My dreams ordered to be contempt of smudge,

At night I slip out it, as if light is baffled before it is lightened

Flower blooms, and its spreading is crumpled,

Before it gets fully bloomed, in realm of life and speculation,

The vision of dream is disposed to the risk of splaying me,

That only talks of old words, again and again.

When like machines, it displaced order of gravity,

and my close relations disagree with me, in rows of

Replacement, as I have no right to choose, right is theirs,

They say, to repair the dead relations, I use one outdated device,

And they declare me  a patient, not right

To have sense, and have no monitoring program,

As smooth as moonlight reflecting deepest white, to

Act in right direction of benefits of others, who can carry

Sword to cut my desire, denying  sunrays’ protection to me,

No longer can I press them to work for right direction, as I feel it,

They live in the shade of house of sand, and I feel their paper thrust,

That does not know all will be cut off in one scissor’s click.



Every day this world wakes with morning,

Sleeps with evening, life just borrowing

Spells of activity, from singing of birds,

Energy from the sun, the animals in tirades

Of our significant search to know and

Use them for our benefit and all pearls

Those are white selection of our dear ones,

And dream of our life has some barrenness

As harvesting is not all time business,

As we prefer for the attainment,

When dear ones are for performance

Shaky shoulders with orange eyes,

Slim hands giving feeling of purple innocence.


We have rooms, we have skin,

We have perfume, we have Milky Way,

We live with performance, daily movements

Appearing before world zoo with consciousness.


Villagers waiting

For realizing Mother Goddess,

Between human and God


Autumn evening,

Mother Goddess Durga,

Arriving home.


In Cyclone Phailin

Cloud pours incessant rain,

Anxious waiting


Devi Durga, our

Mother Goddess triumphant lord,

Time of celebration.


Goddess of autumn,

Women folk are greeting,

Blowing of conches.


Whistling sound

Creating musing weather

Blowing through tongue


Of women folk

Resting on long journey

Gets relief of pains


Idol Goddess Durga

Village temple in connection

With divine feeling.