Although
Dipped and merged
In the dire darkness,
He is the one
Who is busy-
Building up a world
Of light and delight,
Pondering over the dreams
That might bring laughter
In million lives,
......
Life's golden hours take one through so many,
Our footsteps echoing through time's hallways.
Peach dawn through sunset, legs running plenty,
Like brilliant seasons searching for always!
In and out of each other's lives we turn,
Touched with puzzlement by each mystery,
And with our heart's passions slowly we burn,
'Til glowing sunset years' tinged memory!
......
Have you ever
Soothed the pain
Of the weary?
Have you ever
......
I have traveled so far
See and felt so spar.
Through the invisible map
rode the horses of the land
no time to lend a hand.
It seemed so fast
clearly not to last.
A divertion of a thought
premeditated or fought.
Most times a spectator
......
To write a poem
Is a task-
Not so easy as making a cup of tea
Nor so difficult as breaking a fence
To set a prisoner free.
But it is as good as breaking a way
Into the most mysterious cave
......
I have traveled so far
See and felt so spar.
Through the invisible map
rode the horses of the land
no time to lend a hand.
It seemed so fast
clearly not to last.
A divertion of a thought
premeditated or fought.
Most times a spectator
......
The other day I met-
A sad looking poet
Walking swift, very fast
Along the railway track.
I just moved ahead,
......
A poet is but
A God in disguise,
Who creates -
Worlds new and alive
Without borders,
States alien and neighbouring
Without wars,
......
A poet
Is someone who
Lives in the mortal world
But loves the immortals,
A poet
Is someone who
Lives in whirlpools of Intolerances
But loves to understand,
......
A poet
Is someone
Who, adds a new page
To the writing pad of loving hearts
Who, have undergone erotic lethargy
......