Thursday, December 31, 2009
Yes I love both the fantasy and truth
a feeling that can be cherished
only by those whose soul can dream
while their minds stay fully awake.
I love to dream of a land of dreams
where fairies can fly defeating gravity
where unicorns gallop gracefully
where mermaids come up to see sailors.
And I love the angel within you and me
the angel which is celestial yet not
who is made of flesh and blood
yet whose soul has reached the heavens.
He lives in this very earth with us
but his soul filled with love is far above us
and I love you and me too who are not angels
who are trying to be one, or are just human.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
In this world of vibrant colours and symphony
don’t think that you can avoid evil and sin
bitterness will reach your tongue alongside honey
you will get sour grapes in this grapevine.
Pick up the sweetest fruits to offer to your mother
gather the most beautiful flowers to adorn her
make your body, heart and soul her loving home
that will be your bit to serve your creator.
Once you change yourself to love, beauty, truth, harmony
these beauties will radiate from you as softest symphony
not a single soul near you will be deprived from this bliss
the world will turn into a heaven for you, an adorable journey.
Being in love with god, her creations and her children
will give you the spirit to move ahead in life’s journey
strength to help weaks to cover the path along with you
sweetness to relish the stay in this beautiful heaven.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
When you loved me with all your heart
I was too confused from where’ll I start
You mistook my shyness for disinterest
Walked away from me before I could protest.
Then miles came between us
Now that we have met again
I just want you to know
I was yours then and now.
Please don’t walk away again
Stay with me till our live end
I want to walk with you the walk
I want you beside me till the end.
I wont let you walk away this time
Without letting you know
What is in my mind and soul
There may never be another time.
so you think I am your destination
I am the one you have always searched for
The ultimate friend, the ultimate comrade
My friend I honour your intention.
But the tree of love and friendship
Takes its time to grow and spread
Have you ever noted my friend
Tallest tree take the most time to grow?
They gently take all seasons in their stride
The summer, the winter, the sun, the storm?
They don’t take these pains in vain my friend
These extremes strengthen their root and branch.
Every summer scorch they face deepens their roots
Every storm they survive makes their trunk harder
Every winter chill and monsoon lash leaves branches
New and fresh, full of new feelings and flowers.
This beauty cant come in a day or two
They will need years of seasoning
So just wait and let the tree grow
With its own rhyme and reasoning.
Monday, December 28, 2009
So you want salvation..
start from within
connect your soul to God
your body will follow it.
you cant tame a wild beast
by starving it, caging it
you will have to win it
and love is the best way.
Teach your soul to love God
teach it complete surrender
you wont have to starve yourself
you will win yourself by yourself.
Your soul will stop hungering
for vain things like wealth, comfort
it will seek joy in God
and therein will it find true joy.
Salvation comes inside out
Strengthen your bond with your soul
Cherish your bond with God
Or else it will crumble to dust.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
voice of love, tis the softest one..
it rarely speaks through lips.
The whole being takes the place
of feeble tongue to glow with love.
The body, the soul, and actions
all get transformed by its touch.
It speaks, all listen spellbound
and then spread out pure love.
Those who cant see… feel it
those who cant hear… touch it
those who cant think… embrace it
it knows no barrier which will stop it.
Its rarely observed by mortal senses
yet it can transform the whole world.
It is invisible and invincible
angels bow their head, such is its power.
it can create an oasis in bleak desert
run a stream of love in a loveless heart.
It can softly scoop up a shattered heart,
and make a wingless soul soar sky.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Be yourself, when you have full faith
that you are moving in the right path..
Search your own soul, not eyes of ohers,
and when that search is over, walk steady.
Your soul will burn with fire and light of truth
to show you the way, to save your soul
Weak wings of lies will not be able to hide
that beautiful fire of truth, though it will try.
Multiple wings of envy, lie and hatred
will surround you only to perish.
While you will walk softly, steadily
toward your own true destination.
Path of truth is never easy, its tough
for you walk unique, untrodden path.
Better keep your fire and light alive
because you will need your own light.
There will be times when you will feel
whole creation is turning against you…
But that will turn out to be noise of wings
while they cover the sun and roar around.
Just keep your light shining and walk tall
for soon they will vanish and you will see
that the world is still around you as it was
it was hidden from you only for a while...
