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.