HUMOUR

Humour come not

from your heart

but from the inner surface

of the dormant feelings

submerged

in a heavy flood

flowing thro' the body.

But they lie embalmed

in the chamber

held by

the chord of

the inner instinct.

SEPARATION

We walked in hand

Thro' the cities

And country over,

Shared our sweet memories

And danced like little lambs.

Loved all over

Carried away the blessings and goodwill.

A dark hand of fate,

Woke to see

And bore not to see the happiness.

Sought out in selfishness

To carry away

The simplicity of

Innocent gracefulness

When most needed

To nurse and

Share the humour

Of our reflections of the past,

Now driven to a place of desolution

And point of no return.

SMILE

Smile of a hypocite

Is like poison,

Smile of a girl

Excites our sensuousness,

Smile of a chile

Rejenuvates a feeling of love and beauty,

Smile of a virgin

Unfolds the secret of her success,

Smile of a whore

Exposes the animal instinct,

Smile of a lady

Betrays the virtue of her secluded thoughts,

But-a smile of good thoughts

Consoles to enliven

Those frustrating efforts.

AM I A CRITIC?

How are poems written?

They are musical and rhythmic,

Sweet and simple

And easy to follow?

How are poems written now?

Are they symbolic and abstract,

Vague and puzzling

In modern times?

Pondering over

To decipher

Those scattered lines

That lay in bonds,

As a spongy fruit

Within the hard shell.

Tender is your heart

Where the beauty lies

Not in your smiling face

Nor the disdainful one,

But from your innocent blush

That holds the key

To the secret

That lie hidden

In your chastity

Embedded with love

And sincerety.

MAHATMA

Those lucent men abode,

Rumble came below,

Foe a sorrowful departure

Away from Mankind.

He departed

In search of wisdom elsewhere.

Single he went

to a place of eternity.

Foe he was the great--

And left too soon

Leaving his subect to proceed.

Revolution was in his blood,

Reformation was his principle.

He rebuked and scorned,

Pure were his words and deeds.

All religion that entertains

Has a few to speak.

Preaching and practising

In alleys and streets---

The words of the MAHATMA

NATRURE'S GAME

There stand a poppy

Nudging with a sway,

Nature sows t nappy

In light so grey.

Water rushes below

Because the night was seducing.

Drowned in sorrow,

There he sat thinking

For days together in dark.

Walking in solitude

In a blossomed park,

For there rose a tide

A big sweeping one

Nature played and played,

For there was none to save

and down he fell dismayed.

A MOMENT OF JOY

A MOMENT OF JOY

Those two dreamy eyes

Is just so nice,

A long and slender nose

lanked ny cherry cheeks,

A pair of lips

Matching a garden rose,

Tastes-far sweeter than honey?

The wild blowing hair

That is raven black

Falls across the face

Like an embroidered lace

Of intricately woven pattern.

Light from the lantern

Throws a glimpse

Of the natural feaures.

With a sense of anxiety,

That face blushes

In animation

That flowered her thoughts

For a searching answer

Growing within her.