the feather is so light
call it feather light
flies in the air so easily
without an effort
goes beyond the limit
negotiates nowhere
it has a easy flight
an indication all the more
being light is ever so a facility
light in mind and body
be the exact propositions
where one can travel
through the mazes
into the traces
with not much of difficulty
a feather be you
as flexible could you be
along the path of life
Dust the table
dust the chair
dust this and that
I command now and then
dust accumulates so fast
a day without dusting
creates a havoc
I go about with my dusting
find no time to dust the mind
which has gone black and sooty
could register none in its socket
a poor dame I am
too much worldly
penchant towards perfection
rather of the exterior
than that of the interior.
The worried mind
sees devils in the dark
while dogs bark.
The “M” came with a bounce
on and off it spurted out
with the more and most
along with mild and mystery
beginning with the mind
followed by the loving mother
the “M” gave me a week long work
I did not spend much time on deliberating
as I for one write comes to my mind
put my thoughts in words
go through them on occasions
edit with not so much of a precision
an exercise I do with less pain
if at all, I do a careful check
would have to delete half
so I leave the words to find their fate
they enter the world as soon as they are born
go through the critical evaluation
a travel of great value and readership
hoping one day I would be acknowledged
the “
covered various subjects with skill
I go by the intuition
it is my way of all time
might be a wrong notion
well that is how it rhymes
I listen to my heart
it dictates and detects
do I sound like a bard?
oh! no, I reflect
Am I a romantic?
possibly so, in a trend
where the heart rules with a wand
a magical one all the more
as I think
of myself more and more.
The night of darkness
the day of brightness
premonitions in stay
the restless mind
sees both with fear
night foretells death
day predicts breath
death is terrific
no man wishes to face
it is inevitable though,
breath is diabolic
no man wants to resume
it is indispensable though
Thus, go the night and day
with the sun and the moon
one hot and the other cold
the waves go up and down
the wind blows gentle and fierce
the oscillation is in a variance
yet life goes on like the stream
with ripples and furore
all in unity, 
therefore.
The mind is not at ease any longer.
It,at times, likes to wander.
it takes a selective route.
Initial round-up is across nature.
Where everything is a lovely feature.
The next sojourn is around human life.
Where every other thing expresses rife.
The final entry is into the realm of religion.
Where all things are controlled by strict instructions.
The mind slowly gets back to its abode.
Settling in its home it deliberates.
How does the universe go about? it is desperate.
Is it governed by some unseen element?
Does the element have form? the mind intersects.
How does it wields its power?the mind dissects.
Does it get an answer to its fullest satisfaction?
Never would it as there are innumerable reactions
in the form of different religions
Hinduism, Christianity,Islam ,Buddhism prevalent in various regions
