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.

Winter nights

Winter nights so alike summer noons
only the climate is just opposite
still they are so very same
if you can only feel them.

Every thing around you is silent
wrapped in the envelop of peace
all you can hear is soft sound
of your very own breathing.

Every soul snuggled in blanket
not least eager to venture out.
all the sound of traffic and people
seem like a faraway dream.


You feel like you have escaped
from the maddening crowd of metro
gone away on a vacation
in the island of peace.

she

I was standing on a hilltop
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
like 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.

touch

In this walk of life
We meet so many people
They touch our lives
In their unique ways.

Some come and go
Like a breeze of fresh air
Some suffocate and choke us
Making us pray that they go.

Some shower us with kindness
Like summer rain
Some fill up our lives
Like monsoon rain.

They come and go
With or without footprints
Just like waves of ocean
Or the rays of sun.

Little one

I saw you standing there
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.

when they came...

When they came for the darkies, I did not say anything because I wasnot a darkie.

When they came for the low castes, I did not say anything for I wasnot a low caste.

When they came for the maimed, I did not said anything for I wasnnot maimed.

When they came for the women, I did not said anything for I wasnot a woman.

When they came for the weak, I did not said anything for I wasnot weak.

And when they came for me, no one said anything for there was no-one left to speak.

A German Poem written in Nazi Era.