The Love Poem

Love with full heart,
Love not half
Love completely,
Love not partially

Love oneself,
as well as others
Love selflessly,
Love not selfishly

Love purely,
Love not obsessively
Love wholeheartedly,
Love not hesitantly


Love one's soul,
not just their body
Love one's flaws.
not just their perfection

My mother's garden flowers

The red roses,

The honeydew hibiscus,

The white jasmine,

The tiny shuli flowers,

The orange marigold,

ornate my mother's garden,

like precious jewels adorn,

by gorgeous amazon.

Their sweet smell,

attract swarming bees,

in hunt for nectar,

and some pollen seeds

Their colourful sights,

are mother's pride,

and her eyes delight,

making passerbys stop,

and revel it's beauty

The bright sunshine,

The fertile soil,

The plentiful water,

The rain Gods blessings,

is what they all need

My mother glows,

at fruits of her work,

with tiny pinch of patience,

and large portion of nature's rewards


                                           

The Love life cycle

At the age of tots and toddler,

the innocent heart,

the curious mind,

the sweet smile,

that melts everyone,

that believes in fairy tales,

and everything magical,

knows how to love,

but unaware what is love

As we grow up,

the mind learns,

the senses wake up,

the hormones fluctuates,

the adrenaline rushes,

the confusion happens

while we mistaken forever love

for temporary lust,

breaking hearts and relationships,

becoming crazy mad lovers

As we mature,

life becomes race,

winning is essential,

but stability is important,

as well as companionship,

and long lasting love

At age of elderliness,

the memories are remembered,

the past is regretted,

the guilt sinks in,

the heart longs for love,

but doesn't know how,

when it knows what is love.

This New Year

This New Year,
we will welcome
hope and positive,
kindness and gratitude,
love and faith,
sweet and happy
memories, thoughts and people

This New Year,
we bid farewell
to despair and sadness,
to rude and impoliteness,
to anger and laziness,
to depression and unworthiness

This New Year,
we will learn
new lessons,
unlearn old mistakes,
change some habits,
and keep some goodness


This New Year,
some will be mothers,
some will be lovers,
some will be wives,
some will become new lives


This New Year,
it will be better
than the last,
it will be awesome
than the previous,
it will be amazing
as ever

A writer without reader

Letters forms words,
Words make sentences,
Sentences become paragraphs,
Paragraphs turn into stories,
Without readers,
stories remains hidden,
and don’t turn into sagas , tales and inspiration

Have you imagined
singers without listeners,
artists without viewers,
dancers without audience?
Same is the case
of writer without reader.

Myths remain secrets,
Truth remain lie,
Dreams remain hidden,
without no one to read

A writer remains complete
not only with pen in hand,
not only with words on paper,
but with readers.

The Dying World

Thin breeze blows

across the only green fields,

towards the urban jungle,

sprinkling the seeds,

of negativity everywhere

Love is killed,

families are destroyed,

once thriving cities crumbled down,

by wars of weak heart,

masked by powerful might

Selfish intentions replaced,

the selfless deeds,

Hatred and violence replaced 

the peace and loving souls

Killings and outbreaks 

are common thing,

Love and togetherness 

are the words of false men 

Innocents targeted,

violated and tortured 

in the name of God 

and words of pretentious ‘wise men’

World is dying,

for love,

for  peace,

for joy

My Husky afterall

His blue eyes
sometimes naughty,
sometimes needy.
Love is what he asks for,
Attention what he needs.

His white and grey fur,
smooth and fluffy,
lovely and amazing.
He does zoomies
at the name of park.

He is stubborn
for walks and treats.
He acts naive,
when I find his sinful deeds.

He sings to tunes
of my favorite songs.
He howls to times
when I say no.

He hates bath,
but likes mud and poop bath.
He loves my overly love,
but hates me patting other poodle.

He is husky after all ,
He is my companion,
till the death pull us apart.