Wounded love

Every heart that can hold true love
is but once bitten, wounded, hurt
by refusal or failure of the beloved
it shatters the vessel to pieces.

Its just a part of life, cant be changed
we all go through it to season our soul
we cant go on hurting ourselve forever
after a while we have to start loving again.

We just start with God, then ourselves
and then other childrens of God come in
lucky are those who can love their ex flame
even after the separation as a loved friend.

Those who cant, those who have been used
should lay the justice on God and move ahead
no mistake deserves a punishment life long
so fly again broken heart and search for a nest.

Written on 18.04.2009

flame of liberty

A burning flame imprisoned
in a chamber made of steel
created by a cruel despot.
The despot in his blind pride
forgot power and rage of fire
thought he had her under him.
He has conquered her forever
he bolted the chamber and slept.

Alas, after sealing the door
he left, got involved in chasing
other dreams, conquering others.
The chained flame started to shine
her glory melted down the steel.
It cracked open, tethered to pieces.
Her light melted darkness around
the despot returned to see her raging.

distant moon

No don’t let those fingers slip
The way they are clutching yours
Shows a love too much deep
The one you love has never shared
Her feelings with you or cared
Even though you have told her
Atleast one hundred thousand time
May be she will never love you.


I agree you adore the full moon
And an earthen lamp adores you
But just think, the moon is distant
She may never come down to kiss you
the other one is filling up your nights
with her light may be softer and gentler
But more true and reliable than the
Distant, forever, unreachable moon.

If you don’t love her.. let her go

If you don’t love her let her go
let her explore her chances
before it is too late for her
too late to win another love.

Be a little cruel today to her
tell her to move ahead
tell her to search for someone
who will care for her forever.

She may pine for you now
may beg you to think again
but if you don’t love her
make her change her mind.

Tomorrow she will look back
and bless you for all the tears
that you caused her today
when she will bask in her lover’s arm.

But before you ask her to go away
Away from you to be on her own
Just remember the golden words
Love’s direction is usually one.

Tomorrow if you change your mind
you may regret for losing her hand
then it may happen that you beg her
but don’t get the love which you rejected.

White cloud

White fluffy balls of cotton sailing in indigo sky
you look like a mountain covered with snow
shining gloriously in the rays of sun
dazzling the entire heaven with your beauty.

When you are drifting away from the earth
Ignoring its pleas of rain you are white
but when you are kind on her you get dark
dark, ominous and sometimes with thunder.

Does white means the tranquillity which comes
after giving away the last drop of ourselves?
to someone who longs for our love and mercy?
who wont survive until she receives all of us?

Then after that someone smiles from above
on our undying, all giving beautiful love
and fills us up again with cool water drops
to be showered down on our beloved again.

Someone stays invisible to us yet sees us
each and every second with eyes of love
and fills us up with whatever we sacrifice
and makes us completely new once again.

Invisible hand

the pond was serene, the crystal water sparkling
in the morning sun, the fishes were playing
lotus blooming in rising glory of morning sun.
all of a sudden every thing went wrong.

The water got muddy, the fishes disappeared
the pond was no longer holding the sun
in its heart, the water got murky, only the sun
stayed as it was watching it all from the heaven.
Watching through muddy waters, missing calm.

Sit down visitor, wait for a little while
don’t think that it was this way always.
Pause, think and look for the invisible hand
which pelted the stone, destroyed the calm
then ran away without being seen by any one.

May be he did it just for fun, or may be because
his unhappy heart hated the peaceful calm.

golden fairy

Fly again golden fairy
unfold your wings to fly
you folded your wings
and swore to never fly.

May be the skies betrayed you
the wind once failed you
but don’t let that chain you
down to earth, the sky still calls you.

You belong to the sky up above
The earth is only for resting
Resting when you have sailed
For ages against and with the wind.

Learn to tame the winds or let pass
You can win yourself or win them
Nothing is impossible in this earth
Even this word holds possible within.

Fire and light

bright golden flame burning brightly
what do you want to convey silently?
Hands that can nurture can destroy?
Or misuse a boon to turn it in a curse?

When you are dancing in wild glory
You look like a beautiful fairy
Dancing in greatest ecstassy
To ward off fear and darkness away.

