HISTORY

Dates of birth & death,
Of heroes & villains,
Starting date & end of it,
Of wars on land & sea & skies.

Terror of cruelty,
Scores of struggle,
Collision of violence,
And power flowing through guns.

Fear of extinction & love of existence,
Has written volumes in red human blood.

History, peace in pieces,
Destruction in masses.
History, gamble played by saints,
‘Game’, played by scoundrels.
History, they say repeats itself,
Now, let good exist, bad perish.

LIVING

A green young sapling,
Swaying in joy,
With a gentle stroke of wind.
Morning tender sunrays smooches it,
Noon offers shade to sustain,
Evening, a celebration.

Living through, is the sooth,
Living to bear fruits, is the aim.

LEARN TO FORGET

Learn to forget,
Things we should remember.
Nightmares, agony & frustrations,
Kill us from within.
Sorrow of humiliation,
Make us revengeful.
Life becomes trouble then.

Learn to forget,
Things we should remember.

Mirth & celebration, joy & revelry,
Moments of victory,
If kept green within,
Make us nostalgic.
That stagnates life.

Learn to forget,
Things we should remember.

Learn to forget to live in present.

POWER OF WRITTEN WORD

Power of written word,
Is more than the gale & hurricane,
That trembles the sky smooching mountains.
Is more than the hearth,
That melts stones into flowing lava.
Is more than earth enveloping seas,
Whose subtle depths are immeasurable.

Power of written word,
Make greatest epics of time,
And simplest commandments too.

Power of written word,
Make men fight to finish,
Leaving rulers to ruble.

Power of written word,
Also, brings us closer & closer,
Make us admire & love!

Our Flower

As flower blossoms from the bud,
He blossomed into our lives.
Inherited few things from us,
Yet, just not our combine.
He possesses all that extra as well.
Karan, our dearest, our sweetheart,
May he receive all that we offer him.
May he does all that he aspires,
May the God bless him forever.

BEST FRIEND

My father knows everything of mine.
He witnessed all of mine.
The good & bad days,
Joyous achievements,
Agony of failures.
Also, the moments of loneliness.
Worries of future when kept me awake,
Merry of present left me exalted.
All are shared with this best friend.
Inspiring me of fight for betterment,
He excelled me through his experiences.
Unlike time, my father is,
My best yet forgiving friend.

KASHMIR

The flora & fauna, rivers & lakes,
Snow studded mountains & saffron fields,
Is not my heaven on the earth.

People living in the valley,
Wrapped in wool, scared of bullets,
Beautiful yet paled, strong yet depressed,
Loving yet suspicious, enterprising yet defeated.
Is my Kashmir today.

Shrunk into size,
Beaten up by misguided pals,
Living under shadow of threats.
Is my Kashmir today.

Let them draw line anywhere.
But, hay wind flowing through valley,
Hay sky covering my Kashmir,
Hay sungod giving life to my countrymen,
Keep my Kashmir green & living.
Keep my Kashmir peaceful & loving.

ASSET

My mother’s aging.
Here rare glimpse left me shattered.
Wrinkles near her neck,
Deep blackening eyes,
Her fast graying hairs;
Her weakened eyeballs.
All remained unnoticed,
Through all these years.
Yet her striving for caring us,
Kept pace ahead to time.
Backbone of my family,
Being taken for granted.
As backbone, till it aches.
I’ve been her asset,
Now she is mine!

BEYOND BELIEF

Nights are cold,
Days are warm.
Sun sinks into,
And rises from the sea.

They say__,
Earth revolves round itself,
Every sown seed bears,
Only green leaves,
Yet colourful flowers.
All pups are lovely,
And all cats are mean.

But each man is different,
Unpredictable & varied.
Such a variety under one sun.
Just beyond belief.

LIFE IN MINES

They all live & work in mines,
Torches on head, shovels in hand,
Pillaring – depillaring occupies their lives.
Forced air draft keeps them alive.
Digging coal, feed them to come next day.
Life is difficult in mines & collieries.
Feet buried in mud,
Body drenched in sweat & coal dust,
It’s toiling in the earth womb,
Those who bring coal on surface.
Make run our wheels, keep us ahead,
Let us live in limelight.

