Paradise Express

I have heard of a place that’s not on maps
A place where there’s no room for lies
Where mornings and nights never make the kiss
Where every form of life is able, is wise

Where you’ll find only faces and never a mask
Where curiosity is never afraid to think and ask
Where the one true religion has always been love
Where the endless sky is always blue above
Where the birds never know the fatigue of flight
Where the nights stand dauntless in the stars’ light
Where no child is killed before even she’s born
Where no heart is broken and no skin torn
Where nobody knows the art of building a wall
Where there is always a hand when you fall
Where lilies dance with a newfound zest
Where crows and doves share the same nest
Where the river quenches the thirst of all
Where a horse runs free and is never in a stall
Where the moon’s always shy and the sun bright
Where you’ll never have to fight for what’s right
Where benevolence is, by all, considered divine
Where dreams and fears are separated by a line
Where every empty soul always gets fed
Where there’s always a smile after every tear’s shed

I have heard of this place, and of a train that runs
Through its heart; and I can hear the summons
And since it’s dark, my end drawing nigh
I would love to be there, and I would love to fly


A Human can’t fulfill all his Dreams
In his life, he always have some Dreams
He works hard to fulfill these wishes
And he has succeeded to fulfill his dreams
But in every success
His wishes have also increased
If a human will become
Rich person of the world
Yet, his wishes will not be fulfilled
This is the truth of human life

An unsaid apology

What am I to you?
An unwanted blessing or a curse?
I know if given a chance
You would like this to reverse.

I know you love me
You love me from your core
But if it had been him
You would have loved him more.

Uniqueness of an Individual

Yo may find
Someone who has
Face alike me
Sings the same
Speaks familiar
Dance almost like me
Height same as mine
Even writes to the mark
More Intelligent than me
But I guess Souls
Don’t have copies, duplicates
They are pure, original
The day Will come
When You will regret
‘Cause I’m the mixture of all!

The Whistling Waves

What do you think when you see the beach?
‘Endless happiness that we all are bound to reach’
‘Never give up attitude’, said the other.
‘Peace and compose’ murmured someone standing farther.

‘Forgetting the past and starting fresh,
Begin once again to race,
Live every moment like the waves’, whispered the girl.
‘The battle of heart and your mind
Choosing of sides ending at the same point’

Each one of us have our own interpretation,
Guess we all are lost in haze of personal confusions.
May be that’s we all prefer the beach.
Isn’t it strange how some us hate a constant sound,
Yet we love the gushing of waves all around.
That sight when you see orange merging with blue,
Try remembering your doubt; honestly it vanishes without a clue.

The taste of salty water makes us go nuts,
Still we find joy without giving a reason ‘but’.
Little stones and pebbles gives feet small scratch,
But the happiness in collecting sea shells is much above then those small rash.
Weird how we hate mud making dirty all around,
Yet the sands in our pockets reminds us the soft sea ground.

Our slate is filled with words,
Yet when we write on sand it disappears
Irony, isn’t it? We all here to leave imprints,
But those tides wash it away in few sprints.
It’s a message maybe things won’t last,
But hey its true, what’s the point of still living in the past?

Little kids build their huge dream house,
While young adults secretly wish for romantic dates with spouse.
The grandparents sit beside and share their experience.
Just one place and each age has different expectation.
But there is one thing common which we all want to find,
Away from reality, A place just be called ‘mine’.
Even though its filled with tourist and constant buzzing sound,
You will still manage to find calmness in the whistling waves surround.

Butterfly flies away

Butterfly as a whisper comes around
for a little child happiness is found,
he sees a colorful art of life.
She stays near the child
not afraid of being burnt
by the desire.
Is it a candle or a child?
Secondly, she will be burned.
Firstly, she will be admired.
She makes him feel the magic
and then she wants to fly away.
A child can’t wait
that hours become days
and butterfly returns again.
He will love only for today!
Once she will fly away,
the beauty in his eyes will be lost.
Soon he will learn that
beautiful creatures can’t be admired
when they stay under chains.


You were here next to me.
Flat on the floor we lay and listened to some “Indie songs”.
The floor grew flowers and you pluck some for me.
You brought your ear close to my heart and it skipped a beat.
I, blinded your eyes with my hands and whispered in your ears
Which made you smile.
My finger burnt at the tip of the burning cigarette
And I, woke up, it was all a “Dream”.

A timeless sight

An old house sounds proud of
disturbing neighborhood’s sight.
Punished to follow lonely fate…
to feel a strong desire for transformation,
but a house can’t move, can not speak,
a building lives in feeling isolation.

