Evening shadows
play last symphony to say
goodbye to the sun.
Candles set to dance
for another chilling night
under silent moon.
Life passing away
Between realism and dreams
like the shifting scenes.
Monday, December 3, 2012
His Journey
He moved into the attic the same day we met
Those deep-set brown eyes were nothing but pools of hurts, fear and anger.
There was something more than just what appeared at the surface.
We drove down in silence, each one wrapped in our own thoughts
There was an urgency and fear in his voice.
His eyes welled as he pressed my hand in his
To me he seemed in denial and shock
Life played many tricks but unlike this one
then he died a silent death never to return to this path
Those deep-set brown eyes were nothing but pools of hurts, fear and anger.
There was something more than just what appeared at the surface.
We drove down in silence, each one wrapped in our own thoughts
There was an urgency and fear in his voice.
His eyes welled as he pressed my hand in his
To me he seemed in denial and shock
Life played many tricks but unlike this one
then he died a silent death never to return to this path
Your Soul.
I scan your eyes
and see your lips
Ever waiting
For that eternal kiss.
I see your mind
As you hold me tight
I want you to be with me
Forever till eternal night.
I feel your hands
Gentle and kind
We're drawn together
By an everlasting bind.
I taste your love
Little at a time
To be with you
Is to commit no crime
I touch your face
So soft and warm
they are guiding lights
Through the most perilous storm.
and see your lips
Ever waiting
For that eternal kiss.
I see your mind
As you hold me tight
I want you to be with me
Forever till eternal night.
I feel your hands
Gentle and kind
We're drawn together
By an everlasting bind.
I taste your love
Little at a time
To be with you
Is to commit no crime
I touch your face
So soft and warm
they are guiding lights
Through the most perilous storm.
Joke in making - Humorous
They carry umbrae of fear around them
Assuming nobody will touch them
Wind laughs’ on their innocence
Light perforate their intentions
With closed eyes they walk the rope
The courage they try to emulate backfires at them
For the sake of “Nice to have things”
They losses the “Must to have basics”.
Love is another game for them
And life is another joke in making.
Assuming nobody will touch them
Wind laughs’ on their innocence
Light perforate their intentions
With closed eyes they walk the rope
The courage they try to emulate backfires at them
For the sake of “Nice to have things”
They losses the “Must to have basics”.
Love is another game for them
And life is another joke in making.
They say .....!!!!!!!!!
They say , human body is born soft and elastic;
and plants and trees are pliant and limber, when they sprout,
but after death both becomes inflexible and rigid and
I have seen many people with rigid mind and inflexible attitude,
What do I conclude? Are they dead?
They say, hard and inflexible are characteristics of death.
Pliant and flexible are characteristics of life.
The hard and inflexible will succumb.
The pliant and flexible will endure.
What do I conclude: Truth will succumb and falsehood will endure?
They say Infinity is the essence of all things
tangible and intangible.
It has no beginning or end.
What do I conclude for “My love” just Infinite?
Whereas it has sweet beginning and dead- end.
They say, the distinctions divide the oneness of Infinity into
extremes, which is the main source of confusion.
So what do I conclude - Is confusion the source of judgment,
And judgment the source of conflicts and wars.
They say, overvaluing goods creates the desire for ownership
and therefore creates the temptation to steal.
What do I conclude, world is corrupt because of overvaluation of
goods, people, race, caste and creed and above all nations.
And finally they say , Life on earth will pass away
but Infinite love will endure forever.
And I agree with them on this.
and plants and trees are pliant and limber, when they sprout,
but after death both becomes inflexible and rigid and
I have seen many people with rigid mind and inflexible attitude,
What do I conclude? Are they dead?
They say, hard and inflexible are characteristics of death.
Pliant and flexible are characteristics of life.
The hard and inflexible will succumb.
The pliant and flexible will endure.
What do I conclude: Truth will succumb and falsehood will endure?
They say Infinity is the essence of all things
tangible and intangible.
It has no beginning or end.
What do I conclude for “My love” just Infinite?
Whereas it has sweet beginning and dead- end.
They say, the distinctions divide the oneness of Infinity into
extremes, which is the main source of confusion.
So what do I conclude - Is confusion the source of judgment,
And judgment the source of conflicts and wars.
They say, overvaluing goods creates the desire for ownership
and therefore creates the temptation to steal.
What do I conclude, world is corrupt because of overvaluation of
goods, people, race, caste and creed and above all nations.
And finally they say , Life on earth will pass away
but Infinite love will endure forever.
And I agree with them on this.
Two Diamonds - Diamantes
Slavery
Pungent, Gloomy
Running, Thrashing, Sweating
Obeying Orders……Following Heart
Singing, Dancing, Celebrating
Cheerful – Pleasant
Freedom
*****************
Prejudice,
Small-minded, Hateful,
Disliking, Ignoring, Hurting
Ignorant, Resentful…Open-hearted, Worldly
Learning, Inviting, Loving,
Brilliant, Moral
Acceptance.
Pungent, Gloomy
Running, Thrashing, Sweating
Obeying Orders……Following Heart
Singing, Dancing, Celebrating
Cheerful – Pleasant
Freedom
*****************
Prejudice,
Small-minded, Hateful,
Disliking, Ignoring, Hurting
Ignorant, Resentful…Open-hearted, Worldly
Learning, Inviting, Loving,
Brilliant, Moral
Acceptance.
How they segregate !
To a law student
they preach that a gulf exists
between lawman and the layman
To an aspiring doctor
They preach how to treat a patient
And, what stands between them and him.
To a budding politician
they teach the art of political science
and how to lure innocent people for votes.
To an engineer
they show how logics and technicalities
help them to stand apart.
To a budding management student
they teach how to manipulate simple things
that may be done with ease.
To finance person
they teach how to translate everything to monetary terms
and bully other in the name of “Checks and balances”
To an insurer
they teach how to magnify the “Risk factor”
And capitalize the fear in humans.
Million Thanks to Almighty God
We are poets and have no such institutions to preach us
and are proud that we are still pure and untouched.
they preach that a gulf exists
between lawman and the layman
To an aspiring doctor
They preach how to treat a patient
And, what stands between them and him.
To a budding politician
they teach the art of political science
and how to lure innocent people for votes.
To an engineer
they show how logics and technicalities
help them to stand apart.
To a budding management student
they teach how to manipulate simple things
that may be done with ease.
To finance person
they teach how to translate everything to monetary terms
and bully other in the name of “Checks and balances”
To an insurer
they teach how to magnify the “Risk factor”
And capitalize the fear in humans.
Million Thanks to Almighty God
We are poets and have no such institutions to preach us
and are proud that we are still pure and untouched.
Freedom Exercised - Haiku
Winter’s morning sun
My emotion melts on the
frosty window pane.
I write with finger
To see the outside world
Naked translucent.
Nature amazes
In hot and cold of this life
Freedom exercised.
My emotion melts on the
frosty window pane.
I write with finger
To see the outside world
Naked translucent.
Nature amazes
In hot and cold of this life
Freedom exercised.
Give a call !!!!!!
Call me from the far end
I am still waiting for your call
Time passed by, wind went
birds born and flew,
ants marched past the mountains
from cocoon caterpillar emerged and flew
rain and sunlight greeted rainbow several times
and I am still waiting for your call.
Before I reach the egress of patience
And start to panic with unrest mind
And plan to wander from valley to valley
With emotions swinging up and down
And darkness surrounds with devil’s wings
Forcing me to deploy negativism
Come on give me the call......
I am still waiting for your call
Time passed by, wind went
birds born and flew,
ants marched past the mountains
from cocoon caterpillar emerged and flew
rain and sunlight greeted rainbow several times
and I am still waiting for your call.
Before I reach the egress of patience
And start to panic with unrest mind
And plan to wander from valley to valley
With emotions swinging up and down
And darkness surrounds with devil’s wings
Forcing me to deploy negativism
Come on give me the call......
Mystery Unresolved !!!
They say pigeon is a symbol of peace
Then why a country with so many pigeons
Is unrest and fighting wars?
They say peacock is sign of prosperity
Then why African counties with so many peacocks
Is below the poverty line?
They say God is very kind to them
Since they possesses many natural resources
Then why they try to control other countries?
They say God has blessed them with Oil and gasses
Then why they waste it on lighting the streets, whereas
The minds of people are still in darkness?
They say they have natural wonderland of beautiful beaches
Vivid landscapes, exotic flora and fauna with the awesome lifestyle
Then why do they suppress and deprive the rights to their original tribes?
They take pride in their culture, heritage and history
Always remains protective with spiky vigilance over all activities
Then why do they do things that surrounds in mystery?
Reached to conclusion on what they say and what they do are in contrast,
peace for them is another war, prosperity is poverty, natural resources
used for power control, lighting is to nurture the darkness
And yet all mystery remains unresolved.
Then why a country with so many pigeons
Is unrest and fighting wars?
They say peacock is sign of prosperity
Then why African counties with so many peacocks
Is below the poverty line?
They say God is very kind to them
Since they possesses many natural resources
Then why they try to control other countries?
They say God has blessed them with Oil and gasses
Then why they waste it on lighting the streets, whereas
The minds of people are still in darkness?
They say they have natural wonderland of beautiful beaches
Vivid landscapes, exotic flora and fauna with the awesome lifestyle
Then why do they suppress and deprive the rights to their original tribes?
They take pride in their culture, heritage and history
Always remains protective with spiky vigilance over all activities
Then why do they do things that surrounds in mystery?
Reached to conclusion on what they say and what they do are in contrast,
peace for them is another war, prosperity is poverty, natural resources
used for power control, lighting is to nurture the darkness
And yet all mystery remains unresolved.
A light without you
Let the light of our happy moments, shine like stars
I may need it while passing through the tunnel.
The journey is so long,
With so many ups and downs.
Let the spirit plagiarize me up,
And your remembrance slides me down.
This balance is needed to remain a humane
Else erupting volcano will make me wander.
We learned many lessons together in life
In all those situations which came to pass.
Let me revise it once again without you
And realise what differences it’s going to do
I know it’s going be a bumpy ride
Still, I am ready to stand and fight
I let all worries to evaporate in sky
This light I must carry without you, till I die.
I may need it while passing through the tunnel.
The journey is so long,
With so many ups and downs.
Let the spirit plagiarize me up,
And your remembrance slides me down.
This balance is needed to remain a humane
Else erupting volcano will make me wander.
We learned many lessons together in life
In all those situations which came to pass.
Let me revise it once again without you
And realise what differences it’s going to do
I know it’s going be a bumpy ride
Still, I am ready to stand and fight
I let all worries to evaporate in sky
This light I must carry without you, till I die.
Persistence
Every night I write poetry on sky
Using stars, galaxies and moon and
Every morning sun wipes it out
I will continue to write, let them continue to wipe.
Same applies to poetry.com.
Using stars, galaxies and moon and
Every morning sun wipes it out
I will continue to write, let them continue to wipe.
Same applies to poetry.com.
Closed doors - Haiku series
a contradiction
while converse on religion
reward on my head
Points misunderstood
analyzed with sacred books
Interpretations hooked.
Innocence they plea
God for them is not for free
Price they ask “usury”.
while converse on religion
reward on my head
Points misunderstood
analyzed with sacred books
Interpretations hooked.
Innocence they plea
God for them is not for free
Price they ask “usury”.
And you call it Love !!!
Warm cocktail of happiness and pain
Sometimes the eyes cannot hold this disdain
unsaid constricts and the volcano erupts
ending a painful conflict within
to shed the tears to ease on the burden.
There are days when you long for human touch,
that one hug from someone you love or
maybe from someone who loves you.
This is reassurance that you exist.
Reassurance of something deeper
than just frivolous playful words,
Love, not pity, not sympathy, nothing,
but the silent warmth of trust, care and togetherness.
It is strange feeling to love from a distance,
Strange and heart wrenching at times and
yet there it a sweet pleasure in it,
Pleasure of knowing, believing that someone thinks of you
worth it and a smile travels through the tears.
An instant flush warms you up and
then reality shows you the mirror,
The illusion fades away,
ultimately you see surrounded by “fear”.
Fear of things that have not yet happened and
maybe they even won’t, but you fear and
in that fear anxious heart cries for comfort ,
Comfort of that illusion, that mirage you call it love.
Sometimes the eyes cannot hold this disdain
unsaid constricts and the volcano erupts
ending a painful conflict within
to shed the tears to ease on the burden.
There are days when you long for human touch,
that one hug from someone you love or
maybe from someone who loves you.
This is reassurance that you exist.
