Fearless Leo Pourparlers

  On a dark dusty road as I walk, Silence perceives and peace unlocks. Waving trees shed their leaves, Humankind sleeps except thieves. Wind takes away the dirt, With sweat wetting the nail-ridden shirt. Children dream of their favorite nightmare, Kicking off the pillows as the owls outside glare. Frightening from the shadows in the dark, Aura of someone sitting on the tree's bark. Waking up at night is like a three dollar bill, While peeping out of the window and standing still. Swims in the sky, the old town fairy, Dark lords hide inside the bushes of raspberry. Moon sets and sun rises , as the glory spawn, Please welcome the most awaited dawn. -ADS©

Last Crop   There goes the train, Here comes the rain. Beware of the drain, Medicate your strain. There is your seat, Here is your sheet. Beware of your feet, Cool down your heat. There comes the last stop, Here is your top. Beware of your drop, No more you can hop. Whatever you are farming, is now your last crop. -ADS©

Iti Siddham Kahani khatam! एक आदमी सक्षम है | तुम्हे जिताने के लिए । एक रास्ता ही सही है, तुम्हें राह दिखाने के लिए। एक पुस्तक ही बहुत हैं, तुम्हे पढ़ाने के लिए । एक किनारा ही बहुत हैं, तुम्हें पार कराने के लिए। एक कलम ही सही हैं, तुम्हारे लिखने के लिए। एक पन्ना ही बहुत हैं, तुम्हें दिखाने के लिए। तो करो शुरुआत , फूंको शंखनाद, चलते रहो  रात के पहले या दिन के बाद, ऊंचाई पर पहुंचने के बाद, जब ज़मीन की आए याद, जब शरीर में भर जाए ग़म , जब आंखे हो जाए नम, तो अंत में कहना , " इति सिद्धम कहानी खत्म " -ADS©

Parallel Universe ( Vol.II)  The students are learners, The engineers are inventors. The scientists are thinkers, The gunmen are fighters. The leaders are executors, The executors are administrators. The teachers are educators, The customers are cash payers. The priests offer prayers, The god is the ultimate governor.  education is the future. The system needs to be better, To make us a better worker. -ADS©

Afternoon Rains ( Cold Rains -2) Sequel for Cold Rains   Droplets splashing on my face, Nature flourishing with grace. Droplets washing the backstreet road, Hills weathering off all their load. Droplets rinsing my balcony shades, Clouds spawn as the sun fades. Droplets searching for the stinking gutter, Winds fasten as the flags flutter. Droplets wetting my Verandah, Plants absorb it for their new agenda. Droplets leaving my windows stained, Yesterday Afternoon , as it rained. -ADS©

As Old as a Man gets   The day shines bright, as the moon sets. My window gets some light, as my curtains open. I grasp some views and sight, as the morning bets. The sparrows  & the rooster wake with eyes wide, As well as the buffalo with her stinking hide. I pass through the countryside, In the morning I prefer to walk in spite. Because,  The day shines bright, as the moon sets, Its time to get things right, as old as a man gets. -ADS©

Lane Of Life   In the night dark, Under the candle's spark, Someone is sitting, In a miniature room of his own fitting. In the day bright, Under the sun's light, Someone is working, In a tiring garage huffing and jerking. In the evening rainy, Under the moon light stainy. Someone is sitting at rest , On a cocoon chair and hands on his chest. In the night dark, Beside the nightingale's lark. Someone is sleeping, In a coffin, while others are weeping -ADS©

In The Hills So Far   In the hills so far, On a road of tar, I'm driving my car. On the road of coal and char. In the hills so far, The sun sets and welcomes the stars, The moo shines bright on the roof of highway cars. My car and many others stopped at restaurants and bars. I enjoyed a cup of tea in the bar. Under the moon and the pole star. Thinking about my life so far. Thinking about the scenario of the last spent hour. In the hills so far, On a road of tar. The stars vanished and the sun raised, The roads got trafficked with cars oversized. But, no one was in a hurry or surprised. Because, time has no value when it was priced, In the hills so far, On a road of tar. -ADS©

Winter Returns The winter has returned, Cold winds is what it has earned. The ways of western disturbing is what it has learnt with white snow and mist it stunned. It also got some breezes and fog's fund. The frost it brings with ice.  This temperature freezes all farms of rice. Our heads become the villas for lice. And our homes also shelters mice. This is what is winter's cost price. The morning and evening are covered of fog, Everyone hibernates ,a bear or a frog. Noone can be found on the streets except a stray dog. Let's see till when this winter can last? How much new agents it can cast? There's nothing left it has not  worked. In the wait of this winter, simply a year passed. -ADS ©