I saw you flying together in the golden sky
I did not tried to count your numbers
for I noted you were too many together
but flying in peace, harmony and union.
I pondered for a while when I have seen
so many human beings heading together
in one direction so much peacefully
and discovered that’s a rare phenomenon.
You sailed in the golden blue heaven
rising sun’s golden rays illuminating
your graceful snowy white wings
giving them a hue of crimson gold.
You looked like a fleet of sailed boats
gliding gracefully in the ocean blue
your sails glowing with golden fire
as the rising sun greets your being.
Deep blue sky, deeper than the bluest eye
lazily lying on the grass I stare into thee
I feel as if I am swimming inside you
your endless depth surrounding me.
I spread my white wings and fly
deeper and deeper in you
white clouds brushing by me
softly caressing my wings with love.
Sometimes I see deep lakes under me
or tall pine trees clustered together
surrounding the crystal clear lake
admiring their own shadow in it.
Then my soul returns to earth from sky
I discover myself lying on the grass
soaked in fragrance of wilderness
gazing blissfully in your endless depth.
Standing with dignity and grace
his roots deep in earth
his limbs spread all around
his proud head touching the sky.
His spirit flies with the storm wind
His body stays firmly in ground though
His soul soaks the sun’s golden rays
His limbs spread all around him.
Full of sweetest fruits, dazzling flowers
nurturing, sheltering every one around.
His body dances with clouds in ecstassy
and his soul stands firmly in the ground.
He teaches us so much if we learn
To be complete one needs dreams and sense
To hold love one has to spread his arms.
To bear fruit one has to go deep within oneself.
can one colour create a rainbow?
or a pallette or painting? I think not.
Can a single ray of light light up world
again I fear it just can not.
Together the colours deck up the world
together the tunes make a symphony
together the rays create sunshine
alone they are easily lost, misplaced.
Even love needs two hearts to live
Faith needs two souls to reside..
One is a lonely number in this world,
every one belongs to someone.
That someone may be just a friend
or a whole bunch of friends and kins.
But there has to be other souls with him,
no one soul can shine on its own alone.
He shines with and in the love of all.
A butterfly soaring upon flowers
touching and kissing each one
softly sharing her gentle love
before flying away to next one.
A white flower was hoping she will
come to him and talk for a while
but she flew away elsewhere
before he could call her out.
The flower sadly watched around
and observed his dazzling friends,
sadly he realized he had no hope
to win any one’s affection or love.
Gently the night fell, moon came up
her soft beams came down there
her beams surrounded the sad being
and made him dazzle like a pearl.
Softly they whispered to him with love
“we all have someone who loves us
just look around you dearest one
can you see your dazzling friends?
They meant the world to the butterflies
so they kissed them one and all
you mean the world to all of us
that is why you are celebrated by us”.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Hate is easy, love is tough
breaking a heart is child’s play
mending a heart is God’s deed
it takes a lot to follow truth, love.
Lie is easy, truth is tough
Going reckless is always easier
than practicing self restraint
life’s fun is in doing tough things.
Love the challenges more
than the easy path to walk
love to climb the mountains,
than walking on easy paths.
Challenges are like waves
that we have to face
when we are boating in ocean
they are the real fun, the spice.
Who wants a life as cool as lake
with only tiny ripples and breeze?
its fun to live life, facing all the hurdles
that come by pursuing love and truth.
Its really so tough for me to hate them,
tiny buds nipped away from stem
when they were not even properly born
snatched away to the land of hatred.
There the hymns of hatred are chanted
day in and day out to their ears
their souls are corrupted from the core
reaping all profits from their innocence.
They walk out of that living mortuary
carrying weapons of massive destruction
to kill and destroy and get killed…
Their teacher’s one and only instruction.
Being brought up by messengers of hatred
all they carry and know is bitter hatred
hatred for all, even their own blood
in their veins blood is replaced by hatred.
These brainwashed beings suddenly realize
they are surrounded by the same hatred
with which they were supposed to be destroying
innocent lives, their dreams and hopes.
The people who ignored their plight
while their life was being twisted to hell
stirred up when their life was threatened
woke up with the rage and fury of hell.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Silently in harbour
Underneath the branches
Of the old oak tree.
Waiting for the arms
Which will row it
Take it to lands unknown
Braving all the mysteries.
