Human naughtiness against the nature turns to be alarming. We have failed to sense and identify even the good natural instincts in us against the multitude of vices. We have degenerated into the madness of barking at the spectacular and tantalizing show of nature through its rainbow. More
The poet thinks that human race is prone to a complete extinction: sooner or later it is to happen. If that is the reality what is role of his poems? Who is there to read his poems? Neither one should be proud of ones outward beauty nor should one be attached with another for the outward beauty because outward attraction is temporary.
Death is a reality. All lead a life unknown of the place and time of death. While some run to death on their own for the vast majority the death comes to them on its own.
A song of a soul
Soul of a young girl sings to her killer when the noose is round his neck and he is about to be hanged to death for crushing her in and out.
Oh! My usurped lover,
My virginity you usurped,
That you usurped my life,
What else you didn't usurp?
Samples of darkness
Sorrows and pathos are part and parcel of every life. As every one casts a shadow, every one has something to be sad or grieved. But a glass piece is transparent it does not cast a shadow. Similarly our heart pure and sinless does not cause any sorrow or pathos.
Whether to breed shadows,
Whether to dissolve in darkness,
All the substances are born of,
And ever be the part of globe.
Pain of the mother of a son is illustrated through the poem ‘I filled the offering box for one who had blundered it’
She stared at his visage,
From her breast, sipping he,
Her heart writhed in pang,
“After all why have I you?"
A youth feds up with the life longs for death, is represented in the poem ‘once in life on earth’s tackles’
I have my cast, to sight the coast,
All from the start, energy lost,
Though tired, that thought rankles,
For once in life on earth tackles.
‘My brain does not have the eye’ depicts the repentance of a passive person. There is no reaction from him what so ever be the injustice and cruelty around-an unwanted character.
I am blind,
My lone sister in home,
Was chased and fallen,
Lust had its way,
The groan to descend,
For the vacuum tomb.
An open heart surgery
One praises the God for freeing from all doubts that have been festering and depressing and sending him almost a lunatic
Unknown to the ecclesiastical choirs, a song.
This collection of poems has all categories of poems including philosophical, romantic, tragic, satirical humorous and dialectical. I tried my best for the rich imagery and rhyming. Judgment of the imagination and emotional aspects and other qualities are left to you; to the honorable readers.These poems are in fact a direct outlet of my imagination and emotion with which I have grown up. Imagination and emotion are instincts of every human. When these are penned rhythmically a poem is born. In a perfect natural surrounding the verses are more animated and vibrant with exuberant and robust growth of lives.