In the Age of 18th

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Anxious to curves of mine,

Eager about to skin glowing;

To make myself affectionate,

And to be fairer still trying.

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Thinks about to my admire,

The wield one with the little long hair;

The one who charms like noble prince,

Skilled rider and pierced Ear.

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Should be furious on me in first sight,

Turn, lovely smile on face in second sight;

By seeing me reddish in reverential fear,

Should slowly come to me and hug tight.

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Oh my God! I forgot all about it,

I need to make home all tidy and fit;

Must I do very fast and should concentrate,

It’s still unfinished, should clean it.

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Its only fault of my age, it’s younger;

I lost in my imaginary future life,

It going to be start, very earlier.

Wait for the Moon

One Evening, I was waiting for Moon;

And, it will be appear may as soon,

Just seeing the above side, to the Sky;

Perhaps he will occur any time,

It’s a darker stage of twilight;

Portion of time at start of the Night,

Above to north, Pole star reflecting shines;

Nobody care for the Moon, it’s not on time,

Praying to God, if my Love is Honest;

Please send the Moon very fastest,

What could make him working?

Would he be sleeping?

Can anything make him slow?

Na...So, he must be coming,

At last, something vividly moving in the Sky;

And see, it’s a full Moon with Shy.

Left by Lover

On the full of the lunate moon night;

I am alone on the bed’s one side,

I slept all night with restless and loving moments;

But today that Wretched had gone for some cents,

That convict, left me behind- so far;

Feeling helpless, nothing in ma favor,

In the luscious he asked me to melt in love;

Catches in his arms, rubbing him to me by the hug,

Wish to kill him, only not have courage to fight;

Wish to surrender, but he didn't even gave me a sight,

Was I not his addiction or desire;

Then why he made me his Higher,

He didn't remarked to drops of my eyes, to my mourn;

That cruel, heartless, mischievous not felt my pain

Oh! My Lord, the divine, perishes me or him;

Make me console, a poor, hearted lady begging.

Ek pyara pagal sa ladka

Bhar se mujhe nafrat thi , per Dil me mere basta tha;
Ek pyara pagal sa ladka jo dekh ke mujhko hasta tha, 

Kyu thukraya mangu usko, soch ke ab Ghabrati hu;
Dil ke badle dil manga tha, ye sauda kitna sasta tha, 

Kisse puchu, kaise puchu, kyu nhi dikhai deta wo;
Roz yhi se gujarta tha wo, yehi to uska rasta tha, 

Andr andr rota tha wo, bhar bhar hasta tha;
Ek pyara pagal sa ladka jo dekh ke mujhko hasta tha.!

Life to aise hi hogi.

# Loving someone special may be a disease but loving yourself is a big sickness, so I am sick!

# In life we can get everything by the efforts, but we can not get the full satisfaction at the all.

# At the time your's life will near to end, no one would be there who was the first one....

The Summer's Morning

When sun rises very early, Shines the world very brightly.

Wind blows slow and very slow, Feels the touch with cool clue.

When sky looks very quite, As it was last night.

When clouds looks very empty, As they demanding to the sea.

When the restless river, Flows as creating some satire.

When birds chirp loudly, Their voice touches the ear very sharply.

When petal create glorious affection, And make the eyes first attention.

Thus, all these gives the suggestion of view, To be happy in more or in few.

Who am I

Who am I?
not air, not water
not soil, not sky.

Who am I?
not mermaid, not bird
not animal, not reptile.

Who am I?
not Linclon, not Meera
not Gandhi, not Einstein.

Who am I?
not volcano,not ice
not darkness, not light.

Who am I?
in just search of myself, to Define.

Dedicated to Mom