They say that the edge of eternity
Is round,
A curve that does the universe surround
That however is impossible
That I’ve found,
The remaining portion of the curve
Must be around
To complete a full circle,
So mathematics remains unsound
The edge of eternity
Has to be round
What goes up has to come down
So when eternity is absolutely round,
The actual meaning of existence
Then only can be found,
Eternity is eternity,
Not straight nor round
It must carry on

Oh poet who am I, Based on the Internet Research

You all ask today
Google all world's poets
So many haven’t been read
Ages since they passed away,
Most of their poetry remained uncommented.
What about mine!
I need say,
Still many read me and comment every day
And
You say poet who!

The world’s best six poets
Left a legacy of about eight thousand poetry,
I alone have composed over five
And you say poet who!

When We Walk

When we walk towards a setting sun,
We call it the distant horizon,
As we move closer and closer,
The farther away it does run.

That’s all about a horizon,
We all chase a setting sun,
In the hope twill stay for some
The elusive horizon

Life is just a sojourn
Why were we born and lived a life forlorn,
None know it least of all me.
But life is the outcome
Of a two minutes
pleasure of parents
Who did lovely kids want...
Then we all are left
on the lonely sojourn.

As Yul Bryner had said

‘Man is born, lives and dies alone,’

If so be it,
The whole truth,
Enjoy the journey,
Relish the
Positivity

Three steps to the valley of love
Then the fall.

First mental command,
Then second rise,
Third the finale...
By now you know it

As the curtain prematurely stalls,
Ere it finally does fall

Love the theatrics after all.
Like Romeo and Juliet
Modern days
Like a ballet cum bullet

The World Sleeps

The world sleeps
As I keep vigil
The enemy is not without
But within

Let me hold the hands of strangers
Who fear the coming tomorrow
By helping them dream
Of a sunnier morrow
Let them dream
As I keep awake,
Let them not fear to slumber
As upon my shoulders
Their heads do rest.
Happy dreams pass by the blessed
As I can see them smile,
As they rest.

Euthanasia
I have so experienced
Out of sheer folly
And
Ignorance of a vet,
Put to sleep my lovely pet,
Hoping she would be eased.

But the misery of a burden
I bear to this day
At all vets I stand against,
Utterly shaken and displeased.
Euthanasia what!
Tis a business only
With a different frame of mind,
Let docs their own mind, mind.

For the past seven days

Words of seasonal life
Are traversing across my mind

As I see the thick forest of trees,
Kissing my window pane.

Come ere winter
Autumn, the leaves will all be strewn
Stark nudity in trees frame
Then miles of snow I see,
Trees are like human veins,
Albeit lifeless,
Till spring comes again

When you go to heaven
you will have wings
like an Angels

Your precious thoughts,
I shall embed,
In my softened head,
When in heaven I’m dead
And
that you think,
Beyond this world lies a heaven,
That’s my only dread
And
as a bard,
I shall be true to you,
When I’m there,
If I am,
I will introduce you too

loved

Ecstasy with a Colonel’s Daughter

Love, Sex and Ecstasy
Are defined in love stories
Of Romeo and Juliet,
Sohini Mahival
Laila Majnu
And so on

They all end in suicide,
But love with a Colonels daughter
Is like living in a fool’s paradise
If in sex you can surmise
And
in the hidden covers of secrecy,
Blank darkness
Under covers of privacy,
Then alone you shall come to know,
What love is all about!
As my masters voice,
I recall each day.