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I haven’t seen her face
Still I am in race
Prayed God for his grace
I must find her or trace

What a magical pull?
There prevails complete lull
Cool breeze laden with heavy dews
I wait for her creation to review

She is really a spell bound
Fragrance of flower and nature’s sweetness found
It looks so logical and sound
I feel she is somewhere around

Lovely site with beautiful creations
To the point with no more questions
It is an end for earnest quest
She is with me by a simple request

Her gesture and feelings are very warm
I have found her without any harm
I can feel the pulse of her heart beats
She is in creations with unsurpassable feats

Where will I really find?
Hear her words so kind
What is actually worrying my mind?
She is virtual heavenly gift for blind

How to sing song in her honor?
How to remain admirer and lover?
She is silent flow of the river
I am caught up with fragrance fever

She may not be near and to be seen
Her poems are spell bound with new scenes
It shall remain as precious treasure
I am elated with joy with no way to measure

I have determined to g it alone
My garden should not be devastated by cyclone
Let flowers of all colors boom
I shall sit and enjoy in room

Don’t stop your views to air
It may be totally unfair
I shall watch it to come through window
I have waited enough for it to allow

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Innocent smile

So nice and innocent smile
Spread wings just now for a while
Beautiful appearance like rose petals
Color so beautiful and fragrance on arrival

What a girl child has to speak?
All lovely tales smilingly with shining cheeks
Those lovely deep signs make magic spell
Everything is not going end so well

Just stepping in youth will invite problems
Starting of bad sign with all troubles
Anybody may try to take advantage
Luring from all directions to put in cage

Culprits may spread the dragnet
They will not allow her to know or let
It will be all swift and not to anybody’s knowledge
Black spots spread on all the golden pages

I wish her to spread wings
Dance in open and beautifully sing
Spread the message of love and invite
All scenes of glory and slowly light

Let her live in sweet memory
Enjoy innocent stage with no sorry
Let that lovely flower boom
Let there be no worry or room

If crushed before time may spell doom
Whole life may be overcastted with gloom
Happiness may never surface again
Flower may die it builds any chain

Let garden have thousand of flowers
All with its fragrance and shining colors
To enjoy the beauty from distance
Not to pluck or harm even at once

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I could explain

I wish I could better explain the term sorrow
Visualize and see the bright future for tomorrow
Why not be self independent rather than to borrow?
Walk with me for some distance with resolve to grow

I know love is heavenly sent gift
No scope for bitter feelings and rift
It can change foe to friends with complete shift
Life may boom with definite inspirational lift

One should have willingness to bow
I wonder and think but don’t ask how?
Things may develop and shape in its own way
Seek blessings and hope for shining ray

I never knew that I will be down with fever flu
Some magic thing like called ILU. (I love you)
To behave like cold person as simple dew
What a lovely feeling to be shared with only few?

God has created music with very good spell
Each may dance with joy and feel very well
Red cheeks may glow with bright sun shine
Feelings may run high without taking glass of wine

Little rise in palpitation but accept it with mild smile
As if you have some treasure in hand for while
Why does not it happen to walk for an extra mile?
Will this actually happen or remain in book or file?

I may have earnest desire to feel its pulse
What more I should have or feel for anything else?
It has great impact of attraction and magnetic pull
Heart is filled with love and life is not dull

I need not go on roof top and explain conduct
What is happening around may be universal fact?
Does this happen to all? I hide the face and feel very shy
I shouldn’t question how it happened and why?

Everybody does have simple way to feel
You may have great joy when you steal
Heart may have all the joy to fill
Does that happen at anybody’s will?

No one can put it improper way
No matter how do you feel or say
It is really matter of great pride
You should not conceal it or hide

It is happening at appropriate time and place
Once you are in then no one can replace
It is flowing in two ways direction
Beautiful feeling arise in every move or action

I must preserve it as holy feelings of its kind
Nothing should bother and no flaws to find
Why not express openly with happiness and joy
Must bear the happiness with smile and fully enjoy

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Beauty

Learned poets have said “beauty is to enjoy”
Like fresh flowers always give you joy
Don’t attempt to pluck or destroy
Not to play with it as simple toy

Thing of beauty is joy for ever
Ever lasting and fading never
Liked by eyes and smelt by nose
Fresh fragrance of flower always like rose

Is beauty confined to physical appearance?
Does inner beauty find no substance?
Is that looking so important and imposing?
No matter whether it denied or trust reposing?

