Category Archives: urban life

If I would be rich enough

 

Today I walked down a round around the city
Through the rhythm of Tao like a deep tube,
Gazing and enjoying the game of puppy
While I got back there’s a tinge of moonlit only.
And think twice about the future of the doggy hoods
That gave rise an idea, If I would be a rich enough
I’ll create a sanctuary for the street dogs
Where they can enjoy their instinctive drift
That has been shattered by the name of humanity!

20th November, 2016

 

In this rainy eve

 

 

Unstoppable raining
Yet a long drought in heart
Bought longing bikes have been abandoned today
Hangout stories in our lost café staring eyes still….
How they vanished so fluently?
I believe you wrote down all of it!
Through your fervent enthusiasm once a tedious night
Turned into a full moonlight, I can still remember that
Never thought about the mystery
That made me so happy!
Today you’ve also faded away into the rain
Perhaps you took a refuge under the grove
Where I once listened your cadence carefully
While the whole city is inundated by the flood water
Please come and joint with me dear!!

 

5th July, 2016

 

I know why my life is so beautiful

I know why my life is so beautiful
People want to know my livelihood?
I answer them the truth
They want to know more about me?
I reply them this is only my mind
I live only with the joy of mind!

An intellectual who always think he is the genius only
Always tend to find out my flaws
He asked me reversely,
Why are you so supple?
I answered him, it is the reflection of my mind
Cause I’m made up with the mud of my mind
That’s why I’m so soften!

A cunning beard person always give me the sermons
And say to me, righteousness brings serenity
I replied him, I only believe in the purity of mind
Cause through this mind I see, hear
That’s why I know why my life is so beautiful!

29th June, 2016

At last end of the eve

 

At last end of the eve, self have been sacrificed
Now I became joyous like the Earth.
In mirth sometimes I lied across the rivers
Where the history dance between the grasses
And again touch the sky and the sun
Without squinting while gazed
Yet the tears dripping down
And reminds me that, I was a being once!
Rising from the Pacific aftermath
Seeing the rain-forest, give rise a feelings of delta
Cause once I was moving around the silted land.
While I reach to the Himalaya as a big bird
And become a not-self while meditate
Then again I enter into the realm of music
Give rise the feelings of musician
Whilst I had a Garth of notes!!
And lit the torch of music,
In the Olympic!

26th June, 2016

Watery

 

I’m sorrow-less
……………….
Goalless
….. not amazed by phenomenon
Yet decorate the phenomenon within serene.
No suffering, no pain
Cause I’m comfortably wise!
Or terribly fool in open eyes!!
I’m the mine’s
………Only accompany
I can create the bliss
Through the on going windmill.
Keep my body-clock
Within sharp scrutiny.
You cant see my wrinkles
Cause my Maya is a bit murky.
I’m addicted with matchbox……
Knowing to burn if needed…….
Annihilate the gusty signal 10
Keep me relax within being cowardice
Thus I’m brave
Literally watery!

18th June, 2016

 

Matte

Today would be the last dawn of  Simon’s matteer

Though his feelings more into this city in which he once belonged to

Today would be the last reckoning as the brightness always fades away

Shall the city what he knows as home waiting for him in impromptu?

 

The remnant of a family, ramshackle rooms and the alluding intensifying memories

All reminds a purity that could happen in future serenity

The windowpanes, curtains, scatter tubs and towels

All are weeping silently and waiting for a sweet calamity

 

Don’t grief said by a bunch of a grief tourist of the walls

As they gather, gathered in a swarm into that last count

The poet Simon looked a far where the lane ended

Thinking of his son and wife as the ticking mounted

 

30th May, 2016

I touched you with my crude hand

I touched you with my crude hand
Knowing the filthiness of it’s prejudice.
And now the life which is evolving
Throughout the uncolored horizon,
Nothing could stop it, except
The insipid cup of tea of our dreamy belongings
Which fabricating the sanctitude even more.
Surely hinted by you!
Yet the blue sky spread out a star fair here
Musing for an inexplicable incorporeal goddess.
Hence, I would turned to be a woman again
To see the comedy instead of tragedy!!