EVERGREEN LOVE POEMS

THE GIRL

 

The girl,

I found from inside the locality

To the darkness of the dense cave, a flashed lamp with both eyes

 

The girl, 

Let’s find out if I’m alone in a lush forest

Where pigeons and pigeons play deep secrets

What I sought was that sweet honey face

I know there is a tree covered with her hidden deep wounds

Yet I have found her in the afternoon blond light

Her delightful face floated

The moon floated in the sky with black clouds inside my new moon

 

I can recognize her

And will she distinguish me?

Asking with her glittering eyes, “Where has Ujjal been for so long?”

 

 

 

 

Shadow-1: I used to play with flowers

Now the pale flower plays with me

I used to play with the colors dark red and black

Now blackish blood can call me and play

I used to draw typical viruses 

in a very realistic way,

 

Now the Covid-19 calls me and plays

My all paths are closed, 

doors remain closed

So, I fatigue, 

let’s go to bed for deep sleep, 

calm and quiet.

 

 

 LONELY SEA BEACH

 

A lonely sea beach calls me in alone
A lonely sea beach calls me at dawn,

Sometimes there he waits for me with blue shadow,
Sometimes there she waits for me with a grey shadow,

A lonely sea beach loves me with extreme
Both shadows love me, like their lost son
A green bush of Birch calls me in alone.

 

 

A GREAT CITY

a place 

where charitable drinking water distributes,
a place 

where begin to search for missing,
a place 

where should be kept safe everything,
 

but, it's here, drops a rain of melody,
man forgets the wealth and riches,
but unyielding worldliness,
that leads
him to death.

By the drinking poison of property
like a blue-necked bird
swing away towards the mirage
the harsh sea calls him
to touch her salty body
with the frightened-looking
at the strayed teenage girl

she moves.

 

 

 

 

 

Shadow-3: If such this cruel blow, 

retreat, kick is your Love,

Lord, 

How terrible would your hatred be? 

I can't imagine it.

 

 

 

 

Shadow-4:Life wants to hurtle 

the cycle with stepladder of death,
And true death intends life seedlings in limit,
And grows with in death's shadow, 

with fear breath
The shadow can't be trampled it,
 
But life's prayers for longevity, 

more and more time
And to be more caring at its end,
 
Wishing to stay away from that,
Afraid to listen the ringing sound of last bell death,
Seeing the scenario of graving with coffin-white,
 
Atlast black shadow covers the fatigued life,
When once it declared hate about death,
True says with smiles, 

"Your hatred is my delight."

 

 

 

 

ILLUSION

Consolable hands placing
on the forehead

so many unripe times have passed
fingers running thru unbraided hair
as the green moon on the water
is the hoax leaf lotus

roared the skies color waves
oh, listen to tongue-tied fruit
all have gone promising to come back
but none

 

 

WRITING 

 

Writing up and down,

a long deep sigh lies in the mind,

a loving lexicon will open up,

by the quaint beckoning of the

Ellora

at a breathing distance,

it touches the abandoned wall,

would be clash

writing consists in words,

a divine light beautifully

scatter,

on the saffron color field.