Beauty not to be taken from sex point of view,
It is acknowledgement of grace and dews
what matters most is simple praise and fact?
Leaving behind all games and not to look suspect

Even God is given another name for beauty
Universal acknowledgement for kindness but not pity
We al raise out hands for its grace
Meet all with happiness and embrace

There lies beauty in all the objects around
Happiness and joy is everywhere found
This speaks good and seems so sound
Love spell all over and relations are bound

It may not spread hatred but only brotherhood
It may not confine to area or only neighborhood
It has its own role to play and not hide
Everything so open and nothing to confide

History may not repeat that the bloody wars were fought
Beauty has always ruled and cooperation sought
Queens, princess were married for the sake of peace
Not to shed blood but for stability and life at ease

We may not undermine the essence of beauty
Protect it from further harm and consider it as duty
Let us praise and preserve it as God’s gift
No fight, no tension and with out any rift

We may not get chance to prove anywhere
There is slight ray of hope somewhere
It is always to be seen and understood
Love serves as supplement to energy and food

No one has been able to define what is love?
What is its origin and how it affects nerve?
Why person loose concentration and go for it
Why path is clearly seen even if path is dimly lit

Love is simple way of leading and sacrificing
It is got no comparison or tag for pricing
It happens just with the change of time and place
There is no room for competition or mad race

We shall see to it that it mushrooms
All flowers open up with booms
Fragrance add to beautiful scene
Nature at its best peak never seen

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For lovely child

It is deep love
For lovely child you have
Day and night she is in mind
Desperate bid but could not find

It makes to worry and cry
Thousands of questions asking me why
I earnestly set them aside and try
They come with vigorous attempts ad fly

I intoxicated enough to remain under spell
It did not work and went so well
I suffered a lot but couldn’t tell
The idea was not worth even to sell

The smile has gone away in desert
No flowers, no fragrance, no stage and no concert
I am depressed and feel no pulse
Many ideas try to kill but I vehemently repulse

Is that my intense love for lovely child?
Does that drive me restless and make blind?
I ache with severe pain and strike the head
I fear that without her I shall be declared dead

She is not near but I feel her close
I feel her presence and make no chase
She has made permanent stay and base
Smile comes back again on gloomy face

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A desire

I shall watch you grow
With the river to have natural flow
I get happiness as cheeks naturally glow
take care not to give me any blow

I shall bear none
as you are special some one
it is natural in mind to be borne
now it is definitely your turn

Garden is about to boom with fragrance
spray it with kindness at once
I feel happiness and certainly glance
bring it at my door ……..

I stand to loose for all the time to come
As you have chosen me not to welcome
But I shall always remain and enjoy
Your ardent lover and handsome boy

Keep me at one corner but don’t push
Don’t take hasty decision and rush
I shall watch you through thick bush
Little flower coming up in green lush

I shall and alone and enjoy from far
Love is not game or any war
It is beautiful union of two souls
How beautiful it would be if we observe as whole

I have no where to go
I shall not easily make it to forgo
Change and fate any how in life are welcome
I shall stand fool if i don't understand it at home

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I and melody

It always formed as basic in my mind
It is hunted not from the mind of the blind
With such questions in mind it needed an answer
It could be found from genuine friends who were fewer

How melody can enhance the music in poetry?
What can influence more in its earnest entry?
It all invaded mind and made me restless
I was to find an answer and genuinely trace

I had reminded friends on my being as an ordinary poet
I normally preferred to remain calm and quiet
But one of my poetess friends forced me to explain
What formed hard core, nice poem and free from any pain?

“Poetry is strong arm of an art”
She asserted it with confidence to look very smart
I had fined her interesting at the start
I found her in tune with poetry touch and very much part

I added mixture of both to form basic
It looks then melodious and classic
Where else was I to go and find?
When Melody was always there to find?