It waits swaying in waves
Caused by morning breeze
While the sun decides
To leave its bed to meet us.
The boat waits and listens
To the breeze, river and birds
As they tell him stories
Of the lands which lie ahead.
Monday, December 21, 2009
All across the calm river
Casting a shadow of blue
On the bushes crowding around.
Dew drops shining like diamond
Glittering in hazy sunlight
It appears as if stars
Have come down to decorate bushes.
The breeze is not breathing
Every tree is like a statue
Waiting for some magic to happen
In that mysterious blue river.
I know its real, but its like dream
As if something magical will happen
May be a mermaid will raise her head
Or a fairy will fly away….
Sunday, December 20, 2009
“We can suck you dry,
We can splash you all around
Not a drop will be left
In your empty body.”
The leader of the herd
Boasted to the pond.
“Your existence depends on us
On our generosity and kindness.”
“You cant suck me dry or empty
Even if you try with all your might.
If I go dry you too will perish
So your existence depends on me.
If you empty me I will be filled up
By the next shower of rain.
My power is far greater than yours
And that is why I stay silent.”
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Stretching to horizon kissing the mist
Surrounded by ice-capped mountains on one side
On the other it is wooded lands
Trees touching the skies and swaying in ocean wind.
The rays of sun have set the ocean on cold fire
Sparkling, burning, orange rays running like waves
As if fire is rippling from the soul of the ocean
Forming waves after wave, rushing to the shore
A beauty surpassing human words witnessed by only sky.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Sky full of clouds
As if some one has thrown
Balls of cotton all over heaven.
Golden sunshine shining
Just like poured, molten gold
On the clouds, lake below and the trees
Trees surrounding the lake.
Trees dressed up in autumn leaves
Orange, pink, blue and green
Have taken the shower of gold
And have elevated to heaven above.
Fairies have opened the door of heaven
Showered down molten gold
On the earth below with both hands
The earth is soaked in that golden glow.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
In the solitary woods
On the top of the mountain
In a land of dreams.
A silver river was spread
Down below in the valley
Its silver body was shining
In a soothing, mystical glow.
A soft veil of mist
Covered the mountain and vale
Showing and not showing it all
Playing hide and seek with me.
The fairies of moon
Laid down a bridge for me
From the moon, across the clouds
It touched the mountain top.
I took a long stroll
In that bridge of dreams
The silver moon above me
The silver river below me.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I used to think
Whenever I saw a rainbow
That it was a bridge.
A transparent bridge
Laid across the sky
If I could reach one end
I will be able to climb.
Walk across that bridge
From one end to the other
While the whole wide world
Will be lying underneath.
I will see the mountains
The trees, valleys, ocean
Rivers, homes and living beings
From that bridge above them all.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Slowly in the mountain road
Silver moon was shining
In its full glory in sky.
Half asleep beside the window
I was gazing out dreamily
At the silhouettes of passing trees
Bushes, small hillocks swishing by.
Then I saw the bridge
The bus too slowed a bit
It started from our end
Stretched to clouds and mist.
A quiet, serene river was stretched
Deep down below in the valley
Spread like a serene silver sheet
Illuminated softly in soft moon light.
The bridge lost its way in clouds
Was it made by human hands?
Or the fairies have laid it down
To come down to the mountain tops?
Monday, December 14, 2009
flying in the wind
landed right in front of me
I picked it up casually.
There was a picture in it
a beautiful hamlet
situated in a green field
tiled roofs, tall towers..
I felt as if I was transported
in the picture by some spell
I could feel a soft breeze
passing by me, blowing my hair.
As I looked at white houses
with slaty, crimson roofs
grey hills in distant horizon
green, velvetty grass around me.
Meadow larks singing sweetly
I longed I had a home there
another gust of wind tore off
the page softly held by me.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
A frail trail winding around trees
tall, majestic trees touching the sky..
Golden sunshine pouring down on me
cascading down like a waterfall,
through the branches and leaves.
Creating a land of light and shadow,
a realm of mystery and dreams.
I walk alone humbled and sober
absorbing that display of glory
showering down from heaven above
to bless these mortal eyes.
Every thing around me seems
soaking up that pure bliss silently
That shower of pure love from above
coming down to bless the earth below.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
he cant get himself untangled from it
he keeps on coming back to it
again and again till his last days.
