Distant moon

No don’t let those fingers slip
The way they are clutching yours
Shows a love too much deep
The one you love has never shared
Her feelings with you or cared
Even though you have told her
Atleast one hundred thousand time
May be she will never love you.

I agree you adore the full moon
And an earthen lamp adores you
But just think, the moon is distant
She may never come down to kiss you
the other one is filling up your nights
with her light may be softer and gentler
But more true and reliable than the
Distant, forever, unreachable moon.

If you dont love her..let her go

If you don’t love her let her go
let her explore her chances
before it is too late for her
too late to win another love.

Be a little cruel today to her
tell her to move ahead
tell her to search for someone
who will care for her forever.

She may pine for you now
may beg you to think again
but if you don’t love her
make her change her mind.

Tomorrow she will look back
and bless you for all the tears
that you caused her today
when she will bask in her lover’s arm.

But before you ask her to go away
Away from you to be on her own
Just remember the golden words
Love’s direction is usually one.

Tomorrow if you change your mind
you may regret for losing her hand
then it may happen that you beg her
but don’t get the love which you rejected.

White cloud

White fluffy balls of cotton sailing in indigo sky
you look like a mountain covered with snow
shining gloriously in the rays of sun
dazzling the entire heaven with your beauty.

When you are drifting away from the earth
Ignoring its pleas of rain you are white
but when you are kind on her you get dark
dark, ominous and sometimes with thunder.

Does white means the tranquillity which comes
after giving away the last drop of ourselves?
to someone who longs for our love and mercy?
who wont survive until she receives all of us?

Then after that someone smiles from above
on our undying, all giving beautiful love
and fills us up again with cool water drops
to be showered down on our beloved again.

Someone stays invisible to us yet sees us
each and every second with eyes of love
and fills us up with whatever we sacrifice
and makes us completely new once again.

Invisible hand

the pond was serene, the crystal water sparkling
in the morning sun, the fishes were playing
lotus blooming in rising glory of morning sun.
all of a sudden every thing went wrong.

The water got muddy, the fishes disappeared
the pond was no longer holding the sun
in its heart, the water got murky, only the sun
stayed as it was watching it all from the heaven.
Watching through muddy waters, missing calm.

Sit down visitor, wait for a little while
don’t think that it was this way always.
Pause, think and look for the invisible hand
which pelted the stone, destroyed the calm
then ran away without being seen by any one.

May be he did it just for fun, or may be because
his unhappy heart hated the peaceful calm.

Golden fairy

Fly again golden fairy
unfold your wings to fly
you folded your wings
and swore to never fly.

May be the skies betrayed you
the wind once failed you
but don’t let that chain you
down to earth, the sky still calls you.

You belong to the sky up above
The earth is only for resting
Resting when you have sailed
For ages against and with the wind.

Learn to tame the winds or let pass
You can win yourself or win them
Nothing is impossible in this earth
Even this word holds possible within.

life is fire

So you want to know what real life is?
you want the eyes of buddha and christ?
to know all, suffer all and then love all?
you want the wisdom of God’s angel,
do you possess their enlightened soul?
or else this world which is now full of
beautiful feelings will turn into a hell!

Some things should better be left
lying as they are, away from rest
some fires are better far away
like the volcanos and the wild fire;
thunders look small in sky above
we cant tame them or extinguish
all they will cause if we try to play
games with them is deep anguish.

Can you take a plunge in the abyss
of tortured human souls and come out
shining like a pearl? In the deep ocean
of decay where father sells his child
where mother kills her own born to hide
her misdeeds?.Think if you can plunge
into this dark pit of hell and come out
unscathed untainted like persephone.

I have seen so many kind but tender heats
in their desperate desire to help the fallen
with the longing to bring them back again
have slipped in the abyss of pain and decay
lost their own peace and happiness, trying
to bring smile to the lips which has frozen
to drag a person out of ditch it needs a steel grip
to pull someone out of hell’s fire it needs iron hand.

Parents

A little girl pretty as flower
grew up with neglect and scorn
never saw love in her parent’s eyes
nor did she won love from others.

She was the fourth girl child born
after three brothers, three sisters,
abuse, scorn, neglect was her share
in that overcrowded home of nine members.

One day her parents fixed her suitor
everyone was surprised as she was
the youngest of them all and all her
sisters were to be married yet.

She was wedded off to a distant land
which she discoveree was a pit of hell
her parents have bargained with her soul
to save them and remaining of their own.

Everytime she heard some one calling
a parent something similar to God
she used to stare vacantly at them
and hide her eyes to hide her tears.

Gone moments

Gone moments are gone forever,
just like water under the bridge.
Once they are gone, over the ledge
of dusk they cant come back ever.

It’s a one way road,
moving only …forward
before taking hasty steps we should
keep this eternal truth in our soul
a damage done is done,
time wont move backward

Before pushing a hand away,
that may come back to haunt us,
before hurting a heart, killing a soul,
making a friend curse, just remember,
gone tomorrow does not comes back
for a prince’s treasure, all the treasure,
all the prayers in this world
we can not make this rule waiver

So, when you are with loved ones,
love them like it’s the last day.
When you are out to give, give it your best
Never wait for another day to give the rest
Because once a day is gone,
its gone, and it just can be the very last

Three levels

I will do any thing, anything at all
I don’t remember the last time
I have eaten a proper, decent meal
I will do any thing for money or meal.

I will do any thing, anything at all
To keep the food on my plate
To keep the fire burning in my hearth.
To keep my family fed and dressed.