I was in mood to elaborate as she remained at heart
The poems were right means and purest form of an art
It was berthing and spreading fragrance all the times
I used to enjoy it and smelt most of the times

She was to complain that it was music in absence of tune
How can you claim it flawless, without weakness and immune?
I emphasized it to be divine melody
It was not in the hands of anybody

Art is always in pure form
Only you should stay inform
The love and art definitely are inborn
In absence it may stand as if torn

I told her to enjoy lovely evening
Have full faith in art with clear leaning
In end it was bound to be always winning
As the rays are bright and shining

I asked her to be always nice
Stand firm in her promise
Poetry should not face sudden demise
As it is heavenly and divine device

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Unaware of the fact

I am totally unaware of the fact
As why it has deserted me to act
Why no words are pouring in as it used to be?
Why do I feel so helpless and not free?

Yes it is God gift to have grip on writing
No reason can be advanced for sighting
Everything is just before the eyes
One may not depict correctly even if he tries

Of course they may be deeply lying in corner
It has to come out later or sooner
But it has got no use if untimely composed
It will be simply rejected and totally disposed

Words can’t flow until it has free message
Water can not flow in river until has the passage
The well has enough of water in the belt below
It will remain there as it is and not allow

As the fingers move on the head in hair rings
It may generate melody and words may try to sing
It will send pulses to and fro and resonance may start
Align all activities in one action with live active part

As the earth has become barren
It may need fall of rain even
Dry words may find new energy in roots
The greenery may come up for good scenes to put up

Find it not hard to come out the songs
They may come at right time and not at wrong
Your heart and mind may keenly exchange
It will have good synchronization and able to manage

It will have full sweetness and melancholy
The depth of it may be felt and enjoyed wholly
Let artificial things cover as pure illusion
Poetry may flow with natural tune without any confusion

Poems are not just free flow of words
They are holy words spoken by lords
Not everybody can pick it with intensity
Only good poet may find its full use and utility

It may face temporary setback sometimes
It has too some lean and bad times
It may loose sometimes rhythms and tunes
The creator (poet) should not worry over it and fume

Give it a full justice to come out with some reason
Nature too functions well with every season
How the flowers boom in different colors?
The spring has quality to offer more flavors

Don’t be upset if some time the door is locked
Don’t lament if it doesn’t come up and try to click
It will find its way when cuckoo breaks morning silence
Your mind will be fresh and free from being tense

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A beautiful Gul

Gul, Gul, Gul
You are so beautiful
Gul is flower in garden
I noticed it all of sudden

I found her up in the morning
Her rosy face simply shining
Bright eyes stared as if inviting
Was it for passion igniting?

It was magnetic pull
There prevailed natural lull
Still moon remained in circle and full
I was not worried about attack from bull

I was totally mesmerized
The things were not to be summarized
It did make magic and surprise
This was something new and very good prize

How could she be in my domain?
She should not be away and remain
Totally indifferent and only in dream
How to bring her in pure love stream?

How many thoughts just crossed the mind?
How all of sudden I was able to find
She must be elegant and very kind
I was brought in sense by flow of wind

It made me to think in another direction
What will be her move and next action?
Will she be angry as hostile reaction?
As she was hailing from wealthy section

I could still read lines on her face
I was definitely for her in race
I want her to be on my side in any case
She must fall in line and not make memory to erase

This is what I consider as cherished dream
I don’t want to loose her and cry with scream
She may not opt for simple person
She may be compelled by any reason

I never knew morning breezes are so cool
They can’t push you to look like fool
It is freshness of flowers that is brought
One understands it and it is never taught

Soon her reddish face was about to disappear
There was so much pain to bear
I could see her murmur but couldn’t hear
She must be thanking me as dear

She engulfed me through the day
I had dreamed of very good way
Alas! I could offer her rose flower
My gesture would have been the best answer

the mind does develop reactive feeling
it is natural to go for it without thought killing
What will happen even if we get total failure?
It will enrich you and make the way very sure

She was almost there with hands on her eyes
I could only stare at her and could not ask why?
She utter few words in my ears for acknowledgement
It was now my turn to make positive movement