His body may move ahead
but his heart dwells there
his mind is sunk deep
inside his deed’s dark lair.
Friday, December 11, 2009
It was blooming far away
Still I could feel its glory
As its petals were made of light.
Light pure, soft and golden
Shining like afternoon sun
Its fragrance was reaching me
Conquering the stench of mud.
All around it was a pond
Full of mud and decay
I could see the serpents
Slithering in that pond, hissing.
Then I saw a golden hand
Reaching down from heaven
To softly pick up that flower
And disappear again.
Laden with fragrance of flowers
Winter flowers blooming
Spreading their rainbow colours.
Butterflies and bees
Busily hovering above them
In an endless ecstasy
Happy just to be there.
Their carefree ecstasy
Touches my heart too
Settling on a lawn chair
I open a storybook.
My eyes more busy with them
Than with the letters on book
While the soft sunshine
Warms up my very soul.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
You were not there
When he was toiling
Inching his way to top.
his tired legs dragging
his tired body and mind
Toward his golden gate
You were then sleeping in bed.
Then he reached the gate
Throne was laid out for him
The crown adorned his forehead
You were standing in crowd.
Heart full of jealousy
But your hands clapped.
Then he stumbled and fell
Landed far below you.
You did not helped him up
You laughed and taunted
Prayed in your heart
That he never gets out.
Let him be, you should
For you were not there
To build his throne
You shant dig his grave.
from a lyre with shattered strings
ripped again and again
by cruel, clumsy, unkind fingers.
If you want it to sing sweet
pick it from the dust
where it is lying in neglect
repair all its shattered strings.
Then try with love and kindness
may be it will sing again
but the cruelty of past hands
may come back to choke it.
If you cant ignore those moments
those tiny falterings
go for a new lyre
leave it where it is now.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Proving the truth
He is only human
Not an angel or saint.
They gather all around him
To mock, taunt and jeer
Hyenas and vultures
Waiting for his end to come.
Forgetting in their arrogance
Human beings stumble
And to stumble one has to walk
Those who do nothing, never fail.
The idol will rise up again
Walk tall and in firm steps
All he will have to do is
Brush off the dust from his dress.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Laid down his bloody sword
Wiped it clean of the blood
Which it has gathered in the war.
Where will he wipe the soul
Which has gathered the agony
Of hearing the last mournful cry
Of warriors and not warriors.
Friday, December 4, 2009
which Buddha and christ walked
with a soul of normal being
and face hurdles on every turn.
They try to detach themselves
from anger, greed and ego
to love everyone, every soul.
Forgetting ego, anger and pain.
Soon their ego surfaces
overcoming unconditional love
then they try to show off love
hiding anger and hurt with sweetness.
They try to be the meek lamb
but soon their real self awakes
and they realize they are wearing mask
and presume everyone else is doing same.
They say, Budhdha, Christ and the prophet
they all heard calls from God
which gave them that immense self control
to wear a crown of thorn, yet love.
And they say God knows very well
the strength of her children
and she charters their path
just according to that strength.
We confuse ourselves by not being us
by trying to mimic the thing we love
or copy the thing we envy
which always ends up in hurt.
in the tree out my window
she have one or more tiny ones
I can hear them chirping.
I often watch her looking for food
to feed her tiny fledglings
and see her flying back to them
her mouth stuffed with food.
How selfless is her maternal love
she toils for hours to feed them
then she teaches them to get their own
and finally bids them goodbye forever.
She never hopes they will come back
to look after her or care for her
her only passion is bringing them up
and letting them fly away to their world.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
It may work the other way round
Your jealousy may pull down her
And make her lose her touch divine.
Mimicking her you will lose the touch
With your own true being
You will lose your friends and comrades
For they wont prefer to be with an angel.
You will then naturally opt to move
With the angels, among the angels
But believe me my friend they are too simple
Uncharismatic, uninteresting and innocent.
Soon you will get bored with them
And try to prove them fool or liars
For the human being within you
Wont let you admit they are what they are.
Monday, November 30, 2009
with a gorgeous harmony
God placed trees and grass
his children planted flowers underneath.
What a sight divine it made
tall, graceful wild trees
standing proudly against the backdrop
of deep blue sky with silver white clouds.
Man placed a carpet of flowers
right underneath those gracefull trees
purple, white, blue, red, yellow
name a colour and you will see….
