EMPTY HAPPINESS

When in the state of nullness,
the mind enjoys the empty happiness,
when struck with pure loneliness,
and unaware of any alertness,
when alongwith the world is silent,
with thoughts nil but calmness affluent.

Sorrows are forgotten theyre none,
wondering along, the pain is numb,
with a wink the world smiles,
like a fading flower time flies,
as the soul cheers in futile joyfulness,
the pain fades in empty happiness.

THE CLOWN

Thundering applause and frolicking hands,
clapping with might to the Clown's stance.
Whistling and jumping and laughing too aloud,
the people enjoy the Joker's stroll.
He hops and jumps and acts insane,
he juggles and smuggles and knocks the cane.

The troubled face beneath the mask,
works bemusedly on his task.
The earnest eyes in the painted face,
misty and weak,struggle to gaze.
Those poor eyes envisage love,
he doesn't find it,it isn't there.
Thundering applause and frolicking hands,
clapping with might to the Clown's stance.

DELILAH

Flowers swayed with raging envy,
saw her Delilah, her lascivious beauty.
The wind kissed her face with glee,
the luscious hair emblazoned her pretty.

Her swollen eyes vigorated with love,
her lusty lips twirled, smiled as a dove.
He was here, her brawny Samson,
sprung up, ran to him in jubilation.

Embraced him, kissed him, tears fell,
rubbed his shaved head, trembled, chill.
He felt her moistened cheeks, hard,
saw her eyes, blind, shackled and snarled.

Tears flooded, her troubled cheeks shivered,
saw him mocked, hit and kicked.
Inconsolable, grieved, heavy hearted she ran.
They all fell and her lover Samson.

Heart broken, guilty, suffocated,
she wept bitterly, filled with hatred.
Flowers swayed with benign pity,
saw her Delilah, her lascivious beauty.

Roses are red and they sway

Roses are red and they sway
they see you down, fallen astray
why would they care, why should they
you're just another guy fallen as their prey

Roses are red and they sway
look at you petty boy,broken and gray
they're roses arrogant red flowers
they l mock at your fallacious veneers

Roses are red and they sway
unconcerned and pitiless all the way
stinking rotten fool they say
will never learn until you burn away.

ROSES

Roses are red and they sway,
as the wind sweeps, along the way.
Immaculate,attractive,pretty and serene,
scent of the roses arouses soul within.
Tender and brittle the flowers smile,
i want them now,for every while.

The shrub is tall,the heart wilts,
bleeds,cries and yearns to reach.
The rose espies with earnest eye,
unabled in deed,disabled to try.
Trials fail the feeble mind,
destiny smirks,couldnt be kind.

SALESMAN

As the train halts, the salesman jumps,
just as us all but with aplomb.
Not aspiring to sit,his day begins,
and would last until the crowd thickens.
With gentle confidence the man thunders,
justifying his meek product's wonders.
Prying for a noble consumer,
his twinkling eyes and legs wander.
As noone buys his amazing product,
he ponders on,mighty confident.
As you feel for the unpriveleged chap,
he is not finished with his balderash.
Then the trains halts,the salesman jumps,
just as us all but with more aplomb.

MOURN IN SILENCE

Rain drops fall on the pristine leaves,
In the forest among the fallen heaves.
The whoosh of the wind awakens the slumber,
Melodious birds along with rain's shudder.
The leaves grow and woods fragrance,
The painted flowers grow in abundance.

Spring fades as autumn dawns,
Green leaves transfigure into brown.
The sun sets in the wake of night,
Time beckons the leaves flight.
Then golden shoots fall into darkness,
The arid tree but only wonders.
Yearns to cry abhorring the stance,
But only mourns in silence.

AS THE FLAG UNFURLS, OUR TRICOLOUR

As the flag unfurls,our Tricolour,
Surmounting glory flutters in wonder.
The tears,the cries of countless women,
Martyrdom of innumerable men.
Priceless sacrifice of selfless millions,
Precious blood of courageous Indians.
Unbearable pain of tyrannical slavery,
The love for mother entangling bravery.
The vehemant thirst for independance,
Of great men for their mothers son's.
Arise,salute,honour and remember,
As the flag unfurls,our Tricolour.

JUST ANOTHER DAY

Another day to live,
With or without any will.
Another day to breathe,
Fresh air breeze.
Another day to smile,
Or cry for a while.
Another day to try,
Or wonder if I.

Another day to see,
Another day to feel,
Beautiful minds and faces,
Dew in morn green grasses,
Sound of the flowing rivers,
Life in coloured flowers.
And another birthday,
Just another day.

THE RIVER

The river runs along the slope 

Calm and serene with all the hope 

Flowing waters sound magical whispers 

Reeds, algae and the lustrous wonders 

Delirious birds serenade the trees 

That sway gently in the cool breeze 

Sunlight shines on the morning dew 

As the rain falls, leaves grow anew 

The river flees away from the slope 

Runs on, dreams, brimmed with hope 

What does it want, why does it bleed?

Would it get that in the lonely field?

Happiness eludes along the way 

But bursts over in the final day 

Embraces them all, they're everywhere 

Those waves of love are only there

Lovers plight

Tears fall, shivering in the cold, 

Eyes reddened and hair ruffled. 

He looked at the sky,dark blue skies, 

Mist all around hassled those eyes. 

Wondered if the sun would appear, 

Thoughts aplenty, mind clouded murkier. 

Hurtful feelings scoffed at his resistance, 

Scorned the paucity of haughty confidence. 

 His love was betrothed to somebody else, 

Laughed at him, the unforgiving remorse. 

Words betrayed but not the eyes clamour, 

Could this moment burn away forever? 

Was it his fault or was it hers? 

Some feeble mind whispered neither's.