Gul……flower

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Stood at the Door

She was dejected and stood at the door
All roses were scattered on the floor
As if to show displeasure at their beauty
Nothing helped her to feel bad and pity

She is not alone and lonely
But gifted with beauty heavenly
I venture to dare at her smile
She care too hoots for while

She has life with stress
I can visible see on her face
Yet it is beautiful and graceful race
I want her to find some lovely trace

She herself is heavenly flower
Smells fragrance when rain showers
Who can understand her than only few?
I have failed to have little glimpse and view

She is alone and at home
Waiting for me to welcome
I rush toward her place
Only to find her smiling face

I would want her hopes to revive
She stands high and definitely survives
What else to feel so lonely at home?
When I am near and make her feel some?

She has all capabilities
There lies her grace and beauties
Her word is last for me and simple
She stands so lovely in dress purple

I have all her greens
She has to stand fast and win
May be she is also very keen
As I have stood near and always have been

My all gestures are warm
They pose no threat or harm
What can I expect from her at this time?
A lovely smile with of course close breathe sometimes

She is life and means for time to tell
I hope everything to go well
Future may stand tall and definitely speak
She has to be strong and feeble or weak

How to define what I am?
The root has to hold with stem
It will create bond and strengthen
She will then not be alone even

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Clouds and moon

Moon is easy love object and sought after
Can be seen so beautifully reflected even in water
He is calm with all his expressions and remains cool
Silver rays and pure love can’t make anybody fool

if he is to be protected then it has to be done
He should be approached easily by none
Something has to be there around for his shield
If all were to stake claim for him and field

He can’t be hidden even by clouds
Clouds thunder may create loud bang and sound
Love still can be felt far off and found
Moon’s face is glittering silver white in round

It is momentary set back for moon to reappear
With all spell bound force in dreams to appear
Love is not to fade away but to realize in sense
All love birds should feel and don’t have to remain tense

Don’t blame clouds for their darkness
It is nothing but form of kindness
You should not cry for lovely and passionate moon
I have to protect him to bring to you soon

No harm will be done to his lady lovers
I too shall accompany and bless him with showers
No garden will be ruined with flowers to dry
Don’t curse for his love and make endless cry

You will have your moon along with light
He will be seen with naked eye with full sight
No one can take him away from you as right
You need not cry or endlessly cry and fight

No one shall tease you for happy dreams
You may witness silver lights in its realms
You shall claim rightfully in your possession
Must feel contended with your holy obsession

I cover moon’s face with darkness to shield
No external ill power can make him to yield
Effect fades away lovely moon face
I hide his face to escape from race

All your fears are unfounded and based on error
It is plain fact and can be witnessed in the mirror
Your fate is not sealed but decided with destiny in favor
Moon will have to come with full force and reappear

Moon will remain there as symbol of great attachment
Slight disappearance cannot be termed as detachment
Many hearts may be seeing in him virtual embodiment
Love at heart and fulfillment of desire or contentment

O, moon you appear in your full boom
There should be no doubt or have any room
Whole world looks toward you as guiding force
There should be no single tear or any remorse

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Poetry Is Simple

Poetry is simple gift from almighty
Be at heart kind with pity
Feel pulse of agony and pain
And also that of breeze and rain

Cuckoo may sing as usual
You may write as casual
Day may emerge and set
So poems are part of the life never to be late

Poetry doesn't come off with pen
It may write but lack depth then
It will look artificial sans charm
May look descent but without effective arms

It may have metaphors
Nice words with river and shores
Ship or boat may float over water
But situation may remain same and not alter

Poetry is poet's cry
That has come from sky
Even if sky is barren
It will shower with heavy rain

It is all in mind but needs impetus
Right thoughts with belief and trust
It may generate love and compassion
So hatred is pushed out and remains out of question

Poetry is culmination of pure thought
As if divinely flowing and honestly sought
Which turns heart into loving arena?
Where flows only flora an fauna

It has meaning behind
That an ordinary man must find
Understand when it is sung in public
Observes in mind like holy relic

There is no craze for artificial presentation
It is out of context and finds no relation
If you make people to cry over words
Then think about spirit behind and look forward

I have seen people crying
Over effective words and underlying
The importance of being so fair
In its usage and lovely fragrance in the air

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Beautiful World

Learned poets have said beauty is to enjoy
Like fresh flowers always give you joy
Don’t attempt to pluck or destroy
Not to play with it as simple toy

Thing of beauty is joy for ever
Ever lasting and fading never
Liked by eyes and smelt by nose
Fresh fragrance of flower like rose

Is beauty confined to physical appearance?
Does inner beauty find no substance?
Is that look so important and impose?
No matter whether it denies or trust repose?