Reassurance of something deeper
than just frivolous playful words,
Love, not pity, not sympathy, nothing,
but the silent warmth of trust, care and togetherness.
It is strange feeling to love from a distance,
Strange and heart wrenching at times and
yet there it a sweet pleasure in it,
Pleasure of knowing, believing that someone thinks of you
worth it and a smile travels through the tears.
An instant flush warms you up and
then reality shows you the mirror,
The illusion fades away,
ultimately you see surrounded by “fear”.
Fear of things that have not yet happened and
maybe they even won’t, but you fear and
in that fear anxious heart cries for comfort ,
Comfort of that illusion, that mirage you call it love.
How come ?
They say my heart is weakening
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my eye sight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I meant, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body can’t lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move mountains with thoughts, How come?
They shows a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come?
They look towards sky.
They say my body actions have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
They close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my eye sight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I meant, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body can’t lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move mountains with thoughts, How come?
They shows a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come?
They look towards sky.
They say my body actions have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
They close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
Once friends now bitter foes….
Life is moving on with days and nights
Sunbeams frisking new tricks, each day
And moonbeams refreshing old memories, each night
Once friends now bitter foes.
Don’t know what went wrong
Which wind blew the love and respect?
Which light brought the jealousy and hate
Good times enjoyed together, now all out for race.
Had it been healthy competition, he wouldn’t have mind,
Had he played fair games, he would have called it divine.
He was planning for back-stabbing, slander and malign
That really hurt him as he left him all alone to be fine.
Sunbeams frisking new tricks, each day
And moonbeams refreshing old memories, each night
Once friends now bitter foes.
Don’t know what went wrong
Which wind blew the love and respect?
Which light brought the jealousy and hate
Good times enjoyed together, now all out for race.
Had it been healthy competition, he wouldn’t have mind,
Had he played fair games, he would have called it divine.
He was planning for back-stabbing, slander and malign
That really hurt him as he left him all alone to be fine.
Just Strive - Haiku Series.
Never-ending search
For peace, harmony -Stumble
on righteous actions.
Knowledge and wisdom
Never ending search, emerge
from the divine source.
Life bid no respite
Struggle unavoidable
Never give – just strive.
For peace, harmony -Stumble
on righteous actions.
Knowledge and wisdom
Never ending search, emerge
from the divine source.
Life bid no respite
Struggle unavoidable
Never give – just strive.
Future in Making – Haiku series
The scent stick ignites
Remembrance of past glory
In present milieu
Our bubbly life boils
the inquisitive future
In present vessel.
Life, ready to sail
In turbulent present to
Make superb future.
Remembrance of past glory
In present milieu
Our bubbly life boils
the inquisitive future
In present vessel.
Life, ready to sail
In turbulent present to
Make superb future.
Yet Again - Series of Haiku
Your memory comes
and floats on moonlit water
to swim yet again.
Bubbles of bygone
Quivers memory storage
To prompt yet again
The lost rainbow love ,
recur with exuberance
marching yet again.
and floats on moonlit water
to swim yet again.
Bubbles of bygone
Quivers memory storage
To prompt yet again
The lost rainbow love ,
recur with exuberance
marching yet again.
Untold story - Rubiayat
Mysteries of the grave is unknown
heart announce that you came lived and now gone
the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements
silently speaks about the resting body in the tomb.
heart announce that you came lived and now gone
the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements
silently speaks about the resting body in the tomb.
The three devils.
When the night swallows the earth,
And silence surrounds everywhere,
And the darkness covers purity like tide on tide,
The three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
They appear upon the mountains.
And runs through the rivers;
The mist floats across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they speak, and like distant thunder
their voices rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
to the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
Decently packed corked bottles, to uncork,
And to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Leaving in confused state for lights, to try and purify whole day.
And silence surrounds everywhere,
And the darkness covers purity like tide on tide,
The three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
They appear upon the mountains.
And runs through the rivers;
The mist floats across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they speak, and like distant thunder
their voices rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
to the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
Decently packed corked bottles, to uncork,
And to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Leaving in confused state for lights, to try and purify whole day.
Promise me....
Before the slumbering sun woke up
And before the dawn breaks up
Confess to me that the night we spent together
Indeed, Left indelible mark to cherish forever.
I want you to promise me one thing before I go
Behind in galaxy, undone by the outshining sunlight,
That the rhythmic words of the song we set together
And the music we discovered you shall unleash to this world.
We set our soul like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes
and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night
if the earth that enfolded the victims of oppression in that lonely place
you shall sing those sorrowful tunes of suffering souls,
and will inspire me to talk again, I resorted to silence.
But if the people understood what silence reveals to them,
they would have been as close to God as " tears in their eyes".
And before the dawn breaks up
Confess to me that the night we spent together
Indeed, Left indelible mark to cherish forever.
I want you to promise me one thing before I go
Behind in galaxy, undone by the outshining sunlight,
That the rhythmic words of the song we set together
And the music we discovered you shall unleash to this world.
We set our soul like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes
and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night
if the earth that enfolded the victims of oppression in that lonely place
you shall sing those sorrowful tunes of suffering souls,
and will inspire me to talk again, I resorted to silence.
But if the people understood what silence reveals to them,
they would have been as close to God as " tears in their eyes".
Cradle to Grave ....
The graves themselves were covered by wild flowers and moss.
I stood there observing the scene that lay in front of me.
For a long time I kept staring at a headstone;
half covered with gray green moss,
It was the only one intact even though it had aged with time.
I tried to step a little closer to inspect
but found myself rooted to the ground.
A bunch of wild daisies fluttered furiously at the base
as if desperately wanting an escape.
It was bizarre because the breeze wasn’t that strong.
The flowers held my gaze.
A strange feeling of some past connection swept through me.
The effort and the feeling of déjà vu were now consuming me.
I felt as if my skull was about to crack open.
I looked at the sky; the shadow of the moon was slipping away slowly
either the time was travelling too fast today or
my eyelids had closed upon the day.
From cradle to grave life is crawling all the way.
I stood there observing the scene that lay in front of me.
For a long time I kept staring at a headstone;
half covered with gray green moss,
It was the only one intact even though it had aged with time.
I tried to step a little closer to inspect
but found myself rooted to the ground.
A bunch of wild daisies fluttered furiously at the base
as if desperately wanting an escape.
It was bizarre because the breeze wasn’t that strong.
The flowers held my gaze.
A strange feeling of some past connection swept through me.
The effort and the feeling of déjà vu were now consuming me.
I felt as if my skull was about to crack open.
I looked at the sky; the shadow of the moon was slipping away slowly
either the time was travelling too fast today or
my eyelids had closed upon the day.
From cradle to grave life is crawling all the way.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Trophy Wife
Life is not easy in all walks of life
Some are fortunate whereas for others it’s a tough ride
Life of a woman always goes like tides
Sea many look calm inside but on shore it wage fight
A fight with self and a fight for survival with pride
This metamorphosis from a caterpillar to a butterfly
is a slow painful process, A process which for some means
shedding layers and layers of borrowed hurts and burdens.
This journey from darkness to dawn requires
an inner courage which is unmatched and unbreakable
Especially when one is economically dependent
It is difficult to take that first step and say ENOUGH
It is difficult to stand for the dignity and
face the filth flung by the society for whom
a woman is merely a “puppet” that can fit into various roles
with strings pulling her from all sides deciding what to do and when.
Follow your dreams and make big strides
No compromises, no adjustments, no sufferings or injustice
Don’t put your aspirations on a back burner, for peaceful happy married life,
You are vigorous women not just a “Trophy Wife”.
Some are fortunate whereas for others it’s a tough ride
Life of a woman always goes like tides
Sea many look calm inside but on shore it wage fight
A fight with self and a fight for survival with pride
This metamorphosis from a caterpillar to a butterfly
is a slow painful process, A process which for some means
shedding layers and layers of borrowed hurts and burdens.
This journey from darkness to dawn requires
an inner courage which is unmatched and unbreakable
Especially when one is economically dependent
It is difficult to take that first step and say ENOUGH
It is difficult to stand for the dignity and
face the filth flung by the society for whom
a woman is merely a “puppet” that can fit into various roles
with strings pulling her from all sides deciding what to do and when.
Follow your dreams and make big strides
No compromises, no adjustments, no sufferings or injustice
Don’t put your aspirations on a back burner, for peaceful happy married life,
You are vigorous women not just a “Trophy Wife”.
A Poet's Fantasy
To fly like eagles without wings
on ideas and imaginations
To craft creative work like weaver bird
To make his poem roar like lions
To paint a poem like Picasso’s work
To compose a poem like Mozart’s tunes
To construct a poem like Oscar Niemeyer’s architect work
To invent a verse of poem like Albert Einstein’s inventions
To see his poem shining like moon
To see his poems often making rainbow's colour
To see his poem enticing like waterfall
To see his poem standing like Mount Everest.
on ideas and imaginations
To craft creative work like weaver bird
To make his poem roar like lions
To paint a poem like Picasso’s work
To compose a poem like Mozart’s tunes
To construct a poem like Oscar Niemeyer’s architect work
To invent a verse of poem like Albert Einstein’s inventions
To see his poem shining like moon
To see his poems often making rainbow's colour
To see his poem enticing like waterfall
To see his poem standing like Mount Everest.
Fate and Destiny
Fate had a fight with destiny , life. followed and death succeeded
Fate said I am preordained course of anybody's life
Destiny said I am a set of predetermined events,
Life said without me you both are useless
Death said I am in love with life and I always succeed.
Fate said I am preordained course of anybody's life
Destiny said I am a set of predetermined events,
Life said without me you both are useless
Death said I am in love with life and I always succeed.
How often !!
How often shadow is bigger than substance
How often fiction rules over reality
How often our imagination become burden
How often river looses identity in sea
How often your name is bigger than you
How often your pen becomes mightier than sword
How often you are loved because it’s YOU
How often you strike jackpot in a single try
No matter if shadow far stretched it goes in darkness.
Fiction is for fun, imagination reflects your desire.
River on its way swallow thirst, hunger and worries.
Name, pen and love are associated with luck, hard work and success.
How often fiction rules over reality
How often our imagination become burden
How often river looses identity in sea
How often your name is bigger than you
How often your pen becomes mightier than sword
How often you are loved because it’s YOU
How often you strike jackpot in a single try
No matter if shadow far stretched it goes in darkness.
Fiction is for fun, imagination reflects your desire.
River on its way swallow thirst, hunger and worries.
Name, pen and love are associated with luck, hard work and success.
Fighting Love - Rubaiyat
In my agony and your ecstasy of love.
Who is winning the battle we seldom care?
Life arena becomes the battlefield with tug of war
Whichever side the rope gets pulled, war is on again.
Who is winning the battle we seldom care?
Life arena becomes the battlefield with tug of war
Whichever side the rope gets pulled, war is on again.
Generation's gap
I wonder on loss of innocence to technology today
Why there are no long relaxing hours for mind, body and soul?
Why micro moments filled with gadgets and iphones ?
Why story books are lying in the shelves?
Kids say, books are too long to read
they have seen in video games and cartoon movies!
They refer to youtube , google when asked for something
All assignments are done by mere search.
Modern Tolstoy’s life is like a chat room,
hundreds of friends on the three social networks
Virtual life gives him a kick, mouse pads have replaced watching epics
He had fixed some poker game challenge on Facebook
His blackberry continues to beep with messages and alerts.
You call them to accompany you to zoo
And he tells you to watch them on
Animal planets or national geography channel
If you ask them about their family and real-time friends
They say family and friends are so boring,
I don’t enjoy anything with them.
I wonder will my kids ever understand all this
The shells, colorful pebbles that was so painstakingly collected
and carefully placed in old shoe boxes
Running barefoot in the rain in the lawn ,
on the terrace, in the field ,
carefree and brimming with joy ,
splashing water with the toes full of mud and weeds.
Making paper boats and watching them zigzag
water streaming through the narrow lanes.
Climbing on the trees and
sitting for hours observing the world beneath,
legs swinging to some unheard music,
Playing marbles, hopscotch and other local games.
Making tents out of sheets and
blankets over the furniture and
escaping into a magical world lit by torch.
So sad to see the world has changed very fast
Generation is passing by widening the gaps.
Why there are no long relaxing hours for mind, body and soul?
Why micro moments filled with gadgets and iphones ?
Why story books are lying in the shelves?
Kids say, books are too long to read
they have seen in video games and cartoon movies!
They refer to youtube , google when asked for something
All assignments are done by mere search.