No guilty, they persuade life from childhood,
waiting for others to remember them.
Doing nothing to change,
waiting for others to decide
if their life will be
or won’t be timeless inside.

They listen to other people voice,
no way to defend them from the noise.
Not expecting to hear sadness or offense.
Probably they don’t have a luxe
to have a chance.

No bird is lame

Advice for those who consider themselves weak
No bird is lame for his life
No child is crippled throughout his life
Just wait for an opportune moment
And hope for the sun to rise
And throw a ray of hope in your life
When you will rise
And stand on your legs again
And you yourself will shine
And be a lighthouse
To guide those whose boats
Are going astray for a while

At the cremation

Those lush blue eyes rich in dreams
Shadow the vanity of its youthful grace
Alas, grief not love
Seems to be smitten by her
Suddenly and unknowingly it pounces
Upon its prey, as it always does.

It thrusts my lifeless form
Upon her well planned life
Shattering and scattering its pieces
All over, her ghastly face
And steady gaze seek answers
Not a place for a painful tear.

A steely glint creeps up to her eyes
For now she is a mother
She keeps up a stoic silence
Throughout her tremendous sorrow
For the healing of the soul of her child
The herculean duty on her tired shoulder.

I see her jaws clench and a muscle twitch
Beads of perspiration on her brow
Making her mind up, she is
Determined to face the hardships coming
Building imperishable walls around her
Forbids her vulnerable self from taking over.

Alas these developments are intercepted
I know not how
Barbaric traditions rip off my love’s courage
Imploring her to slash her strengths
Tying her up to their morals and values
They break her brave choices.

One last time dress up like a bride
They say to her
One last time do what you can never ever
Shearing her down to living ashes
They punish her for no sins of her
Smudging her life with distress and despair.

Tricking her into believing this is the end
They comfort her and console her
Push her into dark wiry tunnels
And the game of fate this is, they say
Masked creatures, these relatives and relations are
Inflict wounds and gladly bandages they make.

The neonate hero in her heart no longer beats
Asphyxiation gets to it
Once again at the cremation of a man
The guardians of traditions and customs
Manage to rob the last left morsel
And wipe out the essence of the woman, a wife.

My Bae

How sharp is my bae, like a shooting dart
Who can carve a place in her heart

To open your lips is to lose your tongue
She alone will speak, others must mark

Oh! how I prate in frenzied state
Let none grasp my meaning, O Lord

Life of a Struggler

Never I was bad in academic,
My boards were too fantastic.
Destiny changed, in a college I took admission,
Then Lady Luck threw me into worst condition.

Long ago, I graduated and my struggle days started,
Gradually, I am getting more broken-hearted,
Wandered hither and thither, knocked every door,
Achieved failure which I never expected before.

Many ridiculed, as my career almost ruined,
Some friends went away as the blowing wind.
Dad supported as well as my mom,
Someone held my hands in that fiery storm.

I am frustrated rather than sad,
Frankly speaking, my condition is very bad.
Acquaintance thinks I am suffering deeply from alcoholism,
But my mind is full of various negativism.

Hope one day all these tensions will go,
Like a cold wind over my hair, it will blow.
To achieve my dreams, still I have to strive,
Pray to God, till then I remain alive.

Untitled Minimalist

Every thought belongs to the fragrance
Of the yellow-white blossom in my vase
Every gaze to its feminine grace
Nights only find the scent of love
In the interlude of dreams
I shall never sell the stars again.

Humans or Puppets

Who are we?
Puppets of someone,
Or Puppets of something.

Perhaps Puppets of something
Dreams’ desires
Lust’ greed
Virtuality of happiness
Reality of pain
Stupidity of emotions
Providing the driving force
To run the hollow, shallow system.

Maybe our assumption is wrong.

Perhaps its Puppets of someone,
With interesting, amusing expressions
Stalking you
Judging you
Watching fom sidelines.
Giving you choices
Giving you hope
With satire in the eyes.

Playing with a page
First line starts with birth of Puppet
Last line ending with death of Puppet
And leaving whole page blank
With satire of fireworks.

Maybe both of our assumptions are wrong
Or we can fill the middle blank page
With puppet of something
Completing the whole page
Completing the fate of puppet.


God has gifted us this beautiful nature,
But we humans are very mean creatures.
Trees are the green lungs of the earth,
But we humans are cutting them since birth.
Rivers are our country’s lifeline,
But due to our foolish activities they are in decline.
Glaciers are melting and global warming is increasing,
But we humans are least bothering.
Now it is time to take serious actions,
So we can save our Earth from dangerous reactions.
Now it is time to plant more trees,
So our future generations can freely breathe.
So let’s make this planet green again,
So we can dance again in rain.