God smiled and placed some velvet green
surrounded that carpet with a lace of grass
and the painting was just perfect
the most beautiful painting, loveliest duet.
I love nights, like I love days
Star studded or gray metro skies
I love the air of mystery
The soft envelop of silence.
That follows the busy days
To soothe the very soul
Occassional barking and mewling
Stray vehicles passing by.
Sometimes shattered by the whistle
Of the night watchman on his round
Apart from that all you can hear
Are the sounds made by yourself.
The soothing sound of your breath
Fingers rustling the pages of book
Or softly dancing on keyboard
What an absolute bliss.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
beyond those frightened eyes
shy smile, lingering too long around me?
Never losing a chance to be with me!
How could I be so deaf to not note
the silence which fell on your lips
the moment I started to talk as if
you wanted to hear each word.
How could I be so absent minded
To not note that soft, shy smile
which lighted up your entire being
the moment you felt I am around!
How could have I been so feelingless
to not feel how you woke up
with your complete being whenver
I was lingering anywhere near?
Now that you are gone away
I miss you every second
when you were around me
I failed to understand your shy love.
full of beauty, love and grace
for some reasons known only to heaven
the cruel eyes of a vile soul she won.
He started to spend hours after hour
gloating her innocent charm in stealth
the lass dwelled in her own innocent
dream world full of fairies and flowers
one dark day his dark claws
shot forward and plucked her
from that land of sunshine
to his land of dark, ugly lust.
There he took away her light, air and beauty
dressed her up in dark, ugly colours of lust
proudly boasted that none other will love you
ever again, now that i am done with you.
Be mine or perish, the girl laughed on him
her laughter ringed in every corner of his
dark castle, the heavens laughed back on this,
it opened, and his dark, cold castle became warm.
A chariot of light came down with the sun
it took away the object of his lust from his claws
took her far away from his greedy, lusty sight
to the land where she belonged, the land of sun.
Friday, November 27, 2009
watching down below
the valley was studded with ruins
ancient abodes of a lost race.
Some of them in ruins
some were still standing tall
after braving the nature’s challenges
for years after years
I saw her coming out of there
draped in a sky blue dress
her dress was flowing in wind
kike some beautiful dream.
Was she there to worship?
in some ancient temple..
or did she went there to feel
the mystery of that ancient race.
She made a beautiful picture
that much I can say
oh she added a gorgeous colour
in those lonely, ancient ruins.
sailing white clouds
bluish hills and snowcapped mounts
raising their heads to kiss the heavens.
The sky admiring her beauty
in the blue lake below
lake acting as her mirror
eager to hold her reflection.
The banks of the lake
covered with poppies
oh so very gorgeous
red, yellow and blue.
Salute the painter
who paints out of pure divine love
and then like a king, an emperor
blesses every soul with them.
Monday, November 23, 2009
reflecting the crimson light
morning sun is yet to show up
in the sky, beyond their majestic line.
Misty valleys are still to wake up
Birds have just now started to chirp
The veil of night’s bride is still there
Sprawled across her earth bed…
Written on 4.11.09
Saturday, November 21, 2009
In the dusky evening
Its wrapped up around her
Loving, serene beautiful body..
Which is glowing behind this golden haze
Like a pearl shines through muslin,
Sometimes seen, sometimes unseen,
Glowing behind the misty haze.
Adorned in golden glory
She bows down to admire her beauty
The lake and ponds and rivers
All rush to capture that beauty
Their crystal water transforms
In flowing, glowing liquid gold,
Every creature of nature is touched
By the glowing joy of the blue heaven.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Filling up my very being with your divine strain
What are you trying to tell us by spreading
That pure, divine melody free of any cost?
The purest and most precious things are free?
So when we come across beautiful souls
Brimming with love, tenderness and affection
We should not waste the bliss by searching price.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
They never taunt or cheat
Nor do they ever hit under the belt
That’s what my mama taught me.
She said child life is a game
Always play it fair
Always be a sport
Never lose your spirit and soul.
If someone is too desperate to win
Doesnot minds compromising every thing
Leave this game to him
Soon you will know its worth it.
Be a grown up in your games
It hardly matters you lose or win
As long as your heart is happy
And your soul is shining bright.
