Devi Durga, we are all in Her praise,

We never see Her in war field,

But she is always in her warring mood,

Valiant, silent, Her pride to be savior,

As if, She is in the mood of silence,

After the demon, Asura, accesses to defeat,

His eyes caught in fearful lesson,

He watches Her, our eternal savior,

We pray for Her way to be our way,

No violence, only coolness to be considered

As way we can hold it all time in our eyes.



Can I travel with this cloud?

Can I touch peak of this cliff?

Can I touch tips of baby paddy plants?

Can I hover with freedom of a connoisseur?


Vast green field has opening of breathing

For life and it is the source of surmounting savior,

Fear of termination does not bother

Whether it does actually occur.


Of the unexplored parameters of the sky,

It is one sense of motivation and salvation,

Love goes with sense of traverse of perseveration

Above the source of magnitude of creation.


Mind has no bound of thinking great

It has time sequence we experience

With our life and tenacity of concord

Of forbearance and sacrifice for existence.


Freedom is only a window,

Its shutters are to be shut if staining smell

Comes from outside, it is happening around,

Coerced by simple game of power struggle.


It is the earth that contains many concepts,

We cannot fathom all those beauties

Because we are not in the form of totality,

Yet we survive because we patiently dethrone anxiety.





I am in quest of love and hug, that goes into an end,

For quirky temptation, sickled in greed and security,

I am told that marriage is a duty, maintaining a family is

Life time courtesy that cannot be rattled, either by

Denouncing or renouncing that may rustle quagmire.

I am blitzed more than what it actually happens.

Obeying dance and dine with channel of familial life,

Apathy comes truer than what a stranger can expect.

Far behind, neglect is unfurled, I feel some strangeness,

All people under the same roof, except a little child, lay out

Swords to saddle me for a cut in the war of selfishness,

For thirty five years, I make trade, yet cannot meltdown war.


I carry the storm across my home to the town, cannot

Unfold my mind to others who walk away, as I roam.





Mind grows

With imagination

Like vibration of air

When a plane passes

Through it, recreating

Viscosity and flowing.


After the breathing scathe,

Heart gets replacement

Joining vein to vein

Moving of blood

Obeying principle of

Cells and life cycle,

Before and after.


Splitting dreams

Get repairs by mind’s nucleus,

We cannot snatch

Freedom of mind,

As wave of dreams

Moves like air encircling

The speeding plane

Through it, aerial promise,

Joining and rejoining of

Time and motion.



Life does not need sanction,
Every walking passes over bridges,
We perform in one concord,
Footsteps are like sounds of rainfall.

We come to work for pictures,
Searching every corner for future,
Divergent peers call for wining rays,
Our eyes are catching filming objects.

We run with caller tunes for hope,
For that we use smart phones,
To have sect of wining mirage,
We make truce with it for real.

Every bridge has many shapes,
We walk for gaining at every step,
We train our bids for getting real,
With no haze, and bridges to prevail.