Modern Tolstoy’s life is like a chat room,
hundreds of friends on the three social networks
Virtual life gives him a kick, mouse pads have replaced watching epics
He had fixed some poker game challenge on Facebook
His blackberry continues to beep with messages and alerts.
You call them to accompany you to zoo
And he tells you to watch them on
Animal planets or national geography channel
If you ask them about their family and real-time friends
They say family and friends are so boring,
I don’t enjoy anything with them.
I wonder will my kids ever understand all this
The shells, colorful pebbles that was so painstakingly collected
and carefully placed in old shoe boxes
Running barefoot in the rain in the lawn ,
on the terrace, in the field ,
carefree and brimming with joy ,
splashing water with the toes full of mud and weeds.
Making paper boats and watching them zigzag
water streaming through the narrow lanes.
Climbing on the trees and
sitting for hours observing the world beneath,
legs swinging to some unheard music,
Playing marbles, hopscotch and other local games.
Making tents out of sheets and
blankets over the furniture and
escaping into a magical world lit by torch.
So sad to see the world has changed very fast
Generation is passing by widening the gaps.
Forever and ever till eternity….
Like a phoenix I rise from the ashes of my dreams
My mind rejuvenate for what I have seen
A beautiful world without sorrows and pains
Heart filling everything with solace and restrain
My healing tears silently fall by taking away the pain and hurt
a calmness seeps inside me like the first summer’s rainy dirt.
I am cleansed and refreshed as I am born again.
The memories of the lost love flushes out from my brain.
Like a soulful melody I forgive myself and you
for the mistakes we committed disappears like dew
From the unseen chains that strangled us in the past
It is a new beginning for you and me and for our new lit love to last.
Forever and ever till eternity….
My mind rejuvenate for what I have seen
A beautiful world without sorrows and pains
Heart filling everything with solace and restrain
My healing tears silently fall by taking away the pain and hurt
a calmness seeps inside me like the first summer’s rainy dirt.
I am cleansed and refreshed as I am born again.
The memories of the lost love flushes out from my brain.
Like a soulful melody I forgive myself and you
for the mistakes we committed disappears like dew
From the unseen chains that strangled us in the past
It is a new beginning for you and me and for our new lit love to last.
Forever and ever till eternity….
Disguise games - Rubaiyat
The nakedness dances at the feet of vulgar
The hidden darkness now flash outside
The molten pride is pampering uncovered egos
Death is silently smiling on; as the life is playing games of masquerade.
The hidden darkness now flash outside
The molten pride is pampering uncovered egos
Death is silently smiling on; as the life is playing games of masquerade.
Be it of ..........
Be it of rich, be it of poor
The colour of the blood is same
Be it of wood, be it of charcoal,
Colour of fume is the same
Be is of strong, be it of weak,
The sweat of both is same.
Be it of lover, be it of poet,
The pain of both is same.
Be it of father, be it of mother,
Blessings of both are same.
Be it of brothers, be it of sisters,
Love and affection of both is same.
Be it of thinker, be it of scientist,
Vision of both is same.
Be it of life, be it of death,
The story of both is same.
The colour of the blood is same
Be it of wood, be it of charcoal,
Colour of fume is the same
Be is of strong, be it of weak,
The sweat of both is same.
Be it of lover, be it of poet,
The pain of both is same.
Be it of father, be it of mother,
Blessings of both are same.
Be it of brothers, be it of sisters,
Love and affection of both is same.
Be it of thinker, be it of scientist,
Vision of both is same.
Be it of life, be it of death,
The story of both is same.
Together - Rubaiyat.
Righteousness and wickedness are together
Like day and night, inseparable and joined at the hip.
They go hand in hand, one outshines other with sincerity
Love and hate are on opposite ends yet shake hands from behind.
Like day and night, inseparable and joined at the hip.
They go hand in hand, one outshines other with sincerity
Love and hate are on opposite ends yet shake hands from behind.
Untold Story - Rubaiyat.
Mysteries of the grave is unknown
heart announce that you came lived and now gone
the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements
silently speaks about the resting body in the tomb.
heart announce that you came lived and now gone
the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements
silently speaks about the resting body in the tomb.
Promise Me.....
Before the slumbering sun woke up
And before the dawn breaks up
Confess to me that the night we spent together
Indeed, Left indelible mark to cherish forever.
I want you to promise me one thing before I go
Behind in galaxy, undone by the outshining sunlight,
That the rhythmic words of the song we set together
And the music we discovered you shall unleash to this world.
We set our soul like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes
and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night
if the earth that enfolded the victims of oppression in that lonely place
you shall sing those sorrowful tunes of suffering souls,
and will inspire me to talk again, I resorted to silence.
But if the people understood what silence reveals to them,
they would have been as close to God as " tears in their eyes".
And before the dawn breaks up
Confess to me that the night we spent together
Indeed, Left indelible mark to cherish forever.
I want you to promise me one thing before I go
Behind in galaxy, undone by the outshining sunlight,
That the rhythmic words of the song we set together
And the music we discovered you shall unleash to this world.
We set our soul like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes
and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night
if the earth that enfolded the victims of oppression in that lonely place
you shall sing those sorrowful tunes of suffering souls,
and will inspire me to talk again, I resorted to silence.
But if the people understood what silence reveals to them,
they would have been as close to God as " tears in their eyes".
The three devils….
When the night swallows the earth,
And silence surrounds everywhere,
And the darkness covers purity like tide on tide,
The three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
They appear upon the mountains.
And runs through the rivers;
The mist floats across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they speak, and like distant thunder
their voices rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
to the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
Decently packed corked bottles, to uncork,
And to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Leaving in confused state for lights, to try and purify whole day.
And silence surrounds everywhere,
And the darkness covers purity like tide on tide,
The three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
They appear upon the mountains.
And runs through the rivers;
The mist floats across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they speak, and like distant thunder
their voices rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
to the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
Decently packed corked bottles, to uncork,
And to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Leaving in confused state for lights, to try and purify whole day.
How Come ??
They say my heart is weakening
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my eye sight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I meant, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body can’t lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move mountains with thoughts, How come?
They shows a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come?
They look towards sky.
They say my body actions have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
They close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my eye sight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I meant, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body can’t lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move mountains with thoughts, How come?
They shows a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come?
They look towards sky.
They say my body actions have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
They close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
Did you see !!!!
Did you see my love notes?
On the wings of butterfly
On the roaring waves of the sea
On the passing rays through the prism
Did you hear my voice?
In the morning bells,
In the bird’s tweet,
In, the whistling winds passing by the leave.
Did you feel me?
By the touch of wind
In the fragrance of the flowers
In the softness of the clouds.
I am with you all the time
In every form in every shape
Yet you overlook me at times
and search me outside somewhere.
On the wings of butterfly
On the roaring waves of the sea
On the passing rays through the prism
Did you hear my voice?
In the morning bells,
In the bird’s tweet,
In, the whistling winds passing by the leave.
Did you feel me?
By the touch of wind
In the fragrance of the flowers
In the softness of the clouds.
I am with you all the time
In every form in every shape
Yet you overlook me at times
and search me outside somewhere.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
You call it LOVE
Warm cocktail of happiness and pain
Sometimes the eyes cannot hold this disdain
unsaid constricts and the volcano erupts
ending a painful conflict within
to shed the tears to ease on the burden.
There are days when you long for human touch,
that one hug from someone you love or
maybe from someone who loves you.
This is reassurance that you exist.
Reassurance of something deeper
than just frivolous playful words,
Love, not pity, not sympathy, nothing,
but the silent warmth of trust, care and togetherness.
It is strange feeling to love from a distance,
Strange and heart wrenching at times and
yet there it a sweet pleasure in it,
Pleasure of knowing, believing that someone thinks of you
worth it and a smile travels through the tears.
An instant flush warms you up and
then reality shows you the mirror,
The illusion fades away,
ultimately you see surrounded by “fear”.
Fear of things that have not yet happened and
maybe they even won’t, but you fear and
in that fear anxious heart cries for comfort
Comfort of that illusion, that mirage you call it love.
Sometimes the eyes cannot hold this disdain
unsaid constricts and the volcano erupts
ending a painful conflict within
to shed the tears to ease on the burden.
There are days when you long for human touch,
that one hug from someone you love or
maybe from someone who loves you.
This is reassurance that you exist.
Reassurance of something deeper
than just frivolous playful words,
Love, not pity, not sympathy, nothing,
but the silent warmth of trust, care and togetherness.
It is strange feeling to love from a distance,
Strange and heart wrenching at times and
yet there it a sweet pleasure in it,
Pleasure of knowing, believing that someone thinks of you
worth it and a smile travels through the tears.
An instant flush warms you up and
then reality shows you the mirror,
The illusion fades away,
ultimately you see surrounded by “fear”.
Fear of things that have not yet happened and
maybe they even won’t, but you fear and
in that fear anxious heart cries for comfort
Comfort of that illusion, that mirage you call it love.
Déjà vu - Already seen.
The graves themselves were covered by wild flowers and moss.
I stood there observing the scene that lay in front of me.
For a long time I kept staring at a headstone; half covered with gray green moss,
It was the only one intact even though it had aged with time.
I tried to step a little closer to inspect but found myself rooted to the ground.
A bunch of wild daisies fluttered furiously at the base
as if desperately wanting an escape.
It was bizarre because the breeze wasn’t that strong.
The flowers held my gaze.
A strange feeling of some past connection swept through me.
The effort and the feeling of déjà vu were now consuming me.
I felt as if my skull was about to crack open.
I looked at the sky; the shadow of the moon was slipping away slowly
either the time was travelling too fast today or
my eyelids had closed upon the day.
From cradle to grave life is crawling all the way.
I stood there observing the scene that lay in front of me.
For a long time I kept staring at a headstone; half covered with gray green moss,
It was the only one intact even though it had aged with time.
I tried to step a little closer to inspect but found myself rooted to the ground.
A bunch of wild daisies fluttered furiously at the base
as if desperately wanting an escape.
It was bizarre because the breeze wasn’t that strong.
The flowers held my gaze.
A strange feeling of some past connection swept through me.
The effort and the feeling of déjà vu were now consuming me.
I felt as if my skull was about to crack open.
I looked at the sky; the shadow of the moon was slipping away slowly
either the time was travelling too fast today or
my eyelids had closed upon the day.
From cradle to grave life is crawling all the way.
Her Comfort
Day and night seemed to have merged.
Weak with desire and fatigue I sank into her arms.
The touch of Senorita’s smooth skin
felt like ice on my scorched skin.
I was delirious.
I remember whispering strange meaningless words to her.
My face resting in the curve of her neck and
her strong comforting arms wrapped around me like a blanket.
It was uncanny how easily I melted and
morphed into her skin and became her.
Our relationship was something between friendship and love,
something which I had not experienced in real life.
The comfort I felt by being with her
was like fluid with no spaces in-between.
Weak with desire and fatigue I sank into her arms.
The touch of Senorita’s smooth skin
felt like ice on my scorched skin.
I was delirious.
I remember whispering strange meaningless words to her.
My face resting in the curve of her neck and
her strong comforting arms wrapped around me like a blanket.
It was uncanny how easily I melted and
morphed into her skin and became her.
Our relationship was something between friendship and love,
something which I had not experienced in real life.
The comfort I felt by being with her
was like fluid with no spaces in-between.
Your Burden
With heavy heart
I carry a burden of your love
struggling to hide
Unable to pride
Your glance
gives a moony look to me
darkness surrounds thereafter
one night is enough for gloomy
way to haul your burden
Your smile is apart
like two mounts In a valley
Where my love rally
Between echoing sound
of your inner sense and my present.
Your fragrance
Runs in my vein like blood
Making bubbles of hope to dare and fight
life is cruel but to frighten me
when you are out of my sight.
Burden, I can’t carry anymore
nor have secret place to store
endorse or frown on
now, linger is arguing with patience
on your burden.
I carry a burden of your love
struggling to hide
Unable to pride
Your glance
gives a moony look to me
darkness surrounds thereafter
one night is enough for gloomy
way to haul your burden
Your smile is apart
like two mounts In a valley
Where my love rally
Between echoing sound
of your inner sense and my present.
Your fragrance
Runs in my vein like blood
Making bubbles of hope to dare and fight
life is cruel but to frighten me
when you are out of my sight.
Burden, I can’t carry anymore
nor have secret place to store
endorse or frown on
now, linger is arguing with patience
on your burden.
To make you happy - ( Poem in Haiku form)
Your salty tears have
drowned me in deep sea of thoughts
mind suffocating.
