DAUGHTER

Two rolling eyes
Catching sweetness
With lovely pie

The moment came
In frozen time
Chirping of dime

Hopping popping
All day around
Sleepy fairy
Daughter sound

Three little baskets
A jewel full casket
Barbie, Prince and castle

Play thy kingdom
Pupil of my eyes
In star lit night

How can I live
The reality of dream
Bereaved!
When I see you
In marriage gown

You are not
So grown up my dear
Lovely little daughter
To leave a Father, wailing
At dawn of the day

Streak Of tears
Surged the whole of night
Rilled across sticky memoir!

HOUSE RENT

Forces rained in array
Prowled inadvertently
Intention devoid
For a house rent

The drops sipped down
Through the cracks
Somewhere, from
The top of the roof

An empty house it was
Without an electricity
Floor only as bed
A bowl and a glass of 
Half filled microbial water

Surety presented itself, with 
Less than the bare minimum
Name only remained to be read aloud
In a future plaque hung around

Oxygen also got a rust
In trust of its 
Open heart-beat.

What was so offbeat 
In esoteric language there
Was I in pain here!!

UPSTAIRS

Dragging the feet upstairs
Nonchalantly the steps drove
Towards the edge of the railing
To the top story building
Stretching my hands sideways
Measuring the depth of the wind
How can I fathom the weightlessness of the wings
This was not the length Of my legs
Which dragged me here
How is it that mind got its wings
And the body remained so.

DEBRIS OF DEATH

Life was partaken
By the flow,
The thread of
A single breath.
Does the beginning
Have a choice!
Does it arise from
The debris of death!

RISE

Energy got pulverized
Under the crush of defeat
Rise O Man, Rise!
Nothing stays here,
But the eternal flow
The garnish of love.
When the world sleeps
Love dream peeps.
Nowhere the word 'hell'
Comes, but in the dictionary
Heaven is always clear
Bright and dear.
Envisioning this all
Emaciated bones clanked:
Why the far sound resonate
In tinkle of the bell.
Rise O Man, Rise!

PULL OF PAIN

Thunder sipped
Below the spine, in
Dark night divine
No one barring
Me and he, was
Playing the game
Smashing the light, and
Pulling the pain

POWER OF LOVE

Keeping my distance awake
To feel denigration of the
Uprooted and truncated lot
The table, the chair
The glass, the plate;
Dining decoration
In conference room.
And the warm smell of
Prepared meal.
Who licks the saliva
In presence of
My unbecoming.
A drop glistened with tears
Fell down
The floor below.
Was it me, or the
The wooden furniture
Who urged me something
By the power of HIS love!