About my poetry and me

Once an old friend of mine asked,

About me and my poetry,

Its simplicity and its glade.

I said, well that is it.

The way I write and my thoughts.

He wasn’t satisfied and yet he nodded down,

Our converse came to an end.

He parted and I too made my way,

In the piazza I stopped,

I turned around.

I found myself all alone.

My inner voice spoke,

Why do you fear?

I was aghast, I smiled.

Again I walked.

Darkness surrounded me,

I was in my bed,

Friend’s query and my inner voice,

Both came to glare at me,

I had a stroke, a choice of one,

I had choose my voice,

My inner voice.

I knew what I learnt from this,

This world is an idiom, smaller it is.

Every word and illusion over.

What I see cannot be peek otherwise.

What I think cannot be feel otherwise.

So who is who to ask me?

About my poetry and me.

6-12 aug 2004

wr

Blue horizon

Fluttering heart had thousand wings,

Lusty world wasn’t et al enough,

I screamed below the blue horizon,

All off maddy field that was broad.

Welcome to my world, my dear.

Sweet love and great reminisce,

Is all, which are you and me?

My days are yours,

Yours is mine.

I dream for you,

Shower me with your hue,

Petal of faith I ask,

It is all I can say?

Be with me,

With me in my blue horizon!

Daydream that got lost ago,

That music has again strike,

I find myself in a sound sleep.

Slept that with a pleasant moist,

Pleasure thoughts revolves around,

I sway, I promise,

I welcome you, to my life

Welcome you to my

…..blue horizon.