Latecomer

Running briskly

With perspiring senses

Wildly beating heart

Checking the watch every other moment

To see how much time lost already

To calculate possible reaching time

To raise the speed
And to prepare for an abrupt entrance

There is a big price to pay

For getting late

A risk

Unworthy

As you stand to lose out

The savory moments upfront

Amongst the settled audience

Engaged fluidly up to the occasion

Then the door cracks up

Breaking the silence of even the noise

Making heads to turn around for a glimpse

To see the distracting latecomer

With countless eyes sprinkling spotlights

Walking past the aisle

Becomes nervy like on a ramp

Nodding the sorry with the eyes

And the bowing head

Whispering the excuse

From the shell of a sorry figure

Without any idea about the scenario

That persisted there

A messy catch up work remains

To be done, to get on level terms

With all those present there

With short enquiries for briefings

Fighting against the time  

To make up for the lost time

Before gelling into the zone

With the ease in breathe 

Scary, if there is scolding

Embarrassing

Funny, if there is mocking

Light hearted banter for folks

There is always an awkward moment

Awaiting the late comer

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The Fiddle Player

On the corner of a bustling city centre

He stood,

Another tough day to conquer

At the mercy of strangers

Walking past the street

He played his fiddle

Emitting the heavenly aura

With the sweetness of his music

Some people stood there to listen

Some sat on the benches and engaged

In the rhythm of his solemn creativity

He played song after song

Changing the mood with each beat

A talented musician plying his art

On the street, to earn bread

Some acknowledged his efforts

And threw some pence in his fiddle cover

He wasn’t looking at the money

He just played the music

Until he got tired

I hope, one day his luck may turn golden

As his music has a soul of honesty and hope

May be, one well-wisher will give him a big break

To play his fiddle amidst the symphony than on street

There are so many talented musicians who play their music on streets just for pennies.They play simple but heartening music, without any show offs.  Images : Thanks to rightful owners

Rose

‎" every rose blooms,

 spreads fragrance, 

spreads smile, 

carries the love,

 dazzles in mist, 

becomes mystic in drizzle,

 then dulls down with the sun,

 bidding adieu to the world, 

but rose still catches imagination,

 making us love its successors,

 just as it,

 with the charm"

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Erratic luminous omen

Life was erratic

Disillusioned with the greed

Disoriented with the purpose

Of living, when I failed to buy time

To save my dearest soul

To catch the precious breath

To survive in this world

Though, I ran like a sprinter

On that fateful night

I might never run like that again

For anything, no matter what at stake

Though, my heart pounds harder still

With nerves wrangling tighter

When I face those deadlines

That I always shied away

Still a luminous angel

Drives me to walk again

To climb the mountains

Of tasks left to achieve

To survive

And thrive again

Like the trees growing green

Again in spring, after the fall

By raining a gritty omen

With actions of courage

Outwitting the fears

To achieve the things beyond

With an ease

Making me wonder!

Why I can’t do the same !

Surreal to Real

Barriers are crumbling down

Distances are narrowing down

Hearts are falling down

For the invisible souls

That keeps flying afar

Through the wings of the web

Sharing all the sweetest dreams

Poaching all the darkest secrets

Sourcing all the hardest exploits

Wiping all the bloody tears

Riding an adventure

Full of hope

Awaiting

Unison

Face to face

Voice to voice

Embrace to embrace

So real from surreal

Hours that brought together

The souls through words

Magical views on screen

Games played with fun

Fights fought with fury

Patch ups done with passion

Promises made with devotion

Altogether now looks real

While holding the hands

While looking at the eyes

Bemused without words

It’s the dawn of a relation

Cemented with love

From surreal to real 

This poem is about two people who fell in love through facebook, whom i met today on a park. Images thanks to google.

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Dusk of Contrast

Entangled green bushes

With no leaves to wave

Arched with flower bud

Waiting to break free

When the sunshine giggles

To see an unseen world

To explore the magic of nature

To receive the love from unknown

As the bloomed flowers

Spreading the magic of red

Amidst the creepy green layers

Like spots of limitless joy

On the faces of kids in a crowd

Reluctant to say goodbye

To the glow less setting sun

Shaded by the orange clouds

And the light-dark sky

As they don’t know

If they will have another day

To wave along with the wind

While enjoying the sunshine

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River Usk

A stream with unpredictable flow

Moving in opposite directions

Depending upon the tide in the sea

Slim and calm at times

Exposes its bare muddy skin beneath

Storage of balls, cycles, bottles, and junks

Many people had their stuffs falling by chance

And just watched them moving away

As it was risky to retrieve

With the thick mud acting as hindrance

Boats stacks up in mud here and there

Away from its dock

It reminds me of lost boats in deserts

They get back to the shore

When water rises again

At night it flows in its full glory

With big belly burgeoned by tides

Glamorized by the lights on the shore

I try to see, which direction it is flowing

Every other day, before crossing the bridge

Sometimes, I just look at its silence

Through the big windows at university

Sometimes I sit on the bench

On the walkway, just to feel the wind

And to listen to the heart of the river

It’s peaceful to sit and read at night

Underneath the streetlight

With the river giving a nice company

Along with the freezy wind and stars 

I have found a friend in this lazy and frenzy river

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Goodbye

I am moving to a new shore

I have left a piece of my heart

At your door

Without knocking, like a trespasser

I hope you will open the door

I wonder if you will see it

It holds a piece of my dreams

Which I wished to share with you

It still carries the urn of my feelings

That I never expressed

I wished to conquer your heart

Silently, with a feather touch of emotions

Now, you are beyond my reach

As you have found your destiny

I wish to hold your smile

In my eyes forever as a precious gift

I still hear your voice, when I am alone

Through the realms of my ears

I don’t wish to see tears or fury

In your eyes

As I love it to remain vibrant

So, I won’t leave any words

That might hurt your beliefs

Though I wish to let you know

I’ve fallen for you

Right when I saw your eyes greeting me

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Dreaming to dream

I am day dreaming to dream

In this lazy afternoon

As I am getting bored

Waiting for the rain

It’s teasing me,

But hiding somewhere

Take me to Dubai’s islands

I wish to sail in those canals

To see the marvels

Weaved on the laps of sand 

Take me to "Theatre of Dreams"

