Monday, July 30, 2007

MARRIAGE


A flickering flame,
In stormy, rainy nights.
Needs warmth & cover,
Of warm palms of spouse & you.

Is a climber plant, too weak to stand,
Envelops & rise in delight,
Both of you when stand together,
Bearing sweet & juicy fruits.

Is boat with two peddles,
In the surfing, deep waters.
Needs trust, energy & tenderness,
To go ahead evenly.

Is a trust & love you have.
Is the offering & sharing,
Acceptance & merry, besides,
Bonds of cuddling & tender feelings.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

BREEZE


One day I’ll have gone,
Few may mourn & refresh memories.
Rest, may never know about.
The life & times of me.

The breeze flows & pleases.
Its’ coolness & freshness;
Fragrance of life, it brings,
You love all.

You may not notice of breeze,
Yet, the breeze has pleased you.
O my lord, bless me be breeze,
Pleasing, yet just common.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

TIME PASSES BY


Time passes by,
From young age to old,
For life flows as water,
From turbulence to tranquility,
Slowly & patiently.

Friends turn to foes,
Years to days & tons to tiny.
Saints to slob & sacred to slop,
Kingdom to ruble & pounds to penny.

Compassion & love,
To remain forever,
As innocence & truth,
For, immortal they are.
The values & faith.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

ALONE


You aren’t alone.
For pals & foes,
Parents, sons & daughters,
Surround you dear!

Yet, if you leave,
They are to live,
Dancing, eating, chatting,
Love & hatred still continue.

You may worry, take care,
Yet, they too are alone like you.
For after all, there is a world.
Life & living will continue.

Together may be, alone we are.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

BURN OR BURRY


Why burn or bury?
Bodies are invaluable,
Caging your soul,
And let you enjoy, live.

Heart or eyes, all the organs,
May live forever,
On your soul flown away,
Donate to deprived.

Donate the bodies,
Why bury or burry.
It doesn’t belong to you then!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

PREDATOR


Lord, make me myself,
Weeding the self in me.

For, make me strong,
I’ll humble the strength.
For, make me humble,
It will make me strong.
For, make me rule,
I’ll treat all equal,
For, make me common,
It will make me rule.

Lord, your world is predators’
Like animals, like men.
Be predator or be prey,
I hate both Oh Lord.
For make me thyself,
Weeding the self in me.

BETTER WORLD


In the third millennium,
I won’t be there, neither you.
It would be still better world I see.

Foreign! Will be another planet.
People staying there & visiting earth.
Genetics will nib mutants in the bud.
Only creative men will take birth.
Earth will be cleaner & greener.
And breeze will encircle the equator.
Earth will be one nation,
Govern democratically & peacefully.
Crime will have extinct,
Guilty, only will be punished.

It would be still better world I see.

Distance will be diminished,
Travel, at the speed of light.
They will have great wisdom,
Horizons will have widened.
Power creates respect!
All would be powerful & respected.
Science of men would obey nature,
And harmonize with universe.

It would be still safer world,
It would be still civilized world.

It would be still better world, I see.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

HE LOVES HER


He loves her,
Clutches her in pain & pleasure,
Like roots to mother earth.
His tiny figures & small small hands,
Are to guard her in our mock battles.
She’s his world & sole existence.
My sons’ mother is his nest.
Where he peacefully rests.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

POEMS


Poems are obsession filled in!
Combines with the clime & mind.
The roses, lilies to sun & moon.
Even, laughter, cries & agonies,
Egos & emotions flowing freely.

Each moment is poetic,
Sad & bad, happy & merry.
Mind restrains, else it’s all a dream.
Sit at the banks & experience it,
In reality it is miserable.

How romantic, would it be,
To be aloof, yet mingle with…

Friday, July 6, 2007

KITE


Pains, he cries,
Cries with open heart.
And laughs merrily,
Wholeheartedly in pleasure.

Tears, no bar for him.
Rigidity of extremity.
Flexibility with no ends.
He loves all, beyond boundaries.

My son is gods’ gift.
He is free kite in open skies.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

DISCOVERY OF INDIA


Demons to dons,
Vedas to Satanic Verses,
Discovery of India reads ___,

Lustrous dynasties of,
Mauryas, Mughals & Marathas,
Rules of Satwahans to Chalukyas.
Teachings of Nanak to Namdev.

Yet, the volumes are stained,
With blood in battles on sea & surface.
Singing melody of nonviolence,
Against the bangs of Briton.

It witnessed metamorphosis,
From Gandhism to Goonism.
Blood bathed Lala to,
Blood shed in Bombay.

With few flushed with bucks,
Rest others buckling under oppression.
Once lead the third world,
Now kneeling before underworld.

Living with bleeding states,
Slain leaders & innocents’ deaths.
Once wrote tryst with destiny,
Now, with the dying destiny.

India has been a vote bank.
Of BCs, SCs, NTs & OBCs,
Of Muslims & of Hindus,
Of rights & of lefts.

Scooping & scraping valued projects,
Indus land is pasture of powerbrokers.
Money & mettle in select few hands,
Rest, at the mercy of those hands.

Once, discovery of India read,
Liberalization is the silverline,
And nationality is lifeline.
Now, bribing is bottomline.