my personal duty

if the bright sunlight is shining in your eyes

I can dim it so that it gives the comfort of ice

if the sounds in the nature deafening you

I can turn them musical the way magicians do

if the smell you sense around troubles your nose

I can covert that around so that it smells like rose

if the sensation of touch doesn’t make you at ease

I can change everything to make as soft as cheese

if the taste on to your tongue is not up to the mark

I can borrow the buds that is being used by shark

I want you to enjoy the mature’s unexplored beauty

and to make you feel homely is my own personal duty

complicated dialect

Someone help me with the tuition

I am  in reality not a magician

how do I understand her language

I don’t have any past advantage

she often speaks from her eyes

I could never decode it otherwise

her silence has the power of words

how do I break this type of password

her hands give me lots of indications

I can’t understand those abbreviations

her killer smile too says the entire story

I could never read anything confirmatory

it appears that I am a big foolish moron

who is not conversant with such lexicon

if someone can teach this complicated dialect

it will surely enhance my romantic intellect

the inherent asymmetry

the habit of settlement is not always good

the need for dissension is never understood

life cannot always offer a cakewalk to us

it is a mad mad world with a crazy rush

so please pour some acid of disagreement

on the biological assay of our relationship

stir it with the tender ladle of togetherness

so that we can well make a perfect grip

let there be a conflict of millions of words

let’s forget our flock, let’s forget our herds

let us respect our inherent asymmetry

and convert it into a a perfect chemistry

An alert!

Few days back, my son has reported an unusual incident happened at the school premises.

It appears that when he was coming out of the class walking down the steps, a senior student came to him and slapped on his face. My son did even not know the boy; forget about thinking of any other possibility for that slap. The senior boy was with his bunch of friends and all of them started laughing after the slap.

the necessity for compromise

who is satisfied with the compromise

neither you nor I

but when the water went above the head

it was time to say goodbye

at least the rot didn’t get exposed

at least the secrets were not disclosed

at least the peace of mind remained

at least the artificial rapport was maintained

life is a basket of compromises

and this wisdom gets developed with maturity

compromises are better than the conflicts

at least the character doesn’t get stripped

Is this rube?

Oh! what a strange prompt today

all my thoughts have gone ashtray

didn’t know the meaning of rube

my vocabulary is going to droop

is it the cube fallen in a river

the idea itself gives me shiver

is the the railways called tube

No! that is a literally bad rube

is it that rust preventing lube

Ah! that is quite a slippery rube

Rube rube rube!

forcing me to snoop

family bus

I don’t really know what makes me suspicious

for your eyes seems to be betrayed frequently

and I am the most unequivocal person on earth

who is trying to live the complex life decently

the honesty today is seen with great suspicion

the straightforwardness leads to skepticism

the helping hand is seen as the hand of devil

the greetings are taken as the words of evil

has being friendly become a crime today

why being selfish has become prime today

can’t the world become a global village for us

where all in this world can ride a family bus