2002
1.Where are you my love?
Whom do I trust or believe.... nobody!
Can I trust even me being a selfish?
And having an undecided mind.
If I cannot keep my words or proposals
To me how can I believe myself?
The me sense in this body has given
Hardly something actually accept-
Sorrow, horror, self-centred ness
Yet seems the opposite.
It has given me interest to ignore
The necessary things and truth
And strengthen irrational conflicts
In mind-and even I cannot know
Its reality as it's impossible to understand.
So I must tighten it up -
And try my best for actual.
2.What we do all the life?
What we do all the life?
We cry when we are Child
And quarrel over a mite
In the youth we enjoy
And expose ours
And lie in the light
And study after the night,
We never think what to do-
As I put this worst verse down
In my relief-not to be a poet
Whose life is a poem itself?
I do not know comparisons
Or the art of criticizing
Our life is a sun of sorrow
And a little joy in it rolls
Our day's forward
We work when our teen comes
And speak our kinds.
Our youth comes in the evening
Our body seems very weak.
And we are out of it some day.
And the eyes close in a second
The sun of our life sets.
Time forgets us after a day.
And our existence!
Is this the substance of our life?
But what we need to do?
We have to work in our dreams.
Do we laugh to the bar?
The question is to be answered.
3.I are
Not I am a boy
I am not a man yet
I cannot feel what I am.
But I believe I am a devotee of the humanity.
I am not the structure
That I am seen
Not even the mind behind me.
I am the soul, part of god.
Now I am a machine running
By the uncontrolled mind
That only loves its sake.
I am a field of thoughts
Interacting between the powers
Of the universe-I is a venture
Of mind and nature.
The truth is still unfold to me
What and where I am.
4.God and the storm
I am tired - I lie in the bed
And see the upper shed of future.
Although it has no ending
I see the birds smiling.
And singing home away alone
The sky is moving in the darkness
Where the clouds are busy
In hide and find with the moon and smoke
I see the blue horizon extended
That would never be seen by anyone
I am pleased too much yet crying
I am unable to hide myself.
All I have said seems to be
Right in a certain time affected
But unable to crunch a leaf distracted
5.Ugly
Why I am ugly in beautiful nature?
What is the curse of mine?
Why am I not a genius?
Although you have given birth so many?
Why I am not a rich
Why aren't I a handsome?
And the flowers are so sweet?
Why I live like soil
In this beautiful earth,
Why I do not know anything
Although has the God created me?
No answer.
Please tell me my Lord.