But when you are raging in wild fire
Your flames shooting high to sky
Your roar heard from miles away
You make people shiver with fear.

Do you want to tell us that you are
Friend’s friend and foe’s foe?
You are the giver not the play thing
So you demand that honour from us?

If we dare to forget to give you that
You show us your exact power
Make us shake in horror and fear
But once enraged you mercy no more.

life is fire

So you want to know what real life is?
you want the eyes of buddha and christ?
to know all, suffer all and then love all?
you want the wisdom of God’s angel,
do you possess their enlightened soul?
or else this world which is now full of
beautiful feelings will turn into a hell!

Some things should better be left
lying as they are, away from rest
some fires are better far away
like the volcanos and the wild fire;
thunders look small in sky above
we cant tame them or extinguish
all they will cause if we try to play
games with them is deep anguish.

Can you take a plunge in the abyss
of tortured human souls and come out
shining like a pearl? In the deep ocean
of decay where father sells his child
where mother kills her own born to hide
her misdeeds?.Think if you can plunge
into this dark pit of hell and come out
unscathed untainted like persephone.

I have seen so many kind but tender heats
in their desperate desire to help the fallen
with the longing to bring them back again
have slipped in the abyss of pain and decay
lost their own peace and happiness, trying
to bring smile to the lips which has frozen
to drag a person out of ditch it needs a steel grip
to pull someone out of hell’s fire it needs iron hand.

Parents

A little girl pretty as flower
grew up with neglect and scorn
never saw love in her parent’s eyes
nor did she won love from others.

She was the fourth girl child born
after three brothers, three sisters,
abuse, scorn, neglect was her share
in that overcrowded home of nine members.

One day her parents fixed her suitor
everyone was surprised as she was
the youngest of them all and all her
sisters were to be married yet.

She was wedded off to a distant land
which she discovered was a pit of hell
her parents have bargained with her soul
to save them and remaining of their own.

Everytime she heard some one calling
a parent something similar to God
she used to stare vacantly at them
and hide her eyes to hide her tears.

Gone moments

Gone moments are gone forever,
just like water under the bridge.
Once they are gone, over the ledge
of dusk they cant come back ever.

It’s a one way road,
moving only …forward
before taking hasty steps we should
keep this eternal truth in our soul
a damage done is done,
time wont move backward

Before pushing a hand away,
that may come back to haunt us,
before hurting a heart, killing a soul,
making a friend curse, just remember,
gone tomorrow does not comes back
for a prince’s treasure, all the treasure,
all the prayers in this world
we can not make this rule waiver

So, when you are with loved ones,
love them like it’s the last day.
When you are out to give, give it your best
Never wait for another day to give the rest
Because once a day is gone,
its gone, and it just can be the very last

subdued flames

We all get burnt atleast once in lifetime
when fire rages in everything we have
sometimes our own mistake starts it
sometimes fate or another hand starts.

The fire rages through our very core
licking and devouring everything
that falls in its path to the least bit
its scorching flames dry our very being.

Put it out as soon as you can and rebuild.
Blow away the ashes and sprinkle with
the seeds of love, peace and happiness
and nurture them till they cover you again.

But before you scatter your seeds in life
be double sure that you have doused the flame.
Subdued flames have a deadly way of bursting forth
after burning deep down for a long spell of time.

Three levels

I will do any thing, anything at all
I don’t remember the last time
I have eaten a proper, decent meal
I will do any thing for money or meal.

I will do any thing, anything at all
To keep the food on my plate
To keep the fire burning in my hearth.
To keep my family fed and dressed.

I will do any thing, any thing at all
To keep my home well maintained
To keep my family wealthy and well
To move around in the highest tire.

The three levels of compromisation
that leads the way from the pits
of poverty to the pits of corruption
once you start walking you see, its one way!

smiles

Why are those rays of sun fading away
which used to perch on every lip
when they talked, spend times together
pieces of sun called smile and laughter…

They have been replaced by half hearted
smiles, greetings muttered in aloof way
hi, hello, how are you have taken over
those gentle beams of sun rays…

those which used to light up one face
and illuminate ten others around
a surge of warmth spreading from heart
to heart, enveloping each and every one.

