Poems written by Vipin Choudhary

Prayer time

Stand up with spiritual feelings,

Fold your hands

Line up in queue

This is the time for prayer.

Civilizations

shedding up their

Set patterns

One by one.

Old ancient

Established monuments

Cracking from their

Foundations.

Just now

a person is dominant

on queue,

leading behind

the richest person of

LAST week.

Precious shoes

are taking all space,

there is no room

for old shoes now.

Light is glittering this morning,

pushing behind,

the darkness

of BLACK NIGHT

Every body is coming

forward to go,

hand in hand with IT

to welcome the shine

This is really

The time for PRAY.

Solved riddle

Like miracle it enters

smears evenly on

all the corners

symmetrically mixing well

It is next to soul

stand up by my side

like a lost dream

which is very dear to me

Quietly it enters,

stands so close,

it seems my own breath is

hitting with solid matter,

percolates in air like perfume.

Sometimes it seems like a small dot

suddenly transposes into a clear

beautiful picture.

It disappears just after its existence

because of shortage of time

it seldom have,

sufficient time.

It spends lots of time struggling hard

but it seldom wearied out

it has lots of experience

but it’ s always silent.

On his transparent surface

reflects and

can be

read my face

along with my inner soul.

When he chats with you

I can understand everything magically

Every thing surround,

becomes

Familiar like the magical stick

Time seems to fly

Always the feel of sweet goodness

All around