Come down again

come down again my lord as buddha as christ
show these hearts torn with hatred your light
the beauty of your love, your compassion
needs to be showered down on this hell burning.

Human arms are tearing away failing to embrace
the power of hatred is slowly conquering love.
Only a love as strong as yours will be able to bind
these shattered souls full of hatred and rage.

the fire of hell has been left burning too long here
evil hands have fed this fire again and again.
Fragile human love no longer works on this inferno
it will need a long, loving spell of endless rain.

Drench their hearts, quench their thirst, put out the fire
which is endlessly burning in their lovethirsty soul.
Come down oh Lord before its too late, before this
fire engulfs us all, the entire human race turns to ash.

child of light

A child of light captured in dark
eyes that loved colours and flowers
roaming among aching, dead souls
paying for her fragile innocence.

She roamed around those dark
alleys thronged with undead souls,
languishing in that endless dark
just like her, snatched away from light.

Her captor thought he had her
because she was losing her light
then one day a thread of light
came down from above to touch.

No one was around then, all her guards
were far away, the light turned into
a ladder, the child climbed the ladder
back to the land of light and colours again.

Love, compassion and friendship

All the angels were playing in heaven’s garden
When they noticed their darling friend
Compassion has been missing these games
Since long, how long they don’t even know.

Love and friendship started to search
Saw her sitting on a cloud
Far away from bustling crowd
They tiptoed to her to startle her.

Before they did their hearts prevented
For she was gazing so aptly down
When they followed her gaze they saw
A speck of gentle light shining there.

Compassion saw them and beckoned
Together they flew down to earth
The light was a gentle soul in plight
Surrounded by dark shadows and pits.

Everytime a shadow reached out for her
with its icy, cold fingers, or she moved
too close to one of the pits, compassion
prevented her using her unseen power.

Friendship and love hugged compassion
the light which created thereby
destroyed all the shadows, filled up the pit
together the three flew back to heaven.

Chasing butterflies

When that person called you up
at odd times with desire to speak,
you were busy then having fun
with persons you admired,
with those who filled your days
with fun and laughter,
make your hours shrink
into enchanting seconds…..


That one call used to bring a break,
little lull in those ecstatic moments.
You some times pick up the phone
and gave some polite excuse to him.
Some times you just used to let it ring
and later give him some half hearted alibi..

Then one day your butterflies
flew away to other pastures,
Leaving behind only shadows of
sweet memories and empty hours,
you turned around to search
for that person who has pestered…

All you could see was a shadow
disappearing in distant horizon,
Love came, knocked your door,
waited for you and departed rejected,
When you were busy chasing butterflies
the flower of your life withered

Rain

Runaway bride

Every one read that heart breaking story
saw the picture of a laughing girl below
the eternal story of the lost love with a
desperate plea from a bleeding soul.

Find my life, my love, my betrothed for me
because my life is slowly ebbing away
his mournful sighs touched every soul
finally some one chanced to see the girl.

The news was sent to him of his victory
the grateful lover thanked them and took
the bow and disappeared forever
filling up the knight with happiness forever.

Little did that knight knew that he led a hunter
to his prey, an innocent woman who escaped
his clutches of destruction and was trying to
survive hiding herself from his vicious eyes.

A news was flashed in local papers
a few days later, the lifeless body of
a young woman was discovered lying in an
isolated place, she was witness to a past murder.

the elegant bird

Once there was an elegant bird
that used to fly in the highest height
a bright flash of elegant white
floating like a cloud in the blue sky.

Cruel fate brought him down
Destiny planned for his ruin
He lay there on the ground
Bleeding, helpless waiting for end.

Two gentle hands picked him up
Held him oh so tenderly
Nursed his wounds from body and soul
Brought back second life in him.

But it was too scared to fly again
Even though his nurse tried in vain
Then one fine morning it took him
To the top of the hill nearby.

she threw him up with all her might
before the bird could know his wings
were flapping again in wild delight
soon he was touching again the skies.

a new dawn

I love to watch out of the window
watch those far hills get aglow
The eastern sky turning to violet,
purple and then finally red to greet,
all spruced up.. the early morning sun
after a night full of stars and moonlight.

Just before the first light breaks
The nightingales start the first strain.
Then a gentle breeze picks up their song
And spreads it to far and wide terrain.
First sun rays then gently come toppling
From the heavens to the streching earth.

Slowly waking up after a night of
slumber, peace and restfullness.
next the other birds show up chirping
while they get busy in searching
for food after a long overnight break
the butterflies and bees show up in tow.

After this I see the village girls
slowly coming toward the village well
then I realize that I too will have
to get up and strech, yawn and come
alive, to meet the brand new day
with which I have been blessed again.

Every morning reminds me that
no matter how dark the night
was, it will always break into
A dawn, as beautiful as earlier morn
every thing will move just as before
so all we will have to is adore.

the tiny heart

Original name: the little hand

My papa sent me off to big town to
earn some money for my home
where my baby siblings and mom
were waiting helplessly for the alms
which I and my papa earn working
day and night, working like slaves,
round the clock without a break

I saw no love in my master’s eyes,
he only shouted and screamed
he only made me work more and more,
never letting me play or read as his own sons did
nor did he gave me candies or dresses
which he often brought for them
never did I felt their caring hands
on my burning forehead when I was sick in bed

my days started with the crow
and ended when the world slept
my food was their left over,
my clothing was their neglect
I grew up hating the world
because it scorned when I wept
then life changed, my toils brought my harvest.

one day I was sitting on my porch
when he came who once was my master
begging for a job or a handful of food
for his family which was starving now
he did not recognized me in riches,
but I did because he looked the same
I called my servant, asked him to feed him
and give some money for his family