Life is struggling hard
to make you happy again
bring back starry shine
Loneliness, comfort.
to bring again those lost dreams
with a smiley hope.
For your happiness
I’ll turn earth- sky upside down
On painting canvas.
drowned me in deep sea of thoughts
mind suffocating.
Life is struggling hard
to make you happy again
bring back starry shine
Loneliness, comfort.
to bring again those lost dreams
with a smiley hope.
For your happiness
I’ll turn earth- sky upside down
On painting canvas.
ECG - Haiku
Peak-valley around
emotions going up-down
heartbeat working fine
Alternate
Peak-valley around
like life cycle moving on
graphics fascinates
emotions going up-down
heartbeat working fine
Alternate
Peak-valley around
like life cycle moving on
graphics fascinates
New Ways
Bitter changes are better changes
But seldom we realise.
We tend to follow the set path for us
And how many time we defy.
Later on we keep repenting
Had we done it this way or that way.
By the time results are declared
It is always too late.
So take initiative and be proactive
Look for different ways
Any result is the success
because you tried in a different way.
But seldom we realise.
We tend to follow the set path for us
And how many time we defy.
Later on we keep repenting
Had we done it this way or that way.
By the time results are declared
It is always too late.
So take initiative and be proactive
Look for different ways
Any result is the success
because you tried in a different way.
The inner light
As I walk on a familiar road shaded with
the deepening shadows of ancient trees
that lined on both sides
I realised the shade of green during daytime vanished
and at night they acquired demonic shapes.
How cruel the night is ;
it paints everything in its own colour.
All forms, colours, and shapes dissolve.
It fills them with similar melancholy stillness.
There are things one can see only in the darkens of night
The road beneath my bare feet was like a glacier.
I was sure I heard earth’s soundless whispering drifting through the trees.
Everything was transfixed except the inner light.
the deepening shadows of ancient trees
that lined on both sides
I realised the shade of green during daytime vanished
and at night they acquired demonic shapes.
How cruel the night is ;
it paints everything in its own colour.
All forms, colours, and shapes dissolve.
It fills them with similar melancholy stillness.
There are things one can see only in the darkens of night
The road beneath my bare feet was like a glacier.
I was sure I heard earth’s soundless whispering drifting through the trees.
Everything was transfixed except the inner light.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Common Factor
Wind Defiling leaves
Waves making noise
Mind unrest with thoughts
Turmoil environs
A very common factor
In our modern days’ lifestyle.
Waves making noise
Mind unrest with thoughts
Turmoil environs
A very common factor
In our modern days’ lifestyle.
Head is held high
I am in prison with captive soul inside,
My thoughts clash with social norms,
Creativity deals with narrow minds
Still head is held high.
My thoughts clash with social norms,
Creativity deals with narrow minds
Still head is held high.
Inner voice says just Smile
Inner voice said something to me
I realised a radiant smile beaming brighter
Suddenly a strong wind blew me up
When the wind subsided, the voice was gone.
I felt rejuvenated and although all the worries and problems still existed,
but I started looking at them quite differently.
Inner voice said I see :
Your disposition and nature has been extraordinarily noticeable.
Your luminous smile lit all lamps in the heart of all those whom you met.
I will now share with you the greatest secret power
in the world that you and all other humans possess.
I held my breath to listen, like a lamp post.
The truth of the matter is... there is no secret powers more potent than the one you possess now A SMILE.
I realised a radiant smile beaming brighter
Suddenly a strong wind blew me up
When the wind subsided, the voice was gone.
I felt rejuvenated and although all the worries and problems still existed,
but I started looking at them quite differently.
Inner voice said I see :
Your disposition and nature has been extraordinarily noticeable.
Your luminous smile lit all lamps in the heart of all those whom you met.
I will now share with you the greatest secret power
in the world that you and all other humans possess.
I held my breath to listen, like a lamp post.
The truth of the matter is... there is no secret powers more potent than the one you possess now A SMILE.
His Trust
I don't have parachute still dare to jump from sky
I don't have wings but still dare to fly
I know I am mortal still dare to live a life
His trust on me as human is my real dare and trail.
I don't have wings but still dare to fly
I know I am mortal still dare to live a life
His trust on me as human is my real dare and trail.
Monday, September 17, 2012
A sonnet - The Trapeze artist
Life is a circus
And I am a trapeze artist
I perform exercises to remain
I do stunts to entertain
I have no choice but to follow
What fate has decided for me to swallow.
Inside my heart I see all hollow.
No one is there to understand my sorrow.
I envy the jokers
They live their life the king size
But of course their mind does the exercise
Behind their mask, inside they cry.
Jugglers are great strugglers
This is short story of my Life’s circus.
And I am a trapeze artist
I perform exercises to remain
I do stunts to entertain
I have no choice but to follow
What fate has decided for me to swallow.
Inside my heart I see all hollow.
No one is there to understand my sorrow.
I envy the jokers
They live their life the king size
But of course their mind does the exercise
Behind their mask, inside they cry.
Jugglers are great strugglers
This is short story of my Life’s circus.
He is still writing.........
His fall from grace
was almost as meteoric
as his rise to fame
one moment he was in top poet's slot
the next moment he was hooted out.
from rise to fall he has seen all
Critics being harsh with comments,
competitors becoming friends and
Friends turn to competitors
His poetic life’s curve was perfect
with peaks and valleys.
He never stopped writing
And he is still writing.
was almost as meteoric
as his rise to fame
one moment he was in top poet's slot
the next moment he was hooted out.
from rise to fall he has seen all
Critics being harsh with comments,
competitors becoming friends and
Friends turn to competitors
His poetic life’s curve was perfect
with peaks and valleys.
He never stopped writing
And he is still writing.
Your Love
No eyes see by itself only by reflection
No hand can touch it
No tongue can taste it
No ears can hear it
Only heart can feel it
And it is your love.
No hand can touch it
No tongue can taste it
No ears can hear it
Only heart can feel it
And it is your love.
Thanks to All
Hurt made me grow,
Failure helped me to know,
Losses taught me how to make gains,
Some lessons I learned from pains.
No way, we can change our past,
The only thing we can do is to learn very fast
Present demands more duty
Future holds all the beauty.
I have learned to smile all the way,
Take the things into stride as they pave,
Life is all about how you take,
It is up to us to make or break.
Tides taught me to humble down,
Dust reminded me to settle down,
Today I cherish those lessons
Which allowed me to do “Thumb up
Failure helped me to know,
Losses taught me how to make gains,
Some lessons I learned from pains.
No way, we can change our past,
The only thing we can do is to learn very fast
Present demands more duty
Future holds all the beauty.
I have learned to smile all the way,
Take the things into stride as they pave,
Life is all about how you take,
It is up to us to make or break.
Tides taught me to humble down,
Dust reminded me to settle down,
Today I cherish those lessons
Which allowed me to do “Thumb up
Fighting Spirit
In the grip of prejudice
Life offers them no respite
they keep on struggle despite
only the strong people survive
In dark tunnel, Hope is the only light
Life’s journey is nothing but mixture of
Courage, determination, struggle and fight.
Life offers them no respite
they keep on struggle despite
only the strong people survive
In dark tunnel, Hope is the only light
Life’s journey is nothing but mixture of
Courage, determination, struggle and fight.
Your Burden
With heavy heart
I carry a burden of your love
Struggling to hide
Unable to pride
Your glance
Appears moony to me
Remains and then hidey-hole
One night enough
is gloomy to haul burden
Your smile
Looks apart like two mounts
In a valley
Where my love rally
Between echoing sound
Burden of voice to carry
Your fragrance
Runs in my vein like blood
Making bubbles of hope to dare
I convey through my masculine power
That evaporates with your looks.
Burden
I can’t carry anymore
Nor have secret place to store
endorse or frown on
Wait is arguing with patience
On your burden
I carry a burden of your love
Struggling to hide
Unable to pride
Your glance
Appears moony to me
Remains and then hidey-hole
One night enough
is gloomy to haul burden
Your smile
Looks apart like two mounts
In a valley
Where my love rally
Between echoing sound
Burden of voice to carry
Your fragrance
Runs in my vein like blood
Making bubbles of hope to dare
I convey through my masculine power
That evaporates with your looks.
Burden
I can’t carry anymore
Nor have secret place to store
endorse or frown on
Wait is arguing with patience
On your burden
Thumbs Up
Hurt made me grow,
Failure helped me to know,
Losses taught me how to make gains,
Some lessons I learned from pains.
No way, can we change our past,
The only thing we can do is to learn very fast
Present demands more duty
Future holds all the beauty.
I have learned to smile all the way,
Take the things into stride as they pave,
Life is all about how you take,
It is up to us to make or break.
Tides taught me to humble down,
Dust reminded me to settle down,
Today I cherish those lessons
Which allowed me to do “Thumb up
Failure helped me to know,
Losses taught me how to make gains,
Some lessons I learned from pains.
No way, can we change our past,
The only thing we can do is to learn very fast
Present demands more duty
Future holds all the beauty.
I have learned to smile all the way,
Take the things into stride as they pave,
Life is all about how you take,
It is up to us to make or break.
Tides taught me to humble down,
Dust reminded me to settle down,
Today I cherish those lessons
Which allowed me to do “Thumb up
My Innocence
In her dreams she was laughing
I was crying and awake
her body was moving as if in dance
my heart was beating like boiling bubbles
She was in happy state as she revealed the truth
I was in nightmare to cove the falsehood.
We were in contrasting style
I was looking down , she was dreaming high
To say the truth is like lighten your heart
to conceal the truth is carrying burden on your back
I decided to spill the beans
Morning I was behind the bars , she was a dancing queen
Even in dreams she knew the art of lying
Even in my awake state I failed to learn the lessons.
In Style
With you besides
Love reaches the heights of sky,
the Zenith of glory ,
As if, prestigious battle is won in style.
Love reaches the heights of sky,
the Zenith of glory ,
As if, prestigious battle is won in style.
My Friends
Like lone moon
like lone wind
I wander whole spring
Like crisp night
Like candle lights
I melt within skin
Like thunder storms
Like waterfalls
I fall for worldly sins
Like rising sun
Like flower bloom
I make each beginning
By God’s grace
By sheer courage
I owe happiness to friends
like lone wind
I wander whole spring
Like crisp night
Like candle lights
I melt within skin
Like thunder storms
Like waterfalls
I fall for worldly sins
Like rising sun
Like flower bloom
I make each beginning
By God’s grace
By sheer courage
I owe happiness to friends
Before It's too late.....
They acquired a wealth of knowledge
But their action doesn’t justify
they just couldn’t get past reading or listening
to actually living the life they desired.
Often you may see their frustration
They are very raw in this art
Quite a few indications that they have
Shows gap between knowledge and action.
They blame to routines of daily life
getting in their way and
the initial zeal just dies out
making them at bay.
The question is not "can I accomplish this?"
It is "how am I motivated to accomplish this?"
Think about this before it’s too late
Life is very cruel, it is pushing you to death’s gate.
But their action doesn’t justify
they just couldn’t get past reading or listening
to actually living the life they desired.
Often you may see their frustration
They are very raw in this art
Quite a few indications that they have
Shows gap between knowledge and action.
They blame to routines of daily life
getting in their way and
the initial zeal just dies out
making them at bay.
The question is not "can I accomplish this?"
It is "how am I motivated to accomplish this?"
Think about this before it’s too late
Life is very cruel, it is pushing you to death’s gate.
Life - Rubaiyat
Life is just a swing between realities and dreams
No ambrosia can give you respite of immortality
Every soul shall have a taste of death
Enjoy the deceptive life with dignity and tranquility
No ambrosia can give you respite of immortality
Every soul shall have a taste of death
Enjoy the deceptive life with dignity and tranquility
A Poet’s Autopsy
A humorous poem:
A young poet died
Reason unknown, doctors bemused
Biologically, nothing was wrong
Heart was functioning properly
Lungs had no infections
Last lipid profile was d*mn good
Other laboratory results were within range
No head or body injury
No heart attack trails,
then what could be the cause of this sudden death?
The mystery was buzzing around the medical world
to write something in autopsy report as cause of death.
And then emerged another poet with some unusual complaints
And all doctors shifted their prime focus on him
May be they can relate something or may get some clue
The complaints he had was acute shortage of ideas
Lack of creative imaginations,
Evasive dreams and to top all , painless thoughts
Feeling suffocative even with maximum oxygen around
Feeling lifeless even with normal heartbeats
Unable to converse even with brain functioning properly
Blood circulation customary, digestive system churning food.
