Drama queen

She always wins her way like this
whenever she is confronted by logic
she encounters it with a tantrum
a huge uproar of incoherent words.

Shallow as a creek but furious
and boiling like a stream falling
from a mountain top, churning, fuming
full of more foam than water.

Her roar can be heard from far
whereas the true rivers flow
with a body full of water but
their sound can be heard rare.

Just like an empty vessel which
makes a deafening sound when hit
whereas a full vessel sounds soft
emptier the vessel greater is the sound.

Written on 5.05.09

wolf

He trusted you with all his heart

so much that he asked you

to see if his love was placed right

for he lived in a distant land.

 

You, called yourself his friend

little did he knew you are a wolf

in sheep’s attire, you twisted

his mind against his own love.

 

Using his own weaknesses against

him, made him believe a white swan

was a black raven and tried to win

his love, you did succeed for a while.

 

But then fate played its part he met

the white swan in the path of life

and recognized the wolf dressed as

a lovely innocent warm sheep.

 

He may not get his swan back again

but he is a human being not sheep

so your chances with him are over

go search for some one else to fool.

Blossoms and bees

Dazzling white cherry blooms

covering the whole tree

the bees are hovering above

as if drunk by their beings

 

What do they say to them

when they hover above them

their wings creating a soft music

oh so pleasant to human ears.

 

Do they sing a song of love

thank them for the honey

or they tell them stories

of the places where they’ve been.

 

For they know their gorgeous friends

cant go from places to places

so they come to rest their wings

and tell them these stories.

thief

How many times will you get caught

before you know that lie walks

without a feet? It can walk a while

but once it stumbles it falls flat.

 

You cheated your friend

stole someone else’s love

then your mate found out

what you are and left you.

 

Its no use haunting those who

had nothing to do with you

nor will ever have to do

you should rinse your soul.

 

You have ruined your yesterdays

by masquerading as an angel

now just admit your dark side

repent.. that’s the only way.

Little butterfly

A lonely butterfly lost its way

it was wandering in the desert

with no sight of flowers

no view of shrubs or trees.

 

It met a high mountain

blocking the vision

part of its heart said

quit fighting give up.

 

Something inside it said

lets try and see what comes

it flew high, high and higher

and it reached the other side.

 

Its tiny wings danced with joy

when it was welcomed by a

valley full of flowers and

thousands of tiny, little butterflies

Fear of losing love

Once a tender soul was shattered

to tiny pieces by the one he loved

he made up his mind to never

laugh again or be happy in life.

 

He closed all windows of his heart

filled it up with pitch darkness

did not allowed a single breeze

of love, happiness and peace.

 

He created a hell for himself

determined to burn himself

fate had some other plans

and every thing changed.

 

There was a loving friend

who knew his torments on self

and tried her best to bring

him out of that selfmade hell.

 

He kept on ignoring her love

till one day he thought its lost

fear of losing her made him love her

and every thing changed to love.

Virtue

A soul born with the strongest virtues

Virtue as strong as his life itself.

That immense strength made him humble

so silent was he about virtues

naives often thought he had none

they often tried to lure him

to make him wander away from his path

every time they had to retreat..defeated.

 

The deeper the faith goes down in a heart

the more silent the lips become.

When a soul knows he is right

he also knows he will follow right.

His faith in truth becomes so profound

when debates arise he rarely makes a sound.

Never mistake his silence with weakness.

Lion never roars when he kills in forests.

Fairies and the mermaids

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. 

Your choice

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.

Salvation

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.

Sin and sinner

They say the sinner dwells in his sin
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.

let him be

Let him be
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.

Shattered strings

Don’t expect a perfect melody
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.

The return

He came back home
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.

salvation

They try to walk the path
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.

Mama birds

A blue little bird has built her nest
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.

mimicry

Mimicking an angel wont make you one
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.

Painting together

man and his children singing a song
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.

nights

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.

Shy love

How could I be so blind to not see
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.