I wish to sit at the Stretford end

Let me sing, “Glory glory man united”

While watching red-devils play liverpool

I’m getting deluded

I wish to travel in magnetic roads

I’m fed up with the gutters here

I want to ride rotor-less bikes

It will be sliding over magnetic fields

Like good old, Santa Claus’s deer sledge

I am sleepy

But where is my lullaby

Angels please take me to your heaven of dreams

I wish to hear you sing

“Baby sleep like an innocent cat”,

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Message for my dad

You taught me to read

Think, talk, and debate

And fight for my cause

You showed me the path

With your life

Now I am trying to follow you

You always aimed high

Fighting all the odds

You let me to fall

You let me to rise again

I’m still falling and rising

Learning to stand up finally

On my own, without you

You took me to the sky

How will I repay you,

for your faith in me? I wonder!

As I struggle to convince many

About my wishes

Though it’s been there all life

Only you would have supported me

As you always believed in me

Even when I faltered relentlessly

I wish you were around

As I wait for my big break

I wish for your blessing

Your words still drive me

To keep trying to reach

Where you hoped me to be 

I

I am a wild horse

Still raw and untamed

I was on exile

In the wilderness of life

I waited on for years

To find my way back to the road

I had lost my way

When I failed in my tasks

I travelled through the wild routes

To build a stable for myself

But, wild-fires of my anger

Burnt the basements

Whenever I tried to rise

As I never was calm and forgiving

I ran away in agony towards new shores

Than trying to fix my stables

Now, I realize I reached nowhere

I have to build from the scratch again

This grassland is enticing

I wish to settle down

Pursuing my dreams

Far away from the expectations

Far away from the mad rush world

Taking a rebirth to be civilized again

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Silence

Silence is like a pretty princess,

It lets the imagination

To paint colorful images on air

It lets the heart

To weave dreams on a sunny day

It makes the mind

To fear about night mares

The mystery behind it is its jewel

It is painful or delicious,

Depending upon outcomes,

The wait for breaking a silence,

It is agonizing,

Once it's done, it gives a relief 

Silence is a way of life

To convey liking or displeasure

In the most powerful manner

Without uttering a single word

Yet reaches out to the heart

With a sharp touch 

Thoughts

A day without thoughts

It’s like living in coma

Dead but alive

With heart beats

Living in a world of darkness

Where there is no sensation

No cheers, no tears

No agony, no joy

Just a relief

Stranded somewhere in vacuum

Lying idle on the bed of frozen time

Waiting for the salvation in heaven

As those moments are tempting

Rarely someone walked back

To the life from there alive

As it’s the cliff of quitters

A day without dreams

It’s like fishing in desert

With Just sand to catch

Facing the harsh reality

Sometimes it’s better

To swim through the thoughts

Foresee the things ahead

Plan properly to tackle

Possible bottlenecks

It might look so pessimistic

Experience tells me otherwise

There are no safe paths to travel

You have to punt every now and then

On an unknown path to reach destiny

Thoughts are intuitive twin-soul

That makes individuals distinct

Hold on to it or else

Just be a robot

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Symbol

The layout in the hand of an adventurer

Had an end with a symbol

There was no further path to look

Nor any mention of the spot

He walked through the snow

Clutching his gears for grip

Fighting against the freezing storm

He walked through the cluster of trees

That hardly had any leaves

He saw the big symbol hanging from height

He kept walking faster with a quest

To conquer the precious treasure

Before the owners come for it

As he had stolen their layout at a pub

But even as he covered huge distance

He didn’t find any trace of hanging symbol

Then he realized that it’s in scripted on snow

On the hill which holds the threat of an avalanche

May be with some wooden blocks or plastic

He wondered if it is just showing the direction

But instincts nodded him to climb the hill

Without fearing the backlash of an avalanche

He reached the spot and dug anxiously

Anticipating something rich and exquisite

But to his agony, he found the frozen bodies

Of late adventurers

Before he could turn around and slide

The hungry avalanche captured him with its fists

Burying him under the warning symbol

Set by those who survived to caution adventurers

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Dream Road

I dreamed about a road

Carved through the chest of a hill

Connecting an isolated neighborhood

To the bridge across a small river

I dreamed about colorful buses

Running through that steep road

To the courtyard of the church atop the hill

While walking through that small path

In which hardly a person can walk

Now vehicles ply over a road

Just as I dreamed as a child

There are no taxes to dream

If it comes true, it isn’t a miracle

It’s destiny! 

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Languages Signs Symbols

On the street, bus, train or flight

We see hundreds of strangers,

who speak unknown languages!

They try to ask for directions,

Queries about place and shops

Or about stuffs they wish to buy

With signs, symbols, actions

And the words they know

They try to convey their thoughts

Hoping that we will understand

Then they eagerly wait for our reply

Tries hard to grasp what we say

However, they might not have any clue

About what we say

With a smile, they greet us, thanks

Even if our efforts couldn’t help them

If we know their language

They seek our help to convey their thoughts

To the ones they wish to interact

As a translator

It’s always hard to travel to an unknown land

With unknown language and culture

As even gestures can have different meaning

But I find people courageous

When they try to defy the barriers of language

To get where they wish and do what they want

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