Those peals of laughter, those loud guffaws
telling the tales of a warm heart present
these beautiful butterflies flying from one lip
to other need to be brought back, revived.

Who am i?

Who am I? just a child of God like you
Your very own, I too worship the same God
Only in some other form, and just like you
I too pray for food, shelter and clothe for all.

What do I love? In this beautiful world?
Let me think, the smile on a baby’s face
Flowers, gardens, sky, clouds and butterflies
Music, love, friends, any thing with beauty.

My religion? To love every harmless soul
Feel compassion for every living being
Never play God even when I am wronged
Never to hit back unless pushed in corner.

What do I hope? A permanent place in your heart
An entire life of friendship with you
We will fly together forever, in the blue skies

Full of love, peace and harmony everlasting

before

before you say that, “I am too busy for you today”
I will let you know when I am a little free.” Stay!
Think! these might be the last words spoken to him,
You may never see him ever again aft today.

So many times we push away a hand that
Yearns for our touch, craves for our comfort
Thinking we will have enough time tomorrow
To deal with his anguish, pain and sorrow.

Then we become the grieving witness
The bearer of the tremendous shock
of knowing it was a weak, drowning soul
reaching out for a hand to pull him back to shore.

When deprived of that last straw
It slipped forever in the darkness
Leaving our souls scarred forever
For turning our back on a hapless.

No one drowns without a cry for help to people around
So lets be caring enough to hear that silent scream
strong enough to be the healer, the strong, calm,
loving hand reaching out from the steady land.

Nightingale

Once a weary soul was aslumber
under a cool shade, his tired body
was soaking the cool of the tree
shade after a tortuous journey.

His slumber was gently disturbed
By sweet chirping of the birds
Which were resting there just like him
Chatting and chattering away from sun.

All of a sudden his reverie was broken
By the melody most divine
A nightingale started its solitary song
As if by magic all else hushed up.

He laid awake with his eyes closed
Listening to that tiny bird
Pouring its heart out selflessly
Soothing every soul with pure love.

Suddenly the strain was shattered
By a raucous caw, the tiny bird
Flew away hurt and scared by a rogue
The man snapped out of his slumber.

Opened his eyes, saw the tyrant and muttered
in a tone half furious and half amused..
Beauty is placed alike everywhere by God
Some adore it, some possess, and some abuse.

Love knows no chain

Naïve is he who says love is slave of beauty
Ruby lips, ivory skin,doe eyes,golden locks
Love does not depends on fickle flashes
It’s an eternal bliss, uniting souls.

without boundary, chain,binding and rule
Its above all vain pleasures, beauty or wealth
It just washes away two souls as a waterfall
cleanses their souls from any thing but love.

It doesnot stops there, after rinsing
It flows within binding hearts & souls.
In a rhythm divine, which flows like
a tune from heaven above sweet and pure.

It forms a river of their separate lives
forever merging them,through up and down
they move together in love, without separation
Overcoming all anguish, disappointments

Souls

Such a simple sweet word,
but without it our coming
to the earth is meaningless,
life is worthless,
the body is only the covering
around this eternal light,
Our real existence, is
not the outer brilliant petals
but the sweet nectar inside
bodies are just the shells
covering the pearls called souls.

Keep this pearl dazzling white,
that’s how it was given to you
and when you will leave the
shell behind, your real worth
will be judged by the pearl.
The beautiful petals
will wither with time,
and the day you will leave
for final destination,
soul will be the only thing
picked up from within you.

If you think its too tough to
keep this gift spotless white
in this world brewing with
temptation, greed and spite
think of the oysters
who keep it glowing white
facing torture of splashing waves,
deep dark abyss and harsh sand
yet they keep unscathed the pearls

Journey of life

Life is not a dream, it’s a journey.
its more like a boat travelling
in a river than sitting on the bank
to watch the river flow from there.

Its more like a roller coaster ride
than the seat of the operator
We have to go up and down
and stay as much calm as we can.

Its more like tossing and turning
in a turbulent ocean on a boat
than watching that from the shore
and feeling the power of storm.

Don’t expect life to be a plain
chartered, well planned path.
It’s a journey through unknown
you have to take the up and down.

There will be uphill, plain, downhill
There will be storm, rain, silence
There will be laughter, love and tears
There will be question, answer, fears.