I will do any thing, any thing at all
To keep my home well maintained
To keep my family wealthy and well
To move around in the highest tire.

The three levels of compromisation
that leads the way from the pits
of poverty to the pits of corruption
once you start walking you see, its one way!

Subdued flame

We all get burnt atleast once in lifetime
when fire rages in everything we have
sometimes our own mistake starts it
sometimes fate or another hand starts.

The fire rages through our very core
licking and devouring everything
that falls in its path to the least bit
its scorching flames dry our very being.

Put it out as soon as you can and rebuild.
Blow away the ashes and sprinkle with
the seeds of love, peace and happiness
and nurture them till they cover you again.

But before you scatter your seeds in life
be double sure that you have doused the flame.
Subdued flames have a deadly way of bursting forth
after burning deep down for a long spell of time.

smiles

Why are those rays of sun fading away
which used to perch on every lip
when they talked, spend times together
pieces of sun called smile and laughter…

They have been replaced by half hearted
smiles, greetings muttered in aloof way
hi, hello, how are you have taken over
those gentle beams of sun rays…

those which used to light up one face
and illuminate ten others around
a surge of warmth spreading from heart
to heart, enveloping each and every one.

Those peals of laughter, those loud guffaws
telling the tales of a warm heart present
these beautiful butterflies flying from one lip
to other need to be brought back, revived.

who am i?

Who am I? just a child of God like you
Your very own, I too worship the same God
Only in some other form, and just like you
I too pray for food, shelter and clothe for all.

What do I love? In this beautiful world?
Let me think, the smile on a baby’s face
Flowers, gardens, sky, clouds and butterflies
Music, love, friends, any thing with beauty.

My religion? To love every harmless soul
Feel compassion for every living being
Never play God even when I am wronged
Never to hit back unless pushed in corner.

What do I hope? A permanent place in your heart
An entire life of friendship with you
We will fly together forever, in the blue skies
Full of love, peace and harmony everlasting

you

When the shadows were too long
the road seemed too long
every step was blocked by a stone
I was in a crowd but completely alone.

You came out of nowhere and started to walk
beside me, holding my hand in your hand
my heart in your heart and soul in your soul
you became the oasis in that never-ending sand.

we walked together for miles,
every time I stumbled your hand pulled me back
to my feet again with a smile
every moment we spent together flew away.

Then life took a sad turn,
our paths parted,
you went your way, I went mine
but whenever I lose my light
I know your invisible light will burn

The lyre and the pen

A caring friend of mine asked
Why have I put down the pen
And picked up the lyre to play
I can do so much good with pen.

I smiled and pondered about
Reasons which has brought change
How I realized that I cant write
Fairytales when I am using pen.

A light of truth starts to glow
And lightens up my very vision
That’s not fit for this time
Nor very appetizing for most.

A civilisation which whitewashes
Its black body and screams I am pearl
And dares any one to prove him wrong
And proving wrong results in destruction.

So after playing with the pen for a while
I thought that its not a magic wand
Which will wake up a sleeping country
So I laid it down and picked up the lyre.

Journey of life

Life is not a dream, it’s a journey.
its more like a boat travelling
in a river than sitting on the bank
to watch the river flow from there.

Its more like a roller coaster ride
than the seat of the operator
We have to go up and down
and stay as much calm as we can.

Its more like tossing and turning
in a turbulent ocean on a boat
than watching that from the shore
and feeling the power of storm.

Don’t expect life to be a plain
chartered, well planned path.
It’s a journey through unknown
you have to take the up and down.

There will be uphill, plain, downhill
There will be storm, rain, silence
There will be laughter, love and tears
There will be question, answer, fears

River of love

A beaufiful angel caught
the fancies of a dark demon
the demon wooed her but
she refused his love with scorn

The furious demon snatched her
away from her land of love,
innocence and happiness to
the land of guilt, lust and desire.

The fairy tried hard to hit
all the hands grabbing at
to prove her disgust at lust
her heart filled up with anguish.

Every day the demon would visit
and ask her if she was ready to give in
every time he met the same hatred
and returned disappointed, enraged.

One night the fairy had a dream
God has come down to help her
she told her in a voice full of love
and peace that she is wrong.

She is not wrong in her chastity
or her refusal to surrender to dark
she is wrong at trying to hit back.
Being lonely she first should be strong.

When a pure but narrow stream of love
enters a dry, cruel desert it dries up
but if that same river fills up bank to bank
it easily crosses the desert to the ocean.

A poem

a pen, some thoughts, some words
sometimes the yearning of an ordinary
life poured out on white paper
dreams of a dreamy soul scattered around.

Words are scattered on paper
Sometimes with deeper meaning
Some times to just play with
Sometimes to paint a beauty.

Dreams of a bird without wing to fly
touch the blue heavens, the sky
roam around the white, fluffy clouds
to kiss the wind, to catch the rain in sky.

His mortal body with limited means
may not be able to do these things
but his mind the most powerful being
indulges in these dreams unrestrained.

White dove

White dove flying in the blue heaven
you look so dazzlingly graceful
I keep on staring at you from my window
before you disappear in distant horizon.

You look so pure and divine with white wings
I see you every day and wonder
is your fate is also like human having white souls?
Do other birds become envious, malicious?

I see not! Your kingdom only acts on few laws
for food, sleep and love.. all the works are done
no other passion invades your earthly minds.
May be this is the price we humans only pay.

For opening the window of our soul and mind
freely without any binding or restrains,
it has invited the good things in this world
and it has invited the bad things inside us.