This is the time


And we have whole night ahead

Of us; Studying, while in bed, grieved,

Lamenting, how freedom sieved away

Through our fingers in the day, so bright

No more, no matter how we fight with ourselves,

With procrastination dusting shelves and books

Whose pages’ turning stalled looks have left

A hollow feeling in the head bereft of that

Healing touch; This way we sat all dumb

Brainstorming that granite till numb is all

We feel, till our eyelids fall and shut

And regret- what we must feel, but instead

We don’t; We know it’s in our head, because

Professor told us it all as it was while we moped

Up and all of that will be evoked tomorrow

In our exam- students’ damned sorrow!

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Panting Wolves and Dancing Squirrels


A distant drum beat, darkness, skies…
To creep one out a forest always tries…

So there’s a clearing, moonless blues…

With a bonfire this, on can confuse!

Vibrating- dancing shadows turned to spokes,

Prancing silhouettes and no one talks!

And round and round is all they go…

In circles, on sand thus dark ones flow…

There’s self- commotion once you see

And in a jiffy feel the glee…

That you’ve seen and with no perils,

Painting wolves and dancing squirrels!

Love Nature


An elegant curve of the path

With shades all around…

A pair of Arabesque hills

As they turn into the plotted math

Of scattered ponds on the ground…

And a few of memorable stills

Turning it’s whole beige core into wrath

Of multilateral picture- green all abound…

And ending at a pair of strings of matrix nils

Exploding into a flowy, shrill- shivery brown path

And stars exploding all around…

With all trees behind rising up like hills.

Contemplating about the hidden treasure

The Boom Impending


Something different is in this air…
This air is ethereal…

This air is eternal…

This air is yours Oh Earth…

Tell me whether it is real…

Tell me even if it’s carnal…

Tell me even if in dearth…

Drop at me like autumn rain…

Drop at me that heavy news…

Drop at me how Environment is climbing for the noose…

Sweep away my worldly pain…

Sweep away my subtle cruise…

Sweep away all worldly men, who dareth you to loose…