Soon this game will be over
You will be on your way
If you could look back then
Let it be with a laughter on your face.
well that’s a new concept to me
how do we compete in this race?
By running the very best we can?
Or by running fairly by rules,
Using our lives as race tracks,
I hope it’s a race not football
Where tackling is normal affair.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
darker the shadows become
creations start to spill in
is it the magic of moon?
Or some mystery works in dark
the region between dream n real
where dream come forward
and try to woo harsh reality.
The soft enchanting magic of dreams
try to overpower witty brain
try to lure him to the land of fairies
where mermaids bask in ocean beach.
Where white stallions run wild
where dream fairies come down
from the sky to say goodnight
and brain surrenders to dreams..
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I woke up hearing someone sob
I went out to search it out
located it to the temple nearby.
Curious I got inside the divine abode
to my shock I realized
the deity was crying inconsolably
tears of fire streaming down her cheek.
Everywhere that tear dropped
a small flame of fire shot up
surprised I knelt down before her
and begged her for the reason.
Gently she spoke, in a voice sweet
“My child, I cry for thee all…
My tears fall when you hate each other.
When those who are supposed to save, kill.”
I saw in the temple wall, reflections of torment.
A king torturing his subjects, a priest cheating.
A mother hitting her child heartlessly..and more.
Softly she said, “This goes on and on and I cry…”
Sunday, November 8, 2009
surrounded by tall, majestic trees
touching, kissing the blue sky
sometimes peeping through green.
The ground covered by green grass,
air covered in veil of milky mist
I being the only living soul
even the birds preferred not chirping.
In that mysterious hushed silence
my heart was beating fast
my senses were filled up with mist
and fragrance of green trees.
Will I encounter a fairy somewhere
she too taking her stroll in the woods
will she be furious or just fly away?
leaving me behind mesmerized..
Saturday, November 7, 2009
outside my window
underneath the cherry tree
the tree was full of flowers.
Flowers pinkish and white
just like your lovely face
they dropped down upon you
as if they wanted to bless.
You stood there looking at them
with deepest love and happiness
as if you have found paradise
in your very home garden.
You taught me blessings come
to those who can see through
its flimsy disguise
and relish the wonder of life.
Friday, November 6, 2009
making it look like a dream
as graceful as the marble taj
glowing in the early morning.
My thirsty eyes soaked your charm
they thought a blue fairy
has lost her way and is resting
for a while on that wooden throne.
Then heavens bowed their head
and two rainbows side by side
appeared behind your beautiful self
decorating the deep blue sky.
You opened up your tiny beaks
and a divine melody poured out
confirming your divine origin
you gently spread your wings to fly.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
softly spread a velvetty carpet
full of luscious green grass
asked him to come down and play.
Softly told him to rest for a while
for he works without respite
spreading light and life all around
ignoring day, night, months, years..
the sun gently smiled and agreed
said he will send down his rays
to rest for a while on that carpet
and then they will be back home.
His rays came down to rest
half of the sun hid its face
a soft shadow enveloped half world
while the sunbeams played in grass..
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
peacefully dwelling in nature’s arms
hills kissing its elegant feets
blue sky kissing its gallant forehead.
Distant horizons are guarded well
with sky touching hills as sentinels.
hills filled up with cherry trees
toppling all over with snowy blooms.
Snowy cherry blossoms toppling all over
the green velvetty grass around the trees.
It seems as if the painter has painted
a beautiful heaven with white, blue, green.
A hilly river winding her way around the hill
around the castle and the green tall trees
singing in a sweet voice, language unknown
dancing through the hills to places unknown
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
your very own piece of paper
the colors may be handed out
but you can always select other.
Its you who finally paints it..
if you don’t let the brush
slip away from your hands,
you can give it a lovely form.
If the starting is not right
don’t fret over some wrong lines
give them a shape or cover them,
those dark lines with happy colours.
If life hands you shades of gray
borrow some colours from your heart
to make the picture a perfect splendour
every life has shades of gray in its share.
Monday, November 2, 2009
with a magic wand of love
each and every leaf of them
has transformed in flowers..
It seems as if they always
bore flowers in place of leaves
the whole tree is glorified
with dazzling white blooms.
Birds and butterflies flittering
from one tree to another
feeling nature has created heaven
to nurture their tiny souls.
