(I visited The Mall Road of Shimla last year along with my close friend. The following piece relates to that.)

We were together but alone
Watching the glamorous beauty
On the crowded Mall
With some hopes lingering in the hearts.

The breeze that blew was romantic
So were our thoughts and aspirations
So was the whole area.

We walked on the Mall
With our eye-cameras
Which clicked the walking beauty
And captured every glimpse of the scene
And chased the gait of young girls.

After loitering for sometime
We left the scene reluctantly
With a desire to visit again.

                         -Suresh Kumar


   

A GOOD TEACHER is more than a teacher. He is disciplinarian, a singer, a shoulder to cry on, a scholar, a clerk, a referee, a clown, a counsellor, a dress-code enforcer, a conductor, an apologist, a philosopher, dancer, a politician, a therapist, a fool, a traffic cop, a priest, a mother-father-brother-sister, an uncle, an aunt, a grandfather, a grandmother, a joker, a guide, a mentor, a bookkeeper, a critic, a helper, a listener, a psychologist, a reader, a story-teller and above all a friend.   

You are the heavenly beauty
Just to have you I always pray,
You the epitome of Black Beauty
Is all beyond praise and compare.

Though ready I am to play my part
The pain of my love how I can express,
You, the murderer of my heart
O the charming enchantress.

You are the princess of my Love
The imagination of the imagined,
That has the beauty like a dove
No doubt, you might have examined.

You reflect your charming grace
Like a lotus flower in a pond,
The beauty of which lies not in the face
But in everyhting that is far beyond.

People meet and drift apart
But be not away from me,
For you live in my heart
You know not how much I love thee.
                      -Suresh Kumar
  

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   Your eyes are like
   the deep ocean
   where I like to find out
   the pearl of my life,
   which has lost somewhere
   in the depth of you eyes;
   but not very easy to dive into
   the unfathomed darkness.
   I, still like an imagined
   enthusiastic diver
   struggling to trace out
   the beauty of the pearls.
   With a hope I can surmise
   stillness of the pearl
   in the mysterious depth of
   your dark big eyes.
   In the time to come
   the search will go on
   and that search will lead me
   to the hidden pearl(love).

Life is an art
A mountain of troubles 
In your troubles
Don't cry
You should only try and try
And conquer the sky
With your skill
And power of will. 

It is the Black Beauty that is getting on my nerves.
She is the image of every heart
The heart-beat of many a human soul
The beauty of the beautiful world
The desire to be united of every separated.
She is the milk of human kindness
The lust and longing of every eye
The quest of every modern Columbus,
The inspiration for every loving soul.
She is the fountain of love and beauty
Where everyone longs to quench his eternal thirst.
She is like an open book of love and laughter
The reader of which never dreams of sorrow.
She compels every Tom and Harry to laugh
With her everlasting compelling gustof smile.
Whoever falls in the mesh of her smile
Will desire to pass his whole long life.
To watch her beautiful reflective face
Is to imagine oneself in the eternal Paradise.