A word flashes in news,
On, mishap in mines.
Numbers indicate the death,
Who contributed in keeping us,
In light…

THE LIFE

The life, I thought was immortal,
Set off today, leaving a whole world behind.
The world I loved is no more.
Dreams, I saw & tried to fulfill,
Are all vanished with her.
Realm I thought of creating,
Was a fallacy a futile.
The world is empty & alien.
Journey is aimless.
Yet, living is wining.
Carrying own burden is no good;
The world I loved is no more…

BABY

Touch’s gentle & pleasing.
Looks are curious & innocent.
Acts are mischievous & tacit.
It is angel or merry,
The small young kid.

It pleases you,
Makes you laugh,
And dance happily,
A bundle of joy,
A soul of God!

Clinching its fist merrily,
Baby’s a life in you.

RAIN

Rains not only wet the earth,
But each drop carries blessings,
From the heaven for us.
It’s purest form of life,
To dilute our turbid & dirty lives.

Rivers & lakes get flooded,
Trees & bushes get washed,
Hills & plateau get cleaned.

HIS blessings also shower upon me.
Giving a fresh look towards life.

The journey is relentless,
Summer is testing endurance.
HIS blessings are always there.
For your peaceful journey, forever.

UNSEEN WALLS

I’ve roamed all around,
I’ve seen.
Men, women, birds & animals.
Even the nature.
It is same.
At the poles, men are wrapped in wools,
At the equator, they are half naked.
The food is different,
The shelter is different.
Yet, the motive is same.
Same wind blows everywhere,
Seemingly everything is the same.
Even, those unseen walls between them.

WE PAY TOO LITTLE

We pay peanuts to employees,
And earn countless on them,
Just feed the pets,
And expect trust & love from them.
Give in paisa to beggars,
And ask for gratefulness for life.
Pay no attention, do no love to family,
And expect slavery in return.
We don’t nourish ourselves,
Yet expect simply too much from within.

TIDE

Low tide & high tide,
Are common in our lives,
Let them nourish & cherish,
Our lives---,
Let them pour wealth.
On our shore,
Let them snatch mirth,
Sometimes as they can,
It is life, ups & downs.
Mirth & grief are common,
Let them come as they can,
Welcome the good & bad,
With the same regards.

MY COUNTRYMEN

My countrymen,

Never saw united.
Their ego marred strength,
Greed paralyzed nation.
And venom of suspicion,
Weakened their vigor.
Many prophets, saints,
Thinkers & philosophers tried,
But kneeled before stubborn society.

My countrymen

Lack honesty & will to work.
‘Sprit of Integration’ is fashion.
Leaders to laymen quenching their self.
Those do not love my flag,
Can not be my countrymen.
Those do not work with dedication,
Can not be my countrymen.
Those do not wish my India flourish,

Can only be my enemy.

GENUINE PEOPLE

I love genuine people,
Natural & true people.
They never hide themselves.
Either right or wrong.
They face toughest times,
With dimpled cheek,
And smiling face.
They never mask their faces,
Catch them going awry.
They defend, if right,
Surrender themselves, if wrong.
They are clean, no politics.
Loveliest, if you rely on them.

MAHATMA

Frail, half naked old man,
Wielding stick in the weak hand,
Briskly walking miles together,
The man who threatened the empire.
With no weapon, no army,
It was his belief in nonviolence,
His own power, percolated in millions,
And made them fearless freedom fighters.
To gain the independence.
To remain the independent,
Will be true homage to the Mahatma.

MELODY QUEEN

Lata the melody queen;
Adored by myriad across the globe.
Today celebrating golden jubilee.
And turning open her magic.

Millions worship her celestial gift.
And admired modest queen of ‘sapta-soora’.
Never a day will rise when,
Gandhar of Lata would not mesmerize you.
Either your heart sooths her songs.
Sacred, sane & composed Nightingale of India,
Has nourished our souls since years,
Keeping us cherished & serene.
And making our lives yet nice.
Religion has become her realm.

DAYS I LIVED

Days I lived were fine.
Not so bitter, not so sore.
Never saddled with liability,
Not free of responsibility.

It was the fun & strain,
Both overwhelmed me always.
Simplicity carried me away,
And opportunity opening avenues.

No regrets & no grief,For the days I lived.

BLESSINGS

Thy blessings come down,
To nourish us through foods,
It is thee mercy & magnanimity,
The sun shines & the moon glitters,
Wind blows through the jungles,
How much our care you take Oh God,
Yet, thee message is ignored,
Thee love is forgotten,
Oh the almighty!
Bless thee children,
Lead them to eternal truth.