The Autopsy report completed with findings :
“Sudden attack of imagenaria forced soul to vacate body causing nonfunctioning of biological body”
A young poet died
Reason unknown, doctors bemused
Biologically, nothing was wrong
Heart was functioning properly
Lungs had no infections
Last lipid profile was d*mn good
Other laboratory results were within range
No head or body injury
No heart attack trails,
then what could be the cause of this sudden death?
The mystery was buzzing around the medical world
to write something in autopsy report as cause of death.
And then emerged another poet with some unusual complaints
And all doctors shifted their prime focus on him
May be they can relate something or may get some clue
The complaints he had was acute shortage of ideas
Lack of creative imaginations,
Evasive dreams and to top all , painless thoughts
Feeling suffocative even with maximum oxygen around
Feeling lifeless even with normal heartbeats
Unable to converse even with brain functioning properly
Blood circulation customary, digestive system churning food.
The Autopsy report completed with findings :
“Sudden attack of imagenaria forced soul to vacate body causing nonfunctioning of biological body”
Crying baby
What is the point?
To make such a big hue and cry
Check inside your heart
And see what you fried
You shall reap
What you have sowed
Nobody will do wrong
Unless you have done something wrong
All blameworthy plea their innocence
Only God is the witness of their virtuousness
May be their ego rules over them
Behind the smoke screen they dwell in helm
O Baby, please don’t cry, do some introspection
Before time is up and repentance becomes high and dry.
To make such a big hue and cry
Check inside your heart
And see what you fried
You shall reap
What you have sowed
Nobody will do wrong
Unless you have done something wrong
All blameworthy plea their innocence
Only God is the witness of their virtuousness
May be their ego rules over them
Behind the smoke screen they dwell in helm
O Baby, please don’t cry, do some introspection
Before time is up and repentance becomes high and dry.
Path Finder
Keep radar rotating and map in your eye
Take oath, will never rest till goals are flat.
Pierce through like light and travel distance like sound
Boost moral like mountains and be playful like canal….
Let your imagination find path and take the plight of dreams.
Fill belly with firestorm and retain steely nerve
Can someone stop you from reaching top !
Yes, your own doubts are enemy; kick them hard as you can.
Take oath, will never rest till goals are flat.
Pierce through like light and travel distance like sound
Boost moral like mountains and be playful like canal….
Let your imagination find path and take the plight of dreams.
Fill belly with firestorm and retain steely nerve
Can someone stop you from reaching top !
Yes, your own doubts are enemy; kick them hard as you can.
From Prejudice
From the grip of prejudice those who survive
learn patience and perseverance
They shine like a rainbow and
Reflect like a prism.
learn patience and perseverance
They shine like a rainbow and
Reflect like a prism.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Blue Bell
Sound getting louder and louder
ears can't bear them now
thought it is from outside
may be a bell ringing somewhere else
Sound piercing heart now
reached the head
settled in my nerves seems
everything looking hell-bent
My inner sense raging
to identify why it is so loud
Am I the only one
who is listening to deafening sound
Why others are happy
why no one is bothered
except me and no one else
eyes are in search for source
Oh, It’s the blue bell
bell I have in my heart
I prayed for its ringing
when I am not doing right.
But what did I do wrong
let me just figure it out
to stop this blue bell’s sound
My struggle to separate falsehood from truth is on………
ears can't bear them now
thought it is from outside
may be a bell ringing somewhere else
Sound piercing heart now
reached the head
settled in my nerves seems
everything looking hell-bent
My inner sense raging
to identify why it is so loud
Am I the only one
who is listening to deafening sound
Why others are happy
why no one is bothered
except me and no one else
eyes are in search for source
Oh, It’s the blue bell
bell I have in my heart
I prayed for its ringing
when I am not doing right.
But what did I do wrong
let me just figure it out
to stop this blue bell’s sound
My struggle to separate falsehood from truth is on………
Walk Again
When you are with me
I am within my skin
all my feelings
makes me realise you are there
you may not realise
the comfort i derive
from your company
long distance is not long journey
hold my hand and my feelings
hold everything together
and let's walk again in moonlight
through the life's tunnel
let's walk together
Once again forever.
I am within my skin
all my feelings
makes me realise you are there
you may not realise
the comfort i derive
from your company
long distance is not long journey
hold my hand and my feelings
hold everything together
and let's walk again in moonlight
through the life's tunnel
let's walk together
Once again forever.
Believe in destiny
This makes me believe in destiny
That I meet you daily
Through my poems
This acquaintance wouldn’t
Have been possible
Had not my poems reached you
Touched your heart
Attracted your attention and
Invited to visit my imaginative world
And this makes me firmly believe in destiny.
That I meet you daily
Through my poems
This acquaintance wouldn’t
Have been possible
Had not my poems reached you
Touched your heart
Attracted your attention and
Invited to visit my imaginative world
And this makes me firmly believe in destiny.
The Dare of a Poet
Can you dare sun to stop the light,
can you dare wind to blow the sky,
can you dare fire to calm down,
can you dare mind to vacate thoughts.
Poet can dare to do that all
imagine the unimaginable
think the unthinkable
dare to live the life beyond this universe
He dies many times while still alive.
can you dare wind to blow the sky,
can you dare fire to calm down,
can you dare mind to vacate thoughts.
Poet can dare to do that all
imagine the unimaginable
think the unthinkable
dare to live the life beyond this universe
He dies many times while still alive.
Indelible scars on their soul - Rubaiyat
No tears could wash even a single word
you utter in anger or arrogance
to your fellow human being
And will leave indelible scars on their soul.
you utter in anger or arrogance
to your fellow human being
And will leave indelible scars on their soul.
Deeds we shall carry
Life is so temporary
all enjoyment
and sorrow
will finish one day.
The only thing
which will remain
and will go with us
is our deeds.
Deeds on how we acted
during the times
of prosperity
and in adversity.
all enjoyment
and sorrow
will finish one day.
The only thing
which will remain
and will go with us
is our deeds.
Deeds on how we acted
during the times
of prosperity
and in adversity.
And with TIME everything will pass
The defeat was not yours,
the victory is not yours.
You are just a watcher and
everything just passes by.
We are witnesses of all this,
nothing is permanent in our life
things will come and
with time everything will pass
the victory is not yours.
You are just a watcher and
everything just passes by.
We are witnesses of all this,
nothing is permanent in our life
things will come and
with time everything will pass
Unknown Treasure
They are really fortunate,
Who witness the blossom of the nature.
Since wisdom in knowing the unknown,
is revealed by simple things of life.
Who witness the blossom of the nature.
Since wisdom in knowing the unknown,
is revealed by simple things of life.
In love things are different
Love is the fabric of soul
silken touch of heart
smooth ride of feelings
to work wonder for emotional healing.
Eyes hear the sound of heart
ear sees the emotional part
nose listens to sound of dart
impossible looks possible
In love things are different
from the perceived ones.
fall in love and feel these things
Life will be different
and living will have different meaning.
silken touch of heart
smooth ride of feelings
to work wonder for emotional healing.
Eyes hear the sound of heart
ear sees the emotional part
nose listens to sound of dart
impossible looks possible
In love things are different
from the perceived ones.
fall in love and feel these things
Life will be different
and living will have different meaning.
Heart and Soul
Determination swings between
Possession and satisfaction
to win heart and soul
of human body.
Possession and satisfaction
to win heart and soul
of human body.
Thorn
The pain and suffering of thorn
Never goes in vain
Despite fables spread
to undermine the supreme sacrifice,
Ask rose or any buds and they will
let you know about the thorn.
Never goes in vain
Despite fables spread
to undermine the supreme sacrifice,
Ask rose or any buds and they will
let you know about the thorn.
My Friends
Like lone moon
like lone wind
I wander whole spring
Like crisp night
Like candle lights
I melt within skin
Like thunder storms
Like waterfalls
I fall for worldly sins
Like rising sun
Like flower bloom
I make each beginning
By God’s grace
By sheer courage
I owe happiness to friends
like lone wind
I wander whole spring
Like crisp night
Like candle lights
I melt within skin
Like thunder storms
Like waterfalls
I fall for worldly sins
Like rising sun
Like flower bloom
I make each beginning
By God’s grace
By sheer courage
I owe happiness to friends
Time
Time stays with sorrow
with happiness it flies
love time is short
waiting time is high.
Time plays all games
no one can deny
Time wins everything
we participates and try.
with happiness it flies
love time is short
waiting time is high.
Time plays all games
no one can deny
Time wins everything
we participates and try.
In Style
With you besides
Love reaches the heights of sky,
the Zenith of glory ,
As if, prestigious battle is won in style.
Love reaches the heights of sky,
the Zenith of glory ,
As if, prestigious battle is won in style.
An evening at beach
Waves are dancing
To the tunes of sea
Birds are flying
Against the breeze
Light illuminates the dark patches
Hope is rising with more delight
Kids are busy making castle of sands
Waves come on and dash them down
Teens are flying kite in the sky
With the height they feel freedom full size
The beach is calm and cool
as cucumber
Only tsunami of thoughts
Troubles some hearts and minds.
To the tunes of sea
Birds are flying
Against the breeze
Light illuminates the dark patches
Hope is rising with more delight
Kids are busy making castle of sands
Waves come on and dash them down
Teens are flying kite in the sky
With the height they feel freedom full size
The beach is calm and cool
as cucumber
Only tsunami of thoughts
Troubles some hearts and minds.
Wait
Night passed in eyes like moon passing through clouds
Bubbles busted one by one as we wait to meet again
Time was crawling for a defeat by tortoise
My wait was dashing like cheetah chasing deer
Night slowly passed, moon also subsided
Sun was waiting for charge and my hopes
The twinkling hopes were just about to crash
Eyes glittered back like diamond shine.
My ages wait was over, she appeared from mist
With fluffy fur and beaming smile
Says sorry for coming late and long wait
As angles were taking tips on beauty, whole night.
Brief description about my poem :
This poem is about my wait for my beloved , whole night she kept me waiting and finally with first sun-ray she appeared with an excuse so simple yet acceptable......
Bubbles busted one by one as we wait to meet again
Time was crawling for a defeat by tortoise
My wait was dashing like cheetah chasing deer
Night slowly passed, moon also subsided
Sun was waiting for charge and my hopes
The twinkling hopes were just about to crash
Eyes glittered back like diamond shine.
My ages wait was over, she appeared from mist
With fluffy fur and beaming smile
Says sorry for coming late and long wait
As angles were taking tips on beauty, whole night.
Brief description about my poem :
This poem is about my wait for my beloved , whole night she kept me waiting and finally with first sun-ray she appeared with an excuse so simple yet acceptable......
Did you ever wonder ...Why
Did you ever wonder ….
WHY:
Clock is silent behind
Water is crying inside
Vessel is empty within
Soul is restless for peace
Every cry has silence
Every dispute has violence
Every deed has concurrence
Every poem has remembrance.
The dark side of every positive
is part and parcel of life.
WHY:
Clock is silent behind
Water is crying inside
Vessel is empty within
Soul is restless for peace
Every cry has silence
Every dispute has violence
Every deed has concurrence
Every poem has remembrance.
The dark side of every positive
is part and parcel of life.
Refresh
I wish to refresh once again
Moon that reminded the eternal love
Between earth and him
And tell the story of revolving love
Where they met and disappeared from all eyes.
Moon that reminded the eternal love
Between earth and him
And tell the story of revolving love
Where they met and disappeared from all eyes.
Farce of Life
The farce of this life
makes us to juggle around, all times
for some beautiful dreams, to stitch
with the threads of reality.
makes us to juggle around, all times
for some beautiful dreams, to stitch
with the threads of reality.
They say - Love Is......
They say love is magic,
then why I am superstitious
They say love is patient,
then why I am impatient and nervous
They say love is brave,
then why I am afraid
They say love is blind,
then why I am condemnatory
They say love is trust,
then why I suspect.
They say love is unconditional,
then why I feel conditioned.
They say love heals,
then why I feel hurt.
They say love forgives,
then why I am blamed.
Is something wrong with me or
Love is untrue.
then why I am superstitious
They say love is patient,
then why I am impatient and nervous
They say love is brave,
then why I am afraid
They say love is blind,
then why I am condemnatory
They say love is trust,
then why I suspect.
They say love is unconditional,
then why I feel conditioned.
They say love heals,
then why I feel hurt.
They say love forgives,
then why I am blamed.
Is something wrong with me or
Love is untrue.
Lost Stars - Rubaiyat
Where are those STARS; which came down to meet the dust,
to attended the call of earth
And to see the galaxy from ground
of which they were part around.
to attended the call of earth
And to see the galaxy from ground
of which they were part around.
