HANGING DEW
A chain of tiny dew drops
On the hanging cob-webs
Knowing their sure flop
Charmingly shine in morn
Like the brave warriors of nation
It is a silent way of devotion

Silent service to nation

India

Integrity with independence  

Neutrality with nationalism

Democracy with development

Incessant efforts to rise high with 

Assertiveness as a nation with diversity!

election amusement

Synthetic flags of political parties bloom

Like flowers on roads and buildings!

Hoardings stand as trouble makers

Campaigners followed by workers and

 Loudspeakers roar like demons

With mesmerizing zilch promises

People drenched in colours dance

Cause traffic jam in the political play

That is the election amusement on roads!

GEN-S

“Of Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit

Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste

Brought Death into the World, and all our woe”,

Beginning lines of John Milton’s Paradise Lost(1647)

‘Of Man’s feigned thought gave birth to multitude of things;

Whose mortal effect brought disease to body and mind!!

And all our woes! Yet we are in the trap of appeasing AI’

Unattended words of many Nature lovers of present day

Now

The big question is how to regain the paradise, the Nature!

Those who roam in virtual world, eating junk-food,

 Sending spam mails, creating AI slops, enjoying plastics,

 and emitting pollutants, are named as GEN-S,

Generation of Satan, the embodiment of sin. (NOT SUPREME as they assume)

(GEN-Z named senior citizens as Gen-S )

MEANDERING RIVER

The lapping waters of this holy river moves forever

With curves but with divine splendour and vigour

It gives life; strife and also belief, without grief

My thoughts and acts flow with this flow for life   

The river moves ever forward, never backward

Though unseen hurdles and dangers are onward

With heavy downpour it rushes with gush violently

Carry many a things that come across on way, silently

The hidden power is unbelievable 

When the flow recedes, silt is deposited

Splits the flow exposing sand in between

Each pool glisten charmingly to light’s tunes

Movement is life, stillness is death, kills silently

Journey of Life moves in diverse paces incessantly

The flow of my thoughts, depth of actions

Are far from my exterior charm of reactions

When I am meandering it is due to pain-

Of natural or artificial impediments!

Continuous force of flow beat the hurdles

The flow may be split or move in another way

Carrying the broken pieces of rock for sowing life

But never end my journey till I reach my destiny

My treasures or impurities may be exposed

But the secrets of depths are unconquered!

Giving, taking, carrying, depositing,

 Cleaning, fighting, modifying is part of life

For my thoughts and life always

Flow with this beautiful divine river!

I learn to bend or mend to survive sometimes

Like a meandering river! To run forever!

With unconquered zeal till I reach the goal!

Gains or losses are common, but flow is life!

Logs

A tiny seed trapped in the rock crevice

Germinated to show the potency in practice

With strong deep roots and spreading shoots

Swings with pride with characteristic might

The identity is uprooted by Nature’s fury

The ego is rolled down by furious stream

The appendages are lost in the journey

The strong soul like hard wood rested at shore

Life is not firm or defined

But a stream of irreversible changes

Doesn’t know when and where, how it ends!!   

JAI HIND

The gushing tides of Indian Ocean

Sounds and resounds as JAI HIND

Our culture is majestic as ocean

Divesity is the strength of nation

Our bonds are valuable as treasures

Our Rivers, Mountains, Forests

Originating places of civilization

Our aims are as great as Himalayas

Our problems are tides of ocean

Our grace shines like divine blue

Millions of voices unite to say

JAI HIND, JAI HIND, JAI HIND!  

STATUE OF MAHATMA GANDHI

The statue of Mahatma Gandhi is decorated  

With pomposity of garlands by many

To show their might before masses;

Not their faith in noble values he followed!

Corruption, intoxication, violence, falsification

In the form of political game in his name

Made the statue cracked like his heart!

Though cracks are covered with flowers

They hurt severely than any criminal’s bullet

As truth and non-violence are solidified!

The statue also stands as a land mark

For the vendors, visitors and passengers!

But not as a great leader of the Nation

Who lead the masses with simplicity and

Nonviolence as marks in his journey

 

It may not be too long to forget Gandhi;

As many noble values and materials

Are archived in the evolutionary digital world

Statues became tourist attractions

They just exhibit the past connections!

Where ‘Ram’ and ‘Truth’ differently interpreted!! 

That may hurt many, but a truth  in Gen Z

FALLEN QUILLS

In a world of selfish souls, with unknown inconvenience

I listened to the prayer songs of men and chirps of birds

Fallen quills floated in the breeze, to spell their pained prayer 

“Human beings learn to fly like us in search of Heavens

With need or greed!! The pollutants ignite the flames of death

Trees are cut off, towers are built, high voltage wires connected

Waters are poisoned; air is polluted, we lost all our mirth  

Our rhythm, melodies and colours are lost, terror is sown

With great flying machines we lost our holy heaven

From tiny sparrows to divine Hawks, never returned

To the nests on Earth, once they tasted the offerings,

Oh, my lord! Hari! Chakra pani! Garuda vahana!

