen or unseen,
Big or small.
Alone or all,
Of any age,
Everyone becomes beggar at one stage.
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