Waiting for birds
I am waiting for those Birds ;
that flew away to far land
to fly back with same grace
with same tweet and notes
which they left half sung.
that flew away to far land
to fly back with same grace
with same tweet and notes
which they left half sung.
Draw Inspiration
Listen to your heart,
Follow your dreams,
Don't look for anything else,
Just forget unnecessary things.
Live Life to its fullest,
And enjoy every minute of it.
Bend the rules and push the limits
Love all, but trust only ONE.
Health is your real wealth,
believing others is foolishness
Just enjoy what you have with God’s bless
Waiting for wealth will create a mess.
Live for as long as you can.
Settle for nothing but only the best,
And give cent percent with sincerity and trust.
Some times, take risk and live on the edges.
You are the master of your fate
You are the captain of your ship.
Follow your dreams,
Don't look for anything else,
Just forget unnecessary things.
Live Life to its fullest,
And enjoy every minute of it.
Bend the rules and push the limits
Love all, but trust only ONE.
Health is your real wealth,
believing others is foolishness
Just enjoy what you have with God’s bless
Waiting for wealth will create a mess.
Live for as long as you can.
Settle for nothing but only the best,
And give cent percent with sincerity and trust.
Some times, take risk and live on the edges.
You are the master of your fate
You are the captain of your ship.
Emotional affection
Emotional affection
differentiates opinions often
leading to chaos and
thin line separates love with hate.
differentiates opinions often
leading to chaos and
thin line separates love with hate.
You and Me
You are pot of love
I am thirsty traveler
You are waves of ocean
I am mountain rock
You are raindrops
And I am barren land
You are rays of hope
I am waiting for opportunity
You are sacred pearl
I am empty shell
You are dream of millions
I am truth of none
You are center of attraction
I am corner of the wall
You are everything
Still I am something
Their Bow
Humility is a bow by soul
Tranquility is a bow by patience
Wisdom is a bow by experience and knowledge
Death is a bow by Life.
Tranquility is a bow by patience
Wisdom is a bow by experience and knowledge
Death is a bow by Life.
Inner Sound in dreams
My inner sense raging
to identify why it is so loud
Am I the only one
who is listening to deafening sound
Outside world is peaceful and quite
mind is nurturing volcano inside
Heart is signaling all is not right
Eyes are saying have patience, don’t fight.
My inner and better sense prevailed
Nothing was wrong as I was in dreams.
to identify why it is so loud
Am I the only one
who is listening to deafening sound
Outside world is peaceful and quite
mind is nurturing volcano inside
Heart is signaling all is not right
Eyes are saying have patience, don’t fight.
My inner and better sense prevailed
Nothing was wrong as I was in dreams.
Scary - Rubaiyat
Occults fascinate and horror chills
Nature and music entwine as one
The things I've seen will scare me for life,
Life is running forward death is following behind.
Nature and music entwine as one
The things I've seen will scare me for life,
Life is running forward death is following behind.
Life is Around Fire
Kept away, while being a child, when attracted to flames,
Curiosity amplified to touch get feel; attempts went futile.
As I grew, realized, wise were my parents who kept me aside.
My tender skin could have hardly endured the burning fire.
Time changed so the mind and likings,
At young age my outlook transformed, beauty beguiled
Wise were those who counsel to keep away from
Enquiring eyes, intimidating mind and piercing figure
Didn't realize, it was the same fire,
Boiling blood anesthetized my mind and
eventually lost paramount youth life.
Towards fade-end fruits (Children) enchant
Reminding me of what I went through
When they followed the same pattern,
I realized,Life is around fire.
Curiosity amplified to touch get feel; attempts went futile.
As I grew, realized, wise were my parents who kept me aside.
My tender skin could have hardly endured the burning fire.
Time changed so the mind and likings,
At young age my outlook transformed, beauty beguiled
Wise were those who counsel to keep away from
Enquiring eyes, intimidating mind and piercing figure
Didn't realize, it was the same fire,
Boiling blood anesthetized my mind and
eventually lost paramount youth life.
Towards fade-end fruits (Children) enchant
Reminding me of what I went through
When they followed the same pattern,
I realized,Life is around fire.
Selfish - Act
In humour --
How selfish am I ? How devilish things I try?
I am leaving in you in tears, thinking
you won’t see others with wet eyes.
How selfish am I ? How devilish things I try?
I am leaving in you in tears, thinking
you won’t see others with wet eyes.
My efforts on Sky - Rubaiyat
Every night I write poetry on sky
Using stars, galaxies and moon and
Every morning sun wipes it out
I will continue to write, let him continue its’ wipe.
Using stars, galaxies and moon and
Every morning sun wipes it out
I will continue to write, let him continue its’ wipe.
Bitter Truth
Language won’t change attitude,
Attitude doesn’t change overnight.
With something you’re born with
Whatever you try and do for sure
it will forever confine.
Attitude doesn’t change overnight.
With something you’re born with
Whatever you try and do for sure
it will forever confine.
“A Effect “– In my life.
Note : Another Humorous poem....
Wondering what is this “A Effect”
Well, my wife is upset with my leisure time
Which, is mostly spent on P.com with
So many girl friends around.
In defense I had to say something, right
I said; only God knows their real identity
She replied, whatever, still, you are in your imagination world
With those beautiful names,
Doina, Asma , Dema, Maria, Migdalia Sharmila etc etc….
My reply to her; this is all because of “A effect”
Further I explained, Did you ever notice all those beautiful names have one commonality?
And incidentally or luckily you too, she is amused
Because her name also ends with “A”
This “A effect” ties me to L.com (Life/ love.com) and P.Com(Poetry.Com)
Wondering what is this “A Effect”
Well, my wife is upset with my leisure time
Which, is mostly spent on P.com with
So many girl friends around.
In defense I had to say something, right
I said; only God knows their real identity
She replied, whatever, still, you are in your imagination world
With those beautiful names,
Doina, Asma , Dema, Maria, Migdalia Sharmila etc etc….
My reply to her; this is all because of “A effect”
Further I explained, Did you ever notice all those beautiful names have one commonality?
And incidentally or luckily you too, she is amused
Because her name also ends with “A”
This “A effect” ties me to L.com (Life/ love.com) and P.Com(Poetry.Com)
In silly romantics
The moon that revealed his face to her
each lonesome night to ignite her soul with his love,
meant nothing more than a planet to her,
hence she never understood his true love.
each lonesome night to ignite her soul with his love,
meant nothing more than a planet to her,
hence she never understood his true love.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Your Whereabouts
Scent of your words
lingers in my thoughts
mind is searching
your whereabouts.
Sometimes you carry grace of butterfly
soar sky’s height with eagle’s flight
deep Inside Sea you play hide and seek
hide under shells or becomes jellyfish.
You appear from the sound of jazz
enters deep into my heart
in dance you look chrisom
poetry in motion or sonnet in salsa
Your secrets night truly hides
sunrise blushes your burrow
imaginations fantasize
pearls untouched you are
Scent of your words
lingers in my thoughts
mind is searching
your whereabouts..
lingers in my thoughts
mind is searching
your whereabouts.
Sometimes you carry grace of butterfly
soar sky’s height with eagle’s flight
deep Inside Sea you play hide and seek
hide under shells or becomes jellyfish.
You appear from the sound of jazz
enters deep into my heart
in dance you look chrisom
poetry in motion or sonnet in salsa
Your secrets night truly hides
sunrise blushes your burrow
imaginations fantasize
pearls untouched you are
Scent of your words
lingers in my thoughts
mind is searching
your whereabouts..
I Quit
I quit from the sickness of narrow mind
I quit from meanness of bright lamps
I quit from darkness of wavering clamp
I quit from obsolete dirt that touches on
Quit will shed some burden off
Which my selfless motives are carrying on
I fear with the mirror covers
This is breakable with the slightest hurt.
Quit is the decision subconsciously taken.
Else realities will wage war with purities of heart.
Soul keeps knocking the door so often
The doors are half close and half open.
Quit may appears to be wonderful thought
When it is phased out,
world reacts with frolic drought
but I am very firm without any doubts.
I quit from meanness of bright lamps
I quit from darkness of wavering clamp
I quit from obsolete dirt that touches on
Quit will shed some burden off
Which my selfless motives are carrying on
I fear with the mirror covers
This is breakable with the slightest hurt.
Quit is the decision subconsciously taken.
Else realities will wage war with purities of heart.
Soul keeps knocking the door so often
The doors are half close and half open.
Quit may appears to be wonderful thought
When it is phased out,
world reacts with frolic drought
but I am very firm without any doubts.
Analysis of Love
Love is no economics
To find the demand for emotions
and supply of attitude
there are no theories with many assumptions.
Love is neither commerce
With ledgers to tally
Trail balances to make
And results to publish.
Love is no mathematics either
With equations to solve
Add, subtract and multiply emotions
and write answers as abstract.
Love is no philosophy
To do rational investigations of the truths
Based on principle, knowledge, or conduct
And critically evaluate
Love is a feeling undefined
Love is in action neither practiced nor performed.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud
To find the demand for emotions
and supply of attitude
there are no theories with many assumptions.
Love is neither commerce
With ledgers to tally
Trail balances to make
And results to publish.
Love is no mathematics either
With equations to solve
Add, subtract and multiply emotions
and write answers as abstract.
Love is no philosophy
To do rational investigations of the truths
Based on principle, knowledge, or conduct
And critically evaluate
Love is a feeling undefined
Love is in action neither practiced nor performed.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud
My Struggle
Today I walked alone in this solitary valley
To meet my conscience and
I confessed
I cannot allow my enemy to die so young
Since, I need someone to fight with.
Without evil there is no meaning for goodness.
Without pity there cannot be mercy.
I am proud, but ignorant
In the depths of the earth there is a dark evil
Teasing, provoking and pampering my ego.
I am between two compelling forces,
one in whom I must take refuge,
and the other against whom I must struggle
I am in dilemma how to choose and
Identify, who is more rewarding ?
One is ready to reward in this life
Other promises afterwards
My true test is on,
My struggle between good and bad
Would pay, anyway.
To meet my conscience and
I confessed
I cannot allow my enemy to die so young
Since, I need someone to fight with.
Without evil there is no meaning for goodness.
Without pity there cannot be mercy.
I am proud, but ignorant
In the depths of the earth there is a dark evil
Teasing, provoking and pampering my ego.
I am between two compelling forces,
one in whom I must take refuge,
and the other against whom I must struggle
I am in dilemma how to choose and
Identify, who is more rewarding ?
One is ready to reward in this life
Other promises afterwards
My true test is on,
My struggle between good and bad
Would pay, anyway.
Madman- Philosophical
He is a madmen wandering in the wilderness
to search the lost peace
his plea melted the heart of the rock
his contrasting personality saw
intelligence with slyness,
ugliness with beauty,
wickedness with softness
upon his lips appeared a mystic smile
for him die accursed by the tongues of the ages,
and the lips of humanity.
to search the lost peace
his plea melted the heart of the rock
his contrasting personality saw
intelligence with slyness,
ugliness with beauty,
wickedness with softness
upon his lips appeared a mystic smile
for him die accursed by the tongues of the ages,
and the lips of humanity.
She & Me
In her dreams she was laughing
I was crying and awake
her body was moving as if in dance
my heart was beating like boiling bubbles
She was in happy state as she revealed the truth
I was in nightmare to cove the falsehood.
We were in contrasting style
I was looking down , she was dreaming high
To say the truth is like lighten your heart
to conceal the truth is carrying burden on your back
I decided to spill the beans
Morning I was behind the bars , she was a dancing queen
Even in dreams she knew the art of lying
Even in my awake state I failed to learn the lessons.
I was crying and awake
her body was moving as if in dance
my heart was beating like boiling bubbles
She was in happy state as she revealed the truth
I was in nightmare to cove the falsehood.
We were in contrasting style
I was looking down , she was dreaming high
To say the truth is like lighten your heart
to conceal the truth is carrying burden on your back
I decided to spill the beans
Morning I was behind the bars , she was a dancing queen
Even in dreams she knew the art of lying
Even in my awake state I failed to learn the lessons.
Eyes
Tears in eye will make sea think
dreams in eye will make birds wink
shine is eye will make starts blink
your eyes have charisma to drive this world
dreams in eye will make birds wink
shine is eye will make starts blink
your eyes have charisma to drive this world
Humanity evaporating
Forests getting destroyed
water resources are drying
But the worst I see is
Humanity evaporating by the heat of
enmity, mistrust, hatred and money.
water resources are drying
But the worst I see is
Humanity evaporating by the heat of
enmity, mistrust, hatred and money.