Cut off the ugly heads of cruel humans, protect us

We never ask for riches, or power to rule, or fame

Except a place to live in peacefully for you are –

The creator of universe, worshipped by humans”

Quills look like tears and heavy and sharp like arrows

I am ashamed! Grieved with helplessness!

EVENING HUES

My thoughts and fancies bloom like tiny fragrant flowers
With beauty of truth and aroma of wisdom and spirituality
Though charming with colours they are very short lived
I gather and sting them into a garland to offer Almighty
The Sun the waters the air the sky and clouds
Reveal the presence of God silently and clearly
My garlands of exalted thoughts and pious acts are
Hence offered before they fade and fell to disappear!

modern life

Synthetic flags and hoardings surpass greenery

The howling automobiles kill without pity

The social media engulf innocent brains

Crimes flooded silently, inflict many pains!

It is a game of the crude political assault!

Innocent suffer heat of incessant fights

We count numbers of great achievements

Poetic tunes lost natural humour and colour!

Let us march with hope to sustain our spirit

Our task is to fight with foes in friendly mask!

Journey

Life is an unending journey from womb to tomb,
All the tiny travels in between make a big journey
Each journey is distinctive and different in form

Each travel gathered some dust of experiences;
That served as cementing matter to build a road!
Though each trip is planned with care
Expedition to the divine mountains
Is a great experience to share?
I tread the unknown land with known purpose!
There are no built in roads or sign boards 
No traces of foot prints to know the way
I should move like a bird in the sky
 No vehicle or animal to carry me
But Almighty in my heart drives me!
The luggage on my back turn heavy to tread
Like my bondings that may or may not be a need
But education equipped me with many capabilities!
I never lost my intelectual abilities!
Few encountered like teachers and friends
With useful advises and a helping hand
Few irritate like barking dogs and lethal insects

A large number, ignore and slither away from back door;
Many queries emerge like unknown paths
The deep valleys and steep peaks are hazardous
Like the open mouths of devouring demons,
Ready to engulf if slipped, like bad habits;
I plodded up the perilous peaks with helping men
With simple words of gratitude after each climb;
I wonder when men with mundane desires
Lie down before the renounced saints 
To get their blessings for prosperity 
How a renounced shower riches 
Why a renounced teach of bonds? 
when they renounced of all bonds
Or, are they disgusted of the salvation?
Why a bonded wanted to renounce?
Many unanswerable questions
Like many unknown routes!
The travel is unending, unbelievable
Incredible; inexplicable with innumerable
Pains and gains! Impossible to analyze!
But when I realize
The land and sky; air and water are similar
Diversity lies in our thoughts
Each item on my back turns unnecessary
Like my attachments and interests
I began to drop one by one
To become lighter and delighted;
The idiotic greedy picked the dropped
Get infirm and depressed beyond recoup;
I returned to the base unknowingly
With empty hands and lots of experiences
Now
I am on a final voyage to unknown lands
With empty valet and delighted soul 
Leaving the tiny mote for others
And elemental body to five elements!

 DIVINE HIGH
Let us fly! Let us fly to divine high
 To drench in showers of golden sky
 The roads laid by men are damageable  
 But our path is divine, truly enjoyable
Mother Nature is our treasure
We are pure and purity is our culture
We are divine in thought and act!
Hence we move on divine heights ! 

 HOPE

Hope is light AND might

Hope is life AND belief;
Hope is heaven AND divine
Hope is need not greed

Nutrition
An autotroph in self respect
A saprophyte over failures
A predator when angry and hungry
A parasite for many needs
A symbiont in opportunity
An omnivore in adversity
The organism is a man!

HIMALAYAS

When I gazed at the high peaks

 Dressed in pure white snow looks

Like a goddess with majestic smile

The mind sings tunes of pure joy

The deep valleys in between

Intrigued by unending blue sky

Like the unknown teasing thought

To deal with ever unknowable!

Colours

Life is a charming amalgamation of colours
Divine beauty and tranquillity are painted 

In the universe in diverse forms

But poignant shadows follow the life boat of altruism
If we introspect the course of journey deeply!

Please look above for divine colours not for shadows

 WEAVER

The rhythmic music of weavers loom resounds
In my beautiful sarry with golden motifs

Bundles of soft colourful threads in small house
Weaved to make all dress needs to shrouds
Our National Flags exhibits the skill of weavers

They weave the threads with hopes and dreams
On the old wooden loom with care in variety of designs
But gloom is piled up like unsold stalks
Life is full of designs with hungry seams  
As globalization of synthetics dyed

The lives of weaves they die of hunger!
We boast of Hand looms weaver’s skills

But the farmer and weaver are derided
Let us protect them to preserve our culture!

