poem

In the cold water of the lake, 

You steady your hands,

My body trembled,

From the edge of that calm water,

A cold wind began to blow.


Waves started running in the water,

Received your soft touch,

Don't know what happened in that forest,

The pole star rose above.


A sweet music began to play, 

It resonated in the sky, on the earth,

A warmth began to rise,

What are you elusive?

Touched me to the depths.


Arise in the mind,

Do not hold the wind in the arms,

By attain tactile pleasure,

A fire will burn.


Peacock is made of feathers,

Why did you show the lovely rainbow?

Limit draws the line of fire,

The mind says let's touch them.

This life is only for a moment, and it may not be so,

It is now and will remains so better,

There may be many dawn and dusk, 

You have seen beautiful dreams.


The restriction of the body on the mind is not realized,

It may not be so tomorrow,

But, if there is a bright sun, 

After such a day there will be a cold night.


You let the open air flow,

Don't stop their paths,

Here loneliness also exists,

Let them also say something.


There is a gap between us,

Let it be right now,

May the moments to come,

What goes nowhere may not be our way,

With discriminatory facts -

We have no relation.

Blooming flowers also have colours,

But without you that fragrance, 

A hesitation is among us,

If you say I will break it,

Walk hand in hand, / Let us turn our paths.


Attraction in the form of you, the arrival of thoughts in the mind,

The deep feelings hidden in the 

waves of the breath,

The pull in the hands of love, 

Me and you at the ends of invisible threads.


A seductive moment between us, 

Some near you and some near me, 

The wind blows in the gardens, 

Drowned in love and happens thirst for love.



Knock on the door during the night,

Automatically closing and 
opening the door, 

Creates doubts in the mind, 

At first you remembered, 

I thought of you then, 

Didn't know there would be some deceit, 

Looked out that, there was a gust of wind.


How steady was that cloud, 

The captivating mascara on beautiful eyes, 

That full moon so quietly, 

With great hypnosis.

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The soft sound of your footsteps,

Suddenly walks feet,

I can't live,

Without seeing your face.

Only by making life,

The work is not completed of God, 

He creates a variety of life, 

A unique life apart from the crowd in the crowd.

Some say form keeps changing, 

But what doesn't change here? 

After being hidden all night - Day comes again.

Body and mind are together, 

Living together throughout life. 


Love has bound you,

The arms haven't bound you, 

You met me on that shore, 

Where the other shore was near. 

A new gleam in the eyes too, 

Like a sun mirror on the form, 

The sailor with the boat,

He's showing the way,

Now there's no obstacle ahead, 

It's too easy to cross.


Tell yourself how?

Can one flow without water? 

Eyes without seeing you,

How long can it be closed? 

Different but in the heart, 

Remember in all times,

Since the first meeting -

The world has changed.

It was evening that day,

So the mind was alone,

True beautiful dreams happened, 

As soon as you met me,

The air changed,

The fragrance dissolved in the breath.

We both went along,

The weather was with us,

The sky was clear far and wide, 

The beautiful was with us,

The moon came and the moonlight came,

Happiness found a new aura,

Then clouds came to see us, 

Water also rained from above, 

Wet clothes tied the body, 

Soft smiles stirred the mind, 

Went all night in talks, 

Looked in front, it was morning standing.


Reflection of a distant tree, 

Water running down the slope, 

Trailing rain trails behind, 

Before the common people can see,

Signs of walking on different ways,

Two lovers but one love.

Wet earth and slippery,

It was necessary to walk,

To meet again -

To be separated was a compulsion.

Went on self way,

Night was visible on the face. 

No one could know my meeting, 

The footprints of the secret have been revealed,

Together but the identity is different.

Found you again,

Becoming a friend of the heart, 

My lotus in front of me,

Washed in dew,

Looking for something, 

Thinking about something late, 

Breaking straws without reason, 

Something unknown with fingers  Adding up,

More in itself,

Manifested but lost.

Life as if confused,

Phases like instability. 

The season is autumn,

Wearing clothes of spring,

A smile like this -

A bud will bloom like a flower, 

Is it awakening or is it a dream!

Or any mode of sleep,

The sight showing this,

Or any new creation of nature.

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The birds are completely drenched,

Drops of water are dripping from every leaf of the tree,

The nests are in trouble,

The birds are still chirping, 

Speaking whole-heartedly,

As if this  Getting wet in the weather -

He likes it very much.

The water under the tree is thinking,

The leaf or the water are both from nature,

But the conditions are different,

One is flowing and one is swinging attached to the branch.

A girl was watching all this from the window of her house, 

A cold wind was blowing when the rain stopped,

He was missing her,

At last he came to visit her, 

The boy carried a garland of fragrant flowers with him,  

Had brought,

He decorated that garland in the girlfriend's hair,

The boy had to return early for a necessity,

He asked permission,

He got permission and left from there.

Flowers were flowers after all, 

The flowers withered,

But her nights are fragrant with her fragrance -

Still fragrant,

The meeting of both hands, 

Still is the jewel of a flower, 

Is the ring of love, 

Is the world of love, 

Wrapped in waves of remembrance.

In that boy's town,

At the turn of a street,

There was a big tree,

Of fragrance,

One night by a fierce thunderstorm,

Almost the whole city went out of power,

He was coming from somewhere, 

He stood stoically,

Then the fragrance tree told the address of his house.

One day the girl went to that tree, asked her name, 

And asked will you come to my house?

The tree said take me home.

The wind tied his horse there, 

The day used to stay there and talk to the clouds.

After a few days that house was sold,

The fragrance tree too,

They went away,

To other people. 

High roof-on-ceiling, 

Floor-on-floor,

The wind carried its vehicle, 

The clouds went away angrily, 

The Fragrance Tree Withered.


Now in that city,

At the turn of the same street, 

During the day and sometimes even at night,

For a small tree with innumerable flowers,

People stop,

To know the address.

Away from the greenery,

In the multitude of buildings, 

People don't want to live, 

Because that's no longer a tree, 

There is no that fragrance,

It still rains,

But that's not the view,

Those birds families are not here.

Whatever but in hearts,

There is love for nature, 

Science suggests,

There can be greenery in the house too,

Proven -

Love can flourish anywhere.

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