Rubaiyat - My first attempt
With experience, the Seed of Wisdom I sow,
and with my quest to learn more, I start to grow:
and this Harvest for sure I will reap
If not in my lifetime, may be through the work which I leave.
The rubaiyat – Asim Nehal – 21st century
Note : This is my first Rubaiyat, after a humble begining with Haikus I am trying my hands in rubaiyat , inspired by the Great Omar Khayyam of 11th century.
and with my quest to learn more, I start to grow:
and this Harvest for sure I will reap
If not in my lifetime, may be through the work which I leave.
The rubaiyat – Asim Nehal – 21st century
Note : This is my first Rubaiyat, after a humble begining with Haikus I am trying my hands in rubaiyat , inspired by the Great Omar Khayyam of 11th century.
The Dare of a Poet
Can you dare sun to stop the light,
can you dare wind to blow the sky,
can you dare fire to calm down,
can you dare mind to vacate thoughts.
Poet can dare to do that all
imagine the unimaginable
think the unthinkable
dare to live the life beyond this universe
He dies many times while still alive.
can you dare wind to blow the sky,
can you dare fire to calm down,
can you dare mind to vacate thoughts.
Poet can dare to do that all
imagine the unimaginable
think the unthinkable
dare to live the life beyond this universe
He dies many times while still alive.
Deeds we shall carry
Life is so temporary
all enjoyment
and sorrow
will finish one day.
The only thing
which will remain
and will go with us
is our deeds.
Deeds on how we acted
during the times
of prosperity
and in adversity.
all enjoyment
and sorrow
will finish one day.
The only thing
which will remain
and will go with us
is our deeds.
Deeds on how we acted
during the times
of prosperity
and in adversity.
And with TIME everything will pass
The defeat was not yours,
the victory is not yours.
You are just a watcher and
everything just passes by.
We are witnesses of all this,
nothing is permanent in our life
things will come and
with time everything will pass
the victory is not yours.
You are just a watcher and
everything just passes by.
We are witnesses of all this,
nothing is permanent in our life
things will come and
with time everything will pass
You and Me
You are pot of love
I am thirsty traveler
You are waves of ocean
I am mountain rock
You are raindrops
And I am barren land
You are rays of hope
I am waiting for opportunity
You are sacred pearl
I am empty shell
You are dream of millions
I am truth of none
You are center of attraction
I am corner of the wall
You are everything
Still I am something
I am thirsty traveler
You are waves of ocean
I am mountain rock
You are raindrops
And I am barren land
You are rays of hope
I am waiting for opportunity
You are sacred pearl
I am empty shell
You are dream of millions
I am truth of none
You are center of attraction
I am corner of the wall
You are everything
Still I am something
For new things..............
Today, In your eyes
I saw the carnage of abandoned memories
And dreams unfulfilled
Maybe it was moment of catharsis.
Something must die to give birth to a new thing.
I saw the carnage of abandoned memories
And dreams unfulfilled
Maybe it was moment of catharsis.
Something must die to give birth to a new thing.
Illicit desires - Short Poem
Igniting fires of illicit desires
Your thoughts travel
Between our silences and screech.
Your thoughts travel
Between our silences and screech.
Life goes on - Like a Butterfly (Haiku)
A catterpillar
emerged from the chrysails
finally to fly (Butterfly)
Message : Life never stays; it goes on and on..... Sometimes within shell, sometimes crawling, sometimes walking and sometimes flying. Whatever it does wherever it goes never stays standstill, always on the move…..
emerged from the chrysails
finally to fly (Butterfly)
Message : Life never stays; it goes on and on..... Sometimes within shell, sometimes crawling, sometimes walking and sometimes flying. Whatever it does wherever it goes never stays standstill, always on the move…..
Let's Unite - Haiku
My eyes are empty
yours is filled with hopes and dreams
let’s amalgamate.
My Comments : This haiku is intended to unite two , one empty and waiting for purpose in life another flooded with purpose (things are overflowing ) , both are struggling to move forward.
yours is filled with hopes and dreams
let’s amalgamate.
My Comments : This haiku is intended to unite two , one empty and waiting for purpose in life another flooded with purpose (things are overflowing ) , both are struggling to move forward.
They are your Thoughts – they are your Mentor
They come without invitation,
No call bells they ring,
No knocking at the doors either,
They just creep in making their way.
You feel elated and your mind gets delighted,
Your words start to fall like the steps of a ballet dancer,
With eagles you soar at high sky,
With peacock you dance in the rain.
Your creativity reaches its zenith,
Your heart melts with candles
Your soul balloons with inspirational air
Your poem plummets in heart
They are your thoughts
And they are your mentor.
No call bells they ring,
No knocking at the doors either,
They just creep in making their way.
You feel elated and your mind gets delighted,
Your words start to fall like the steps of a ballet dancer,
With eagles you soar at high sky,
With peacock you dance in the rain.
Your creativity reaches its zenith,
Your heart melts with candles
Your soul balloons with inspirational air
Your poem plummets in heart
They are your thoughts
And they are your mentor.
Nature Captivates - Haiku
Spring breeze, duckling swims
A bird sings forgotten song
Nature captivates
A bird sings forgotten song
Nature captivates
Nature's carpet .....(Haiku)
The autumns’ zephyr
Leaves fall to the ground, making
Technicolor carpet
Leaves fall to the ground, making
Technicolor carpet
I see my Love blossom ♥
In the jingle of your bracelet,
In the kohl that lined your inquisitive eyes,
In the softness of your lips,
I see my love soothing ♥
In the changing colors of the sky,
In the delicate ensemble of the words,
In the early morning drizzle,
I see your acceptance of my love ♥
In the depth of the night sky,
In tequila sunsets,
In the shadows of dusk,
I see our love blossom ♥
In the tangerine mornings,
In the droplets of water hanging on your hair,
In the blush that rises on your cheeks,
I see our love shining ♥
In the base of our throat,
In the half-opened crayons box,
In the edge of the rose-tinted clouds
I see our love immortalized ♥
In the soft moonlight
In the paper boat merrily drifting
In the changing temperature
I see the world envying ♥
In the kohl that lined your inquisitive eyes,
In the softness of your lips,
I see my love soothing ♥
In the changing colors of the sky,
In the delicate ensemble of the words,
In the early morning drizzle,
I see your acceptance of my love ♥
In the depth of the night sky,
In tequila sunsets,
In the shadows of dusk,
I see our love blossom ♥
In the tangerine mornings,
In the droplets of water hanging on your hair,
In the blush that rises on your cheeks,
I see our love shining ♥
In the base of our throat,
In the half-opened crayons box,
In the edge of the rose-tinted clouds
I see our love immortalized ♥
In the soft moonlight
In the paper boat merrily drifting
In the changing temperature
I see the world envying ♥
Why we do some things we do ?
We blame God for writing our fate and being unfair,
We blame situation and circumstances, when we fail,
We pass on our bugs and blame others, when we suffer,
Did you ever ponder, why we do some things we do!
Why do we hurt someone unknown?
Why do we burn our energy to follow devils’ tone?
Why do we boil our blood to satisfy false ego?
Why do we pamper and nurture hatred and enmity?
Do you feel such things are done because of forced errors?
Then, why do we follow the preferences, when things can be done in routine.
There are many more thought provoking questions to ask and follow,
But what remains stand is , why we do some things we do ?
We blame situation and circumstances, when we fail,
We pass on our bugs and blame others, when we suffer,
Did you ever ponder, why we do some things we do!
Why do we hurt someone unknown?
Why do we burn our energy to follow devils’ tone?
Why do we boil our blood to satisfy false ego?
Why do we pamper and nurture hatred and enmity?
Do you feel such things are done because of forced errors?
Then, why do we follow the preferences, when things can be done in routine.
There are many more thought provoking questions to ask and follow,
But what remains stand is , why we do some things we do ?
A Humorous Poem (Dedicated to all poets on P.com who repeat their poetry)
NOTE : This is humorous/ satire poem with no intentions, whatsoever, to hurt anybody’s sentiments.
Special Note : To enjoy this poem read it till the end and repeat reading it at-least once.
I write poetry not very often but I repeat them so,
I have very limited numbers to count,
Just one to twelve for long poems, sixty for short poems
And again, sixty for Haikus.
I am not liked by anyone on this site either,
Since, I have limitations on numbers and
I keep repeating my poems every now and then,
But did you ever ponder why so ??????
I am designed that way, my friends, now
Will you ever ask why earth is round?
Why moon appears only at night
Why sun is so bright? Why birds fly not swim?
Nobody knows but they accept the facts as it is.
But they are unable to cope-up with my repetitions why??
They jump on my back, they blame, they shout and what not.
They even ignore me and nurture hatred,
Dear friends, you know better why all this, don’t you??
You are fortunate, since God blessed you with imagination in abundance
and added wings to it with fertile mind to grow ideas,
enriched with vocabulary, refined with grammar and icing on the cake by rich memory bank. Still, you have limitations, don’t you?
Don’t misunderstand me, I am just an ordinary member here
Why here, everywhere and believe me nobody likes me,
I am the sufferer with blames, abuses and mistreatments
Still, I am part and parcel of your life, inseparable.
Hey, did you guess me, I am you CLOCK
With limitations of One to twelve numbers
Hours are my long poems, Minutes are my short poems
And Seconds are my Haikus, now read again and enjoy
Special Note : To enjoy this poem read it till the end and repeat reading it at-least once.
I write poetry not very often but I repeat them so,
I have very limited numbers to count,
Just one to twelve for long poems, sixty for short poems
And again, sixty for Haikus.
I am not liked by anyone on this site either,
Since, I have limitations on numbers and
I keep repeating my poems every now and then,
But did you ever ponder why so ??????
I am designed that way, my friends, now
Will you ever ask why earth is round?
Why moon appears only at night
Why sun is so bright? Why birds fly not swim?
Nobody knows but they accept the facts as it is.
But they are unable to cope-up with my repetitions why??
They jump on my back, they blame, they shout and what not.
They even ignore me and nurture hatred,
Dear friends, you know better why all this, don’t you??
You are fortunate, since God blessed you with imagination in abundance
and added wings to it with fertile mind to grow ideas,
enriched with vocabulary, refined with grammar and icing on the cake by rich memory bank. Still, you have limitations, don’t you?
Don’t misunderstand me, I am just an ordinary member here
Why here, everywhere and believe me nobody likes me,
I am the sufferer with blames, abuses and mistreatments
Still, I am part and parcel of your life, inseparable.
Hey, did you guess me, I am you CLOCK
With limitations of One to twelve numbers
Hours are my long poems, Minutes are my short poems
And Seconds are my Haikus, now read again and enjoy
Friday, August 31, 2012
Success is a journey but dreams to follow.
Life is a journey, which says get set and go
Some are to lead it and some to follow
Each life has its own meaning to bloat
Some reach to top some remain in hollow
Never mind just carry on with intertwined values
Success is a journey but dreams to follow.
Some are to lead it and some to follow
Each life has its own meaning to bloat
Some reach to top some remain in hollow
Never mind just carry on with intertwined values
Success is a journey but dreams to follow.
Be Candid - Haiku
Don’t close your lips on
Beloved, sweetheart and friends
when heart approves them.
Short explanation by writer : By this haiku I wish to tell you that always be frank, candid and open with three persons in life since your heart accepted them as beloved (Parents, children etc) sweetheart (True lover, wife etc)) and friends. If you don’t tell them how much you love and care they may not understand your true inner feelings, moreover there will be huge communication gap between real act and actions and this will not strengthen bond between you and them, I personally feel lack of proper communication is the major cause of strained, broken or misunderstood relationships.
Beloved, sweetheart and friends
when heart approves them.
Short explanation by writer : By this haiku I wish to tell you that always be frank, candid and open with three persons in life since your heart accepted them as beloved (Parents, children etc) sweetheart (True lover, wife etc)) and friends. If you don’t tell them how much you love and care they may not understand your true inner feelings, moreover there will be huge communication gap between real act and actions and this will not strengthen bond between you and them, I personally feel lack of proper communication is the major cause of strained, broken or misunderstood relationships.
Change is around - Haiku
Learn morphs from lizard,
to cope with changes around,
to survive in world.
Explanation about Haiku:
Morph meaning: transform quickly, to cause something to change its outward appearance completely and instantaneously.
Message is : Do adapt but don’t change.
I am inspired by the Lizards, in general and Chameleons, in particular, to write this haiku. Lizards are cold blooded with skin covered with scales. They are also known as “Master of survival in any given situation”, Some of the qualities which they possess are quick adaptability, ever alert, agile and master of disguise.
