A litle girl

A little girl was born somewhere
when she arrived she had a
homefull of brothers and sisters
another tiny one soon followed.

Mother was too busy in home
father in the wide world
all the siblings lived among
themselves and their friends.

She grew up without love and tenderness
talking to the flowers and trees
finding the treasure of love in God
and the teacher in story books.

When she grew up she realized
she has had the best mother in world
God, who will never fail in loving her
Best teacher in books, best friend in nature.

Written on : 12.05.09

Greed

A slithering parasite hidden in deep crevice
of our heart, feeding on our desires
keenly observing how much we yield
the more we yield stronger it gets.

If we keep on feeding it will change into
a monster from a tiny insect
instead of gnawing and pricking
it will swallow us complete.

It swallows every virtue which fights it
conscience is its first kill
then come restrain and others
man becomes its slave for ever.

Deeper it drags its victim in his pit
full of lies, cheating and disgrace
if a soul falls too deep in its pit
he can rarely come back, is devoured.

Written on: 4.05.2009

thankfulness

love is called god himself
tis said that it reflects him
every time it touches you
in any form..love, friend..
be thankful to god that he
sent you a touch of himself
be thankful to the messenger
who delivered his touch to you.
It is the shower from heaven
Itself which comes down on blessed.

Feel it as a blessing of divine
not as an offering to divine
feel blessed that someone
bestowed it on you, don’t think
that you deserved it that is why
you won it, arrogance and love
cant last with each other for long
while arrogance sits on the front door
love silently walks away through the back door
While arrogance sits alone and broods.

Written on : 30.04.2009

Virtue

A soul born with the strongest virtues

Virtue as strong as his life itself.

That immense strength made him humble

so silent was he about virtues

naives often thought he had none

they often tried to lure him

to make him wander away from his path

every time they had to retreat..defeated.

 

The deeper the faith goes down in a heart

the more silent the lips become.

When a soul knows he is right

he also knows he will follow right.

His faith in truth becomes so profound

when debates arise he rarely makes a sound.

Never mistake his silence with weakness.

Lion never roars when he kills in forests.

sorcerer

An evil sorcerer had a pretty daughter

and a rogue son without a soul to go

her son befriended an innocent  prince

who was in love with a distant friend.

 

A friend he has never met face to face

but had fallen for her deeply

he sought the help of his friend to help

him in winning the hand of his lady love.

 

The rogue said yes, he will help him,

he will go there himself and bring her.

He covered the dagger in velvet sheath

said noble words hiding the greed.

 

He asked him for some symbol so

he could introduce himself as his friend

and took his ring and went to the girl

and told her that he is the prince.

 

He harassed the girl so badly faking as

the prince that the girl started to hate

his very name. Finishing his job there

he went back to prince with fake dismay

 

Told him that she loves him but is an

old woman married to some one else.

Then he offered her his sister’s hand

like a gallant knight, the prince denied.

 

The sorcerer casted her spell on the

doomed lovers, slowly their love ebbed

on one hand she pretended as the prince

to the hapless girl and did the same to him.

 

They both started to believe that the other

one is vile, their love was misplaced

the prince fell for sorcerer’s daughter and

his love started to hate his very name.

Leave them alone

leave her alone guilty soul

you wont get anything by

stalking her to the end of

the universe, but heartbreak.

 

You lost your man because

You did not loved him

You only wanted the luxury

The material things not love.

 

When you got him in your palms

you thought now you can go astray

he is so blind that he will not know

but love has feelings, he did.

 

He left you for a loyal soul

who lacked your glamour

but had a heart of gold

now leave them alone..go!

Fairies and the mermaids

Yes I love both the fantasy and truth

a feeling that can be cherished

only by those whose soul can dream

while their minds stay fully awake.

 

I love to dream of a land of dreams

where fairies can fly defeating gravity

where unicorns gallop gracefully

where mermaids come up to see sailors.

 

And I love the angel within you and me

the angel which is celestial yet not

who is made of flesh and blood

yet whose soul has reached the heavens.

 

He lives in this very earth with us

but his soul filled with love is far above us

and I love you and me too who are not angels

who are trying to be one, or are just human.

The castle

White dazzling man made dream

peacefully dwelling in nature’s arms

hills kissing its elegant feets

blue sky kissing its gallant forehead.

 

Distant horizons are guarded well

with sky touching hills as sentinels.

hills filled up with cherry trees

toppling all over with snowy blooms.

 

Snowy cherry blossoms toppling all over

the green velvetty grass around the trees.

It seems as if the painter has painted

a beautiful heaven with white, blue, green.

