February

Before March as arrived
As a month's celebration
Of new year as ended
I remain in solitude
In this shortest month.

In noon when loneliness
Magnitude increases more
I do hear cuckoo's voice
From somewhere my only
Companion at the time.

In noon even mud for me
Seems to waiting for raindrops
And to pervade its smell all around
As the mild wind blows.
Even in that climate I find an inner peace
Which I do not find in most season indeed.

Parting

Today I heard good words about me
From my near ones after a long time
And got a boquet of flowers
From around my close ones.
When I parted from here.

But my bad deeds will be rumored
Words from their heart about me
 Will be passed when I won't hear
Even hear from somone or overhear
That day will come once and now its more near
Than yesterday; when flowers and garlands
Will be laid over me when I can't have choice
To accept or reject those flowers.

Thirsty

An unquenchable thirst drives through my veins
To know and to be known; all that I can know
Grasp every bit of wisdom from every  corner
For it will only help to survive in world
Where everyone is in race to raise income.

Following one's heart will only help
To win the hurdle smoothly now I think
Its not the dreams that count, but how
Wisely you won it in time only counts.

Sometimes its better to sail as it moves
Than always move where our dreams
Guide us to move for it never cares about time
But our lives in this world is bound by a time.