The grass below is scattered
with flowers like snowflakes
every thing looks like a dream
spring has come to visit cherry tree.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
that sticks the victim and tormentor
in a bond too strong
to be broken by the tormentor.
The victim tries to break free
but the tormentor’s evil guilt
hovers above her endlessly
like shadows of past hauntings.
Whenever she opens her mouth
tormentor thinks she will say
something which will blow
his mask of goodness away.
Whenever she does something
the tormentor shivers with fear
thinking it will bring down
his palace made of evil deeds.
So he hovers around her
hiding in the cloak of own sin
he keeps lurking in the darkness
scared to let her go out of sight.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
spare some immersed elsewhere
all you will see, all we need is love
unselfish, never judging love.
A love which is as free as a brook
As calm as deep lake, ignoring all turmoils
As forgiving as mother’s kiss and hug
As abundant as sun, wind and rain.
Any soul who has walked alone
without the shade of love will vow.
This is the power which moves the world,
This is the power that keeps the world.
To have love, have love in your heart
Fill it up with love and shower all of it.
Without holding it back for a second
soon you will see it returned to you.
Never think that everyone you love
will love you back as you are loving.
Don’t hurt yourself thinking for a second
that purest loves are always returned.
Rise above and think everyone who loves
is blessing you and cherish that hand.
Soon you will see your life is full of love
in place of regret for lost love…
from stolen money
cheated and looted others
to decorate its every inch.
The palace shined bright
brighter than the sun
everyone who saw it
gave nothing but compliment.
When he was alone there at night
the marble turned to white skeletons
of those he has slaughtered
to amass that immense wealth.
His hands got stained with their bloods
in his every nightmare
no matter how much he washed them
with the scented soaps.. they stayed like that.
His ears rang with their piercing screams
his head rang with their curses
no matter how much he tried or begged
he could not get an hour of peaceful sleep.
they are so similar that its tough to observe
the fine differences between these two
yet there are things which show the difference.
Love adds glory to your being, lifts you up
lust drags you under for it endlessly wants
love delivers, lust devours the soul it stays in
love makes you long for heaven, lust for earth.
Love raises you high makes you touch heaven
you grow beyond physical lust, greed, desire
lust clamps you with the body, that’s all it knows
it never lets you think beyond the earthly pleasures.
Love will never dishonour you, no matter what
It will never do any thing which will hurt your soul
Or drag you down to some thing not honourable
Lust knows no such binding or rules, it just lusts.
Friday, October 30, 2009
which reaches out to us
begging for a piece
of bread, cloth, peace or dignity.
Together he and i
walk this road of life
alone we are nothing
I don’t exist without him.
If I push his hand away today
tomorrow it will be my turn
when my hands will reach out
it will be pushed away by someone.
Life balances its ledger
neatly on each and every account
shrug away your collective dues
they will return as endless debts.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
the lair of devil’s owns
be prepared for the aftershock
soon they will swarm yours.
First they will cry foul
then they will say you lie
will try to prove you vile
if that fails, well you are senile.
They will act in cahoot
one watching the other’s back
one supporting the other’s deeds
and supporting every thing he does.
Wonder when the children of God
will learn to hold each other’s hands
to watch each other’s back and words
with the conviction of devil’s owns.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
she hates to see people happy
she is cursed with unsatiable lust
and hates to see others at rest.
She burns in the pyre of hell
and throws the fire on everyone
who dares to venture near
or has the misfortune to be so.
Her life’s mantra is no peace
for herself or anyone around her
and she lives by that mantra
through hook or through crook.
Does anyone has some antidote
for this witch hated by everyone
who tries to prove that she is right
and the whole world is wrong..
Monday, October 26, 2009
In the iron fist of power and money?
when justice sobs dark tears
and sin rules the world in cruel glee?
When darkness becomes a menace
and light simmers like a flame
of a candle fighting gusts of wind
in the darkness of a windy night.
When falsehood arrogantly roars
like the thunder in the sky
soft, firm voice of truth subdued
is not heard by anyone any more.
Will one turn to God and pray?
or one should pick up the axe to cleanse
or one should act softly, firmly but by law?
I really, really wonder what will one do.
Why? Well too many reasons
I know for sure that stolen gems
don’t last in the hands of thieves.
They sooner or later are lost
either they return to the owner
or they are stolen by someone
who is a better trickster, thief.