Beauty not to be taken from sex point of view,
It is acknowledgement of grace and due
What matters most is simple praise and fact?
Leaving behind all games and not to look suspect

Even God is another name for beauty
Universal acknowledgement for kindness but not pity
We al raise out hands for its grace
Meet all with happiness and embrace

There lies beauty in everything around
Happiness and joy everywhere found
This speaks good and seems so sound
Love spell all over relations bound

It may not spread hatred but only brotherhood
It may not confine to area or only neighbourhood
It has its own role to play and not hide
Everything so open and nothing to confide

History may not repeat the bloody wars fought
Beauty has always ruled and cooperation sought
Queens, princess were married for the sake of peace
Not to shed blood but for stability and life at ease

We may not undermine the essence of beauty
Protect it from harm and consider it as duty
Let us praise and preserve it as God’s gift
No fight, no tension and with out any rift

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Papa do you know?

Do you know papa? '
How much I love you as Kid?
I am on earth but have no such lid,
How to express words but make strong bid,
All because of you papa,

Mom gave me all happiness of life,
Not looked beautiful but stayed as your wife,
Life not easy for her but an edge of knife,
She still lived on and you too papa,

You gave us all what we needed,
We too never asked but you always heeded,
Papa only your affection we always wanted,
Mom stayed cool and home she stayed,

You being gorgeous and even so gracious,
life was smooth and even so precious,
Never in our life we remained so conscious,
Life did not stop and ran continuous,

You were so kind and also generous,
Never we thought, you can be vicious,
Next to HIM and we thought you so pious,
Like beautiful flowers as pond’s have lotus,

You were real beacon and remained our guide,
we found no ills and you also never hide,
Always you did good and made us confide,
Shun all narrow thoughts still so wide

You were towering strength,
tried to measure length but not found,
Inferno in mind but mild at heart,
Never shown wildness but always smart,

Mom kind and easy still totally unaware,
Stayed even calm even warned to be aware,
It was her life thus preferred ignore,
Slept she well in night with big snore,

Never was hitch or problem of any kind,
nature also stayed cool and blew no wind,
Never rough weather and solution we find,
All his words as gospel and we always bind,

Altogether we lead and shared it lovely,
happy was life and felt it homely,
Not always you found earth so heavenly,
Credit to goes to none but attitude fatherly,

I prayed God to shower us with bless,
bestow on us father kind and no less,
Let all know better what the myth is called love,
who knows better than the water and dove,

I shall love you more and to cherish,
Even to my breath till I perish,
Life you may have hard or lavish,
I shall end word with papa and finish,

What could be life without your being?
No happy moments and no song to sing,
Not sincere prayer and church’s bell ring,
All will be slaves not without a king,

Papa should I tell you or do you know?
Light may be there but the lamp not glow,
heavy may be storm and wind also blow,
in your absence it will be hard to grow,

Nothing can dislodge and wash us away,
flood water can keep us only at bay,
Still we may stick and remain in fray,
Till you have sway and your final way

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A love for papa

Do you know papa?
How much I love you as Kid?
I am on earth but have no such lid,
How to express words but make strong bid,
All because of you papa,

Mom gave me all happiness in life,
Not looked so beautiful but stayed as your wife,
Life was not easy for her but an edge of knife,
She still lived on and you too know it papa,

You gave us all what we needed,
We too never asked but you always heeded,
Papa only your affection we always wanted,
Mom stayed cool and home she stayed,

You being gorgeous and even so gracious,
life was smooth and even so precious,
Never in our life we remained so conscious,
Life did not stop and ran as continuous,