 

A hilly river winding her way around the hill

around the castle and the green tall trees

singing in a sweet voice, language unknown

dancing through the hills to places unknown.

Cherry blossoms

A fairy has touched the trees

with a magic wand of love

each and every leaf of them

has transformed in flowers..

 

It seems as if they always

bore flowers in place of leaves

the whole tree is glorified

with dazzling white blooms.

 

Birds and butterflies flittering

from one tree to another

feeling nature has created heaven

to nurture their tiny souls.

 

The grass below is scattered

with flowers like snowflakes

every thing looks like a dream

spring has come to visit cherry tree.

Poisonous friendship

King’s daughter had a lovely companion

a dazzling beauty beyond comparison

the princess had a charming soul

hidden inside a ordinary frame, a jewel.

 

The gorgeous moon and humble diya

showered the king’s palace with light.

They were as if answers to one another

one was body the other one the soul.

 

Chand was the doe eye, diya vision.

Chand the dance of fairy, diya song.

Everyone in palace and surrounding

blessed this marvellous union endlessly.

 

One day a neighbouring prince came

to visit the king, as they were strolling

in the garden the prince heard the most

enchanting melody, simmering in moonshine.

 

The king answered his query about the singer.

The prince became mesmerized and lingered

there for long, hoping for a glimpse of the singer

but shy diya never became visible to him.

 

She thought the prince was too handsome for her,

Chand also saw him and got smitten by him.

She tiptoed to his rooms while he was resting.

He got mesmerized by her dazzling beauty.

 

When he asked her who she was she lied

she told him she was the princess and the singer

she left him after completely stealing his heart

the poor lover passed a sleepless night tossing in bed.

 

The next morning he asked the king for his daughter.

The king happily agreed to wed her away to him.

The marriage happened very fast, Chand was sad,

but could not dare to open her mouth, scared for life.

 

The bride was in veil as was the custom in kingdom

the  veil to be removed from her face after reaching home

till then not even her prince could see her face

he was allowed to see her only after entering his home.

 

Chand was ofcourse her only companion to her new home

In the way she poisoned her trusting friend and took her place

because she knew no one will recognize her here

no one will come from diya’s kingdom, hundreds of miles away.

 

She already had the prince’s heart and his blind faith!!

Goodbye 2009!

canvas

Your life is your own canvas

your very own piece of paper

the colors may be handed out

but you can always select other.

 

Its you who finally paints it..

if you don’t let the brush

slip away from your hands,

you can give it a lovely form.

 

If the starting is not right

don’t fret over some wrong lines

give them a shape or cover them,

those dark lines with happy colours.

 

If life hands you shades of gray

borrow some colours from your heart

to  make the picture a perfect splendour

every life has shades of gray in its share.

Fallen star

Another idol falls

Proving the truth

He is only human

Not an angel or saint.

 

They gather all around him

To mock, taunt and jeer

Hyenas and vultures

Waiting for his end to come.

 

Forgetting in their arrogance

Human beings stumble

And to stumble one has to walk

Those who do nothing, never fail.

 

The idol will rise up again

Walk tall and in firm steps

All he will have to do is

Brush off the dust from his dress.

The robe

Who dons the robe of God these days?
tormented souls or fortune hunters?
or both of them stay side by side
like butchers keep their animals?

One seeking peace and sweet words
ready to give any thing for them
the other seeking that “any thing”
whatever it is suits them fine.

For a third person its very confusing
one who truly seeks God in robe
to distinguish between these two
for they often reflect each other.

This is why the sages have said I guess
To seek one’s salvation within oneself
No need to wear robe or become a monk
search God within you not in outer world.

Let him be

Let him be
You were not there
When he was toiling
Inching his way to top.

his tired legs dragging
his tired body and mind
Toward his golden gate
You were then sleeping in bed.

Then he reached the gate
Throne was laid out for him
The crown adorned his forehead
You were standing in crowd.

Heart full of jealousy
But your hands clapped.
Then he stumbled and fell
Landed far below you.

You did not helped him up
You laughed and taunted
Prayed in your heart
That he never gets out.

Let him be, you should
For you were not there
To build his throne
You shant dig his grave.

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.

So happy

A poem for my intent angels:

A lonely butterfly lost its way
it was wandering in the desert
with no sight of flowers
no view of shrubs or trees.

It met a high mountain
blocking the vision
part of its heart said
quit fighting give up.

Something inside it said
lets try and see what comes
it flew high, high and higher
and it reached the other side.

Its tiny wings danced with joy
when it was welcomed by a
valley full of flowers and
thousands of tiny, little butterflies.