To survive in this world we also should borrow/draw some qualities from them, I wish to convey this message by above haiku.
to cope with changes around,
to survive in world.
Explanation about Haiku:
Morph meaning: transform quickly, to cause something to change its outward appearance completely and instantaneously.
Message is : Do adapt but don’t change.
I am inspired by the Lizards, in general and Chameleons, in particular, to write this haiku. Lizards are cold blooded with skin covered with scales. They are also known as “Master of survival in any given situation”, Some of the qualities which they possess are quick adaptability, ever alert, agile and master of disguise.
To survive in this world we also should borrow/draw some qualities from them, I wish to convey this message by above haiku.
Confession of Love
When the evening falls
And the sun is fading
You come and meet me
Wearing night robe.
Beware, don’t smile
Stars will fade and
People will catch your glimpses
and will follow you.
Cover your face else
Moon will hide behind clouds
Tides will calm down
Night life on earth will slow down.
I want this meeting to be secret
As I wish to confess my love
In silence, and see the reflection
Of my heart on your face.
And the sun is fading
You come and meet me
Wearing night robe.
Beware, don’t smile
Stars will fade and
People will catch your glimpses
and will follow you.
Cover your face else
Moon will hide behind clouds
Tides will calm down
Night life on earth will slow down.
I want this meeting to be secret
As I wish to confess my love
In silence, and see the reflection
Of my heart on your face.
On Poetry - My wish......
Poetry, pursued by those;
whose minds are ripe with knowledge,
whose souls are noble,
whose hearts are pure,
and whose fancy is vast.
My wish is to see poetry as profession;
Noble, perfect and delightful,
Creative, constructive and helpful
Sincere, wishful and divine,
Please correct me if I am wrong.
whose minds are ripe with knowledge,
whose souls are noble,
whose hearts are pure,
and whose fancy is vast.
My wish is to see poetry as profession;
Noble, perfect and delightful,
Creative, constructive and helpful
Sincere, wishful and divine,
Please correct me if I am wrong.
Guess - Sonnet
Just lend me your pains
I promise, will borrow
just put your head on my shoulder
I promise, will relieve from sorrow
Have faith in me, have trust in me
I am your friend, I am you ally.
You are right , you guessed me correctly, I am your shadow.
I promise, will borrow
just put your head on my shoulder
I promise, will relieve from sorrow
Have faith in me, have trust in me
I am your friend, I am you ally.
You are right , you guessed me correctly, I am your shadow.
Silence on Poetry.com
To a poet on Poetry.com
silence is an acceptable response,
even with seven million poets around .
silence is an acceptable response,
even with seven million poets around .
Drained- A short poem to ponder
I feel like waiting oranges
Watching others going
Through crush machine
Just left with skin no juicy life.
Watching others going
Through crush machine
Just left with skin no juicy life.
I Shall Hide - A short poem
When you try to pull tears out of my eyes,
and make them trickle down my face
to quench your thirst for evil
I ‘shall hide them under my pillow,
like my eyes soaked in dreams .
and make them trickle down my face
to quench your thirst for evil
I ‘shall hide them under my pillow,
like my eyes soaked in dreams .
Reality Check
We talk more say less
Hence we fail in our deeds.
We think more act less
Hence we miss the opportunity’s bus.
We hear more listen less
Hence we create confusion and chaos
We forget more remember less
Hence friendship and relations are strained.
We empty more fill less
Hence we are hollow and vacant inside.
We conceal more reveal less
Hence we find in doldrums, our trust and faith
We take more give little
Hence charity is not done and we suffer.
We leave a lot unsaid undone
Hence our emotions flow through eyes and heart suffers.
We turn love into a mental illness
We pretend
We deny
And then we regret forever.
Hence we fail in our deeds.
We think more act less
Hence we miss the opportunity’s bus.
We hear more listen less
Hence we create confusion and chaos
We forget more remember less
Hence friendship and relations are strained.
We empty more fill less
Hence we are hollow and vacant inside.
We conceal more reveal less
Hence we find in doldrums, our trust and faith
We take more give little
Hence charity is not done and we suffer.
We leave a lot unsaid undone
Hence our emotions flow through eyes and heart suffers.
We turn love into a mental illness
We pretend
We deny
And then we regret forever.
Lamp of Destiny - Haiku
Lamp of destiny
sometimes bright sometimes dim, still
fighting life’s battle
Alternates with different last line:
Lamp of destiny
sometimes vivid sometimes faint,
Still head is held high.
Lamp of destiny
sometimes vivid sometimes faint,
Still hopes are sky high.
sometimes bright sometimes dim, still
fighting life’s battle
Alternates with different last line:
Lamp of destiny
sometimes vivid sometimes faint,
Still head is held high.
Lamp of destiny
sometimes vivid sometimes faint,
Still hopes are sky high.
Searching your whereabouts ♥♥
I crossed the bridge of stars
Searching you
and found my dawn
and your dusk
On my way
I also found Billet-doux
like crushed roses
on white clouds
floating all around
with imperfect traipse
to fall back on earth
may be my love evaporated
with decapitate of soul
from body without carrying
true feelings of heart.
The unreached messages,
Intercepted signals and
Matrix tribulations
Is my cause of worry now,
I’m searching those lost messages
And searching your whereabouts
Searching you
and found my dawn
and your dusk
On my way
I also found Billet-doux
like crushed roses
on white clouds
floating all around
with imperfect traipse
to fall back on earth
may be my love evaporated
with decapitate of soul
from body without carrying
true feelings of heart.
The unreached messages,
Intercepted signals and
Matrix tribulations
Is my cause of worry now,
I’m searching those lost messages
And searching your whereabouts
My soul in unknown body - Rubaiyat
For years my soul dwelled in an unknown body
Praising and appreciating her splendor,
This turned out to be a fisher’s net
where, hearts were disintegrated from body.
Praising and appreciating her splendor,
This turned out to be a fisher’s net
where, hearts were disintegrated from body.
Keep doing - Good
They will never say; what all "Good" you did.
Instead,will always point a finger on what you missed
They enjoy their success in finding your faults
You continue doing what your heart wants.
Instead,will always point a finger on what you missed
They enjoy their success in finding your faults
You continue doing what your heart wants.
Realities - Short poem
Somewhere between her sunset and
my sunrise we both lost in dreams of love
Finally, to rise in the realities of life.
my sunrise we both lost in dreams of love
Finally, to rise in the realities of life.
A desire in her remembrance
A tear silently left the corner of my eyes
dragged me to the window to look at the dark night sky
I felt her love deeper than ever
the breeze brought back her fragrance like the winter roses
I felt her love melting on my body
And a lump rise in my throat, increasing the desire
Desire to meet her, desire to hug her.
I truly understood the meaning of this desire in her remembrance.
dragged me to the window to look at the dark night sky
I felt her love deeper than ever
the breeze brought back her fragrance like the winter roses
I felt her love melting on my body
And a lump rise in my throat, increasing the desire
Desire to meet her, desire to hug her.
I truly understood the meaning of this desire in her remembrance.
We are “Poets” and not “Marketers”
We are poets, simple and pure at heart.
We say what we see, we write what we feel
And we believe with conviction that our poems
Will be read and appreciated if it really deserves
Unfortunately, we are forced to write to our fellow poets
To read our poems,
Sometimes, reviews are least important
Still, a poet must know is he on right path or not…..
Let us write poems and not produce products
Although, poetry is a product of cultivated mind
Creative thinking, imaginative flight and;
with tender heart often ruling over staunch head.
We say what we see, we write what we feel
And we believe with conviction that our poems
Will be read and appreciated if it really deserves
Unfortunately, we are forced to write to our fellow poets
To read our poems,
Sometimes, reviews are least important
Still, a poet must know is he on right path or not…..
Let us write poems and not produce products
Although, poetry is a product of cultivated mind
Creative thinking, imaginative flight and;
with tender heart often ruling over staunch head.
Come with me…….to the seashore
Yours is the night with all its stars.
Galaxy to float and destiny to write
Sleep is just a bridge between despair and hope.
Morning is mine with a divergence.
Wake up with the first glow of the dawn.
Mornings, the best time to commune with the ocean
to witness the most electrifying sunrise,
Streaked with colors and wrapped in timeless serenity,
The beach is in a complete silence.
You will feel everything has ceased to exist around.
Every moment is an irreplaceable miracle here,
Exquisite and unforgettable,
Let us enjoy this silence together.
Galaxy to float and destiny to write
Sleep is just a bridge between despair and hope.
Morning is mine with a divergence.
Wake up with the first glow of the dawn.
Mornings, the best time to commune with the ocean
to witness the most electrifying sunrise,
Streaked with colors and wrapped in timeless serenity,
The beach is in a complete silence.
You will feel everything has ceased to exist around.
Every moment is an irreplaceable miracle here,
Exquisite and unforgettable,
Let us enjoy this silence together.
For new things..............
Today, In your eyes
I saw the carnage of abandoned memories
And dreams unfulfilled
Maybe it was moment of catharsis.
Something must die to give birth to a new thing.
I saw the carnage of abandoned memories
And dreams unfulfilled
Maybe it was moment of catharsis.
Something must die to give birth to a new thing.
Life goes on - Like a Butterfly (Haiku)
A catterpillar
emerged from the chrysails
finally to fly (Butterfly)
Message : Life never stays; it goes on and on..... Sometimes within shell, sometimes crawling, sometimes walking and sometimes flying. Whatever it does wherever it goes never stays standstill, always on the move…..
emerged from the chrysails
finally to fly (Butterfly)
Message : Life never stays; it goes on and on..... Sometimes within shell, sometimes crawling, sometimes walking and sometimes flying. Whatever it does wherever it goes never stays standstill, always on the move…..
They are your Thoughts – they are your Mentor
They come without invitation,
No call bells they ring,
No knocking at the doors either,
They just creep in making their way.
You feel elated and your mind gets delighted,
Your words start to fall like the steps of a ballet dancer,
With eagles you soar at high sky,
With peacock you dance in the rain.
Your creativity reaches its zenith,
Your heart melts with candles
Your soul balloons with inspirational air
Your poem plummets in heart
They are your thoughts
And they are your mentor.
No call bells they ring,
No knocking at the doors either,
They just creep in making their way.
You feel elated and your mind gets delighted,
Your words start to fall like the steps of a ballet dancer,
With eagles you soar at high sky,
With peacock you dance in the rain.
Your creativity reaches its zenith,
Your heart melts with candles
Your soul balloons with inspirational air
Your poem plummets in heart
They are your thoughts
And they are your mentor.
Nature Captivates (Haiku)
Spring breeze, duckling swims
A bird sings forgotten song
Nature captivates
A bird sings forgotten song
Nature captivates
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
मेरी बहना - फरहा नाज़
सागर से मैंने जब मोती का पुछा ,
हंस कर वो बोला की यह मेरा है सब से प्यारा गहना
सूरज से जब मैंने ज्योति का पुछा,
खुश होकर वो बोला की इसके बिना मेरा क्या जीना
नदिया से पुछा किस में दिल है बस्ता
वो बोली की जब बन जाता मेरा प्यारा झरना
फूलों से पुछा बता मुझको क्यूँ तेरा है खिलना
हवा संग खेलना, खुशबू बिखेरना , भवरों को सताना , ये है मेरा जीना
चंदा से पुछा बता ज़रा तेरा क्या है कहना
रातों को आना, सितारों संग लुभाना, लहरों को मचलना , कुछ सताना , फिर छिप जाना
.
परबत से जब पुछा बता क्या है तेरा इतराना
ऊचा उठ जाना, गगन से बतियाना , बादलों से टकराना , मेह बरसना.
पंच्छी से पुछा बता कहाँ है तेरा ठिकाना
अम्बर पर उड़ना , हवाओं में बहना , गीत गुनगुनाना
और फिर सब ने ये पुछा अब तुम ये बताओ कहाँ दिल तुम्हारा है लगता
.मेरा है कहना तुम सब से बड़ा है मेरे जीवन का गहना वो है मेरी बहना
समंदर से गहरा है उसका प्यार , चट्टानों से अटल है उसका विश्वास
फूलों से कोमल , बादलों से हल्का , नदिया सा चंचल एहसास है वो
चंदा , सूरज , सितारों से बढ़कर .ज़मी पर आकाश है वो
मेरी बहना , मेरी बहना
तुम्हारे जन्म दिन के शुभ अवसर पर - एक भाई की ओर से भेट .
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