The tunes of the evening hues

The Sun sunk gently and silently
Leaving dull hues in the gloaming
Memories are looming like a painting

The colours paint a sketch pleasantly
The silent tunes of the evening invite
A tiny friend VENUS to enjoy the art
But many stars follow her as myriad
Then the charm of gloam is lost in dark!

River of Hope

A streak of hope arise like a water stream

On the high rocky mountains with a gleam

The cascade flow forward in spite of hurdles

In the great flow happiness reflects like light

The incessant flow provide many ways to fight

My daily journey on this river of hope is a necessity

It never ends but merges with universal posterity  

FIRE
If you have fire
You can realize the desire
If you have spark
You can create your own mark
If you have faith
You will get the strength
If you are optimistic
You will be always fantastic!

RAIN DROP

Tiny drops of rain slowly begin to flop

Like lovely angels from heaven;

The shining, spherical, transparent drop

A precious and pleasant divine weapon;

A drop fell on the beautiful flower

The fragrant flower secreted the nectar,

Another drop landed on the soil

Pleasant odour emitted without toil;

 One more tumbled on the head

It broke the dormant thoughts in my mind,

Few drops dripped my nimble palm

Modified as ink in my humble pen;

As more drops want to explore the beauties on earth

Pushed each other and fell like myriad of crowds in mirth

Gradually the individual identity is dumped in ashes

The tiny beauties turned into roaring masses!

I wish to be remembered like single rain drop

That germinates mirth or misery as the crop

And sinks like nectar into the thoughts and hearts

Although nothing to offer for all thy love imparts!

Sky
 As I look at the vast blue sky
The power of Almighty is known by the Sun
The unparallel charm of Nature by moon
The raining clouds are vouchsafing nature
So the sky is my inspiration and destination!

AIM

Dream hopefully 
Observe quietly
Open the wings silently
Fly with jet velocity
Glide in the sky freely
Struck the aim violently
Enjoy the result appreciably

FLIGHT2

The mind is fresh and free to fly high
To enjoy the beauty of morning hues
Those who can’t fly observe my shadow
In the stream to hunt in whatever method
But who can rise enjoy the colours of wings
To swing in the holy cradle of universe!

FLIGHT

Flight is my absolute right
Pleasant delight and fight of plight
Always quiet in height with might
Light weight and potent thought
Made me independent and buoyant 

NAKED QUERY

Under the serene blue sky, in a muddy water pool
A naked female corpse floats like words of a fool
A flock of black birds wheeled above like the crimes
Myriads of insects smelled, licked and bit many times;

 

This corpse with an unnatural end is challenging-
The values of the people and rulers of nation;
The angels guarding this land peeping from the heaven
Might have sent these insects and birds for cleaning;

 

 A poor old man in dirty clothes with innocent looks
Reached the pool on viewing the noisy crooks
He pulled the corpse out of mud for no returns
And covered a dirty towel on it, with no mourns;

 

A constable and few men who couldn’t relish
Asked him to move away for his foul smell
He stood bending his head aloof with a blank look
Like disgusting person despite his good work;

 

A girl in the crowd offered hundred rupees with thanking looks
He was confounded at the offer and afraid of police and crooks
She said, " this is to buy a new towel"
After reaching home she wrote in the book  

 

                  “I can’t think of dumped like this corpse

Fear and negative thoughts warps my mind

                  What is her crime for being treated as garbage?

Is it the way to treat a scavenger who cleanses our dirt
Who put the cloth on the body to save modesty!!! 

People who pollute the resources with clean clothes
Loaded with nefarious thoughts and habits are criminals!

Identifying devils in human attire is very difficult
Expecting safety for women is a miracle!”

Because we are moving amidst masked criminals !!!

                  when water is polluted with garbage it is unfit to consume 
                 When money pollutes  ruling power with selfishness, then

                 Safetey, modesty, justice and peace are ripped off
                 For their beastly joy, and thus killed many innocent!

                  And finally the Nation is crippled!

                     

NECKLACE OF JEQUIRITY

The girl with water filled plastic pot on shoulder

Walks slowly with care to cross the boulder

She hums folk tunes to forget the pain of life

Where poverty and ignorance were rife

 

The cart driver with a load of sugarcane

Followed the girl, with songs insane,

He begged for some water to quench his thirst

She stopped to help, as emotions are on burst;

 

The girl was fascinated and wooed by his words

She innocently followed him to the thorny thickets,

He decorated her with a necklace of Jequirity,

Entangled her with beastly lust like a serpent;

 

The girl fell like a bead as the necklace is broken,

The immorality, lechery nature was outspoken

The man like black spotted seed with poison

Mutilated the girl and left her like bleeding bagasse! 

Democracy

In the magnificent stream of democracy
Value of Rights and responsibilities shine
On the surface like reflection of sunlight
The depth of the stream or
The strength of a dream is not known
Politicians fling a net of promises
To trap them to gain power to rