A night with my girl

She is a country gal,

She is impressive,

It is so cold,

I can feel the appeal,

She is inviting me into her,

Standing at the fire place,

I can see,

The shining droplets,

On her cheek in the pleasant light,

The loosened hair,

Flowing with the cool breeze,

The shivering cherry lips,

Where the glossiness makes its mark,

The shaking long legs,

In her transparent night suit,

The tightly held hands,

Making herself feel warmth of a hug,

She’s like a beautiful red rose,

She carries all the beauty in her,

She looks stunning,

It made me to fall for her.

I just went near,

Closer and closer,

I can feel her fast breath,

I am speechless with palpitating heart,

I can smell the jasmine aroma,

I can see a limitless love in her eyes,

I just placed my hand on her waist,

Her skin it is mushy,

Moving my hand as a guitarist,

I can listen to a lovely music,

I held her quivering hand,

Her palm is so soft and pulpy,

She guided me,

With little gentle steps,

Just looking into her eyes,

I followed her,

Danced with her,

In the happiest mood,

It is so romantic,

I just kissed on her red cheek,

It is all muted,

She advanced this time,

The next one is queen’s type,

It is so deep,

She and I,

Just closed the eyes felt the pleasure,

And stayed as it is,

Wished the Most high,

Stop the time for us.

©Kranthi Kiran Ale

30/10/2015

My joyous journey to school

I still remember,

Putting two loops onto my shoulders,

And holding bag on my back,

A basket filled with surprising dishes,

In one of the hands,

Start making little steps to the school,

Looking back and back,

Still the visual of home disappears,

And scenery of school begins,

On the way kicking the small stones,

And ensure it reaches the goal,

Fixed then instantly,

Again little steps to school,

Inquiring the time to the passing person,

Finding that it is still not the school time,

Then landing the basket on the ground,

Catching the Dragonflies,

Cutting their backs,

Feeling the pleasure of their pain,

Leaving them to check the height they can go,

And again little steps to school,

All these steps by small feet,

Make a large time,

Then realizing that I am late,

It makes me to take a punishment,

And the school day begins there.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale

    28/10/2015

Loving Boy

Oh! Beauty,
A man with loving heart awaits you,
Holding bouquet of colorful feelings in hands,
Searching your presence with elate eyes,
Thoughts running in his mind,
To express his love in words.
Oh! Beauty, come to him,
Shine like an angel before him,
Take him to heaven of love,
Sing a soothing song for him,
Oh! Beauty, Come to him,
A man with loving heart awaits you,
About to die for you,
come... come... come to him, 
Make him gleeful and surprised.

©Kranthi Kiran Ale
06/04/2015

Inspired beauty of nature

A Mountain grew,

Ranges forgot their alignment,

Stones on it brawling with each other,

Then amazed with grooves and ridges you had,

It formed a sharp peaks and deep valleys.

A streamlet opened in dark caves,

Found no way to advance,

Then molecules found their Kinetic theory,

Streams glanced at your happiness,

It started its flow on and on,

A flower blossomed,

No sign of allure,

Made some thoughts with its grain heads,

It borrowed your beauteous smile,

Bloom showered its charm with you in it.

A berry got out of mated white flower chromosomes,

It is same as a leaf, no lip plucked it,

Pain in its little core made studded surface,

Jealous studs swilled your red juicy lips with million straws,

Green berry turned into strawberry.

The Moon ascended and descended its size,

Lost where to halt its growth,

Asked its mother earth how to keep its geometry,

Earth said your hidden presence on its plain,

Moon stopped growing its circle staring at your hip.

A little boy took birth,

Matured to know his manhood,

Became a mad mortal,

Encountered you at a right moment,

Peace in your eyes and purity in your soul,

Bring him back to state.

A mute Myna delivered from its carriage,

Fluttered hard and shouted at deaf world,

Nobody had attention,

Heard of your sweet voice,

Made cute vocal efforts like you,

It dragged deaf world into pleasant creation.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale

    27/10/2015

Heroes in my life's tales

A long unknown journey on a track in a train,

Co passengers are always around me,

Many get down at each halt and new get in,

With every stop, stories are saved and erased,

In my registered memories,

Some reminded me my mom with their care,

Some recalled my bond with my dad with their guidance,

Some showered their flawless love and acted as my sisters,

Some brothers are part of my serious meaningless arguments,

All together in few tales there are leads,

Played all roles of everyone,

They started meeting me from the stop one,

They continued to be with me all the way,

Then I recollected the conversation with the God,

She told me she would meet me in my trip

And stay with me all the time thereafter,

There she would be called as friend,

So I called my heroes of every anecdote as Friends.

I know I’ll get out of this train at one stop

But that day I’ll be surrounded with them.


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Beautiful Dream...

Hapless Death

He starts his day,

Swaggering on his way,

One hand on the heavy plough,

Other on tummy, for his dough,

Lands in his farm,

Brings it into the form,

Talks to his cattle,

Makes them ready for his life’s battle,

Gets into the field,

Praying for better yield,

Bulls are tied to harrow,

And called out to furrow,

Looks above his head,

Questioning the great Head,

When the drops of boon come down,

But waits till the land turns to fried brown,

And he reaches sky,

To show his fellow mates awaiting supply,

Sky puts her sprinklers,

To wet the land with sympathetic tears,

Gets the seeds on a loan,

Never known that it makes him groan,

Sows them in the ridges,

Believing seedlings come out of their cages,

Finally some can’t, some can,

Those minimum were planted again,

This time clouds again rain,

But it is in great feign,

Water floods the crop,

Making the farmhand listen that plop,

Government grabs it for its field day,

Giving the feeders a bad day,

They never resolve this,

Thus farmers won’t have the bliss,

So, he reaches the sky again,

And asks his mates to bargain,

Hoping his death gives them breath.