music making machines

so much is the sound that is so soft

to the ear it hears melodious

all these music makers

and their machines

keeping them and us

enlightened and toast

apart from us

the nature has music


I call it the earth-sounds.

a song sung

a song is not a noise

just music inside

this sound that goes

across the miles

hitting our brains

and our hearts

melodious it sounds

I wish I could catch

but it’s just heard


a bottle is so helpful

helps me to fill water

and carry long and far

and bottles I have many

some of steel

some of glass

some made of plastic material

I even fill milk

and juice of my favourite fruits

and take sip and sip

feel the gut being filled


glass is so beautiful

made with the sand

can be given different colours

by varying it’s main

it can be made from the sand

by heating in temperatures high

and then it becomes our windows

and get’s attached to the door

and it feel like yada yada

child days

when I was a child

it was all blue and green

no days to count

no numbers in the memory

it was all just play and sleep

down here and up somewhere

and every time it seemed

to last all the time

such were the days

of the child

Yellow Trees

A tree has a brown trunk

And it’s leaves green

It gives fruits at times

The ones we sell and seek

Grow more and more

Outnumber their roar

The sweet whisper

of the walking winds

seek and hide

I looked at the moon


where did you go that day

said it, was still there


not I could see

who ate away this bit of you?

and is eating everyday!

I have been here

all alone

non could touch me

or eat and swallow