The Mail   In the round hills of Aravalli, On the steep bridges on Godavari. The mail train honks silently, In the silent valley it goes on lonely. On the steep slopes of Western Ghats, Across the city roads vacant of cars and carts. On the banks of goddess Narmada, At the wedding of River Ganga and Alaknanda. Swimming through bridges over the sea, Traveling over the plateaus and lea. The mail train honks swift, As the birds of Kutch drift. The mail either loaded with posts, Or passengers having tea and toasts. Haulting at stations once or twice, Creeping through the V-valleys and farms of rice.I -ADS©

Heavens of Lords  In the ocean of tears, Looking for a boat. In the crowd of fake peers, Finding for a peer like a goat. In the light of night, Searching for a warm coat, In the fight of coat. In the flight of kite,In Looking for a judicious court. In the sky of aves, Searching for a flight. In the soil of slaves, Finding for a source of light. In the papers of ink, Looking for folders. In the drains of stink, Searching for weathered rock boulders. In the hills of peat, Looking for a creative alive. In the wood of seat, Searching for a thread uncut with knives.I -ADS©

The Night Sky In the night sky,  I do lie, On the bed and cry, for the whispers of feel of the shy. In the night sky, I do lie, On the bed and cry, Lost in the quest of crust, Lost in the victory of thurst, Lost in the dreams of flying over the thrust. In the night sky, I do lie, On the bed and cry, Looking for a next brighter day, As I think this, I do lay, On the bed of dust and clay. -ADS©  

The Soul  The residue of the coal, The breather of the spirit. The entity of the soul, the feel of exquisite. This flame of exhaustion, can eat the well being of a family. This flame of a graveyard, Is engineer of a new world. The new world is nothing but, the enigma of heaven, The feeling of happiness, Burgeon! -ADS©

Parallel Universe Volume 1  The drought in the ocean, the flood in the sky. The bird in the ocean, the fish in the sky. The air in the ocean, the water in the sky. The lion of the ocean, Is the whale of the sky. The height of the ocean, the depth of the sky. The waves of the ocean, Is the breeze of the sky. The rocks of the ocean, is the scrapers of the sky. The color of the ocean, is the color of the sky. The land of the ocean, Is the land of the sky. -ADS©

The Conscientious Stupidity The spirit of sacred belief, The possessive sacred relief. The stimulus of interrogative harmony, The assertion of uninterrupted destiny. The pleasure of conscientious peace, The strain of tense increase. The typhoon of dreadful cruelty, The pain of conscientious stupidity, The pain of conscientious stupidity.  -ADS©

Until This pen stops at every end of the line,  Until it gets started again, maniacal and fine. The ball rolls the ink to the paper, And the paper soaks it just like a parent's pamper. This full stops, I make never mind, Get vanished over the time and unwind. This poem never ends of life, Until you don't tear it with deaths knife. -ADS©

Enrichment of the Cold It's the enrichment of the cold, It's the enlightenment of wearing the wool old. Ours the integrity of the cool breeze, Outta the interruptions of the cold that freeze. It's the time of playing the music of the dancing willows. It's the time to stitch to the pillows, It's the time of cold, It's the time for having something warm as told. -ADS©

 Revolutions of the Fan Watching the wall all day gives no fun, Counting the revolutions of my ceiling fan, And watching the drama of the clay-setting sun. Mounting my legs over my wall; wet and tan, Leaning over the windows and seeing the rider's stun. Stoning over the corners of the wall, I tend to break which I never can. Making new faces while looking on the street and the children who run. Adjusting my curtains the way I'd like and I can. Looking on myself while wasting all the day of sun. -ADS©

 This Morn This morn, I prefer to be quiet, To be resolved of every fight. This morn, I want to be calm, To be relieved of all tinglings of clocks of alarm. This morn, I wish harmony, To move, back those clashes with enemy(ies) This morn, I learn peace, To be lost, in the piece of peace. I wish this part of dawn, I prefer to be quiet this morn. -ADS©

Why is it so?  Ever asked why trees are green, Or why those roads are too unclean. Why this earth is a round world? Or why it is a flat surfaces circled. Why is that clouds curled? And why are our heads skulled? Why is that water blue? Why so sticky is that glue? Why bark those dogs? Or why paper is made up of pulpy wooden bags? How are our hairs black? Or why those joggers always prefer running on track? Why are those chemicals flashed? Have you ever asked? -ADS©