Loneliness

Loneliness

In the wake of peace and harmony

To generate a base under the greenwood trees,

In the piles of leaves, dried and green;

To grow and deteriorate for sequential flow.

 Not for lust but for the least of life

Which is immersed in deep thought?

And co-sequential flow in dearth

Whoever knows the hidden mystery?

To start and fly over the sky.

 And the ocean to create

For knowing the plants, creepers, and herbs

 Immersed in the deep sense of the cave

Hills, rocks, sand, and heaps of leaves

Not knowing someone is excited and scary in motion

To see the animals very ferocious and heinous

The thing that lags behind.

Those are found and rescued from the unusual

 In the land that is a place without people

But suitable to take abode forever

Like the spiritual beams glittered in the waves

Over the sky and in motion, glittering

Like the disappearance of the lost hopes

 And an aspiration to flow on the earth

As if the dearth and demand to shock the world

That is left behind for the ups and downs

To show the enlightened soul in the elated motion

 Sole hopes for fulfillment of forsaken blood.

My Diary on the Sea Coast

It was hard to pass into the valley

In the trap of hills and the magnets fallen there

Each has an attraction as if a lodestone pulls over,

I have known the place since my visit.

On the icy land seems to be hard and painstaking;

In every moment, my knuckles are grazed with frostbite

To strengthen the biting stress intoning life's race.

It is my diary stitched in the mind with rock salts

In the cooking utensils, mixed with meadow.

Rather than moving on the electric strips

For overcoming the hurdles of the mind among risks

Underneath the stretched roots of the trees.

In the dark ocean bars of the shark, angrily tethering

For grasping all the enemies at a glance as if

Saturn and Jupiter are facing together to banish

From the earth and water in the deep ocean Atlantic.

Like the sweet voice in the dreams of a lady;

Who are unmarried but are immersed in the moon

My diary supplements messages to do something.

For the meadow upon the soil where nature flourishes

Day and night, to grow lively leaves of the plants

To produce shades of peace everlasting hereinafter.

Sundarbans

Tigers abound in Sundarbans,
My thrill to see for long days and morns.
Hidden inside the plants and trees;
Meadows with best ecosystem.
We were pleased so much
To see the beauteous outpourings;
And travelled in the beach,
Walked along the narrow way
Sometimes we climbed so high hedge
As parallel to the pine with beige.
As far as I looked at
Rippling with the waves of water
The sun shines so bright
With hopes to stay with might
In the sand beach along the bough
The boatmen rowing their oars
As hidden their heads
Underneath the shadow of the sail,
Dancing in the gentle breeze.

Tigers abound in Sundarbans
Our thrill to see them
As if walking and their prey
Our panic seize sometimes with footmarks,
In the light so enflamed.

Tigers found in tiger point
Foresters chased with guns and sticks,
Fled at last having no flesh
Foresters saw it with glad.
A few days ago
A dear bound in a fence
At night it was snatched
A tiger did it but no doubt
At this, the Foresters became despaired.

In the river we're in the boat
Very adjacent to the bank of the sea
To the beach when we reached
In the hope to see the tiger,
As the leaves nodded much
Ne'er to see it again.

Like the sweet voice in the dreams of a child

Telling of Sundarbans-the nature wild.

Valentine’s Day

Time is soaring but knack is wan away all

When humans are run by forlorn and fall;

Parallel to shadowy, privation and curse

Jostled for violence, commotion and hush.

Not even a solo rest delicately set to the fore

To bestow modesty and valor allied in score.

For kindling love, sanctity and vigor of mind

And high whack for mores and legacy declined.

Along despondent moved by home and hearth

Through hunting to seizing and morale to dearth

For clear exhorting and trailing of funds

Nix issue of morals, even care and trust

Time is art but flare if it is ranging glow

Apropos thoroughness to gently blow

The destiny of search amid of golden age

Where the crooks move along entourage

Like symbolizing honour, the flags of red and green

To blow our soil to harmonize sanctity and discipline

To cross the tavern to move with beauties of truth

For peace and happiness by everlasting its growth.

The Water Lily

In an evening walk by the river side

The water lily rapidly raised its head

A stormy wind was blowing in the rage

The glittering waves of water passed by.

The flower was flashing and outdoing one another

Switching and washing by the sun bath

It was uncommon jealousy of the snake

As if poisoned the turtles wrapped inside the flower

Having amazed I stood and startled motionless

What a joy I ever   wandered in the shadow of the river.

The river was so dark and severe to get  mixed

For everlasting the gestures of the golden stem.

Where the screaming snake did not know the consequence.

The glittering waves moved like never ending stars

The stars and planets being crazy

In the movement of the polestar to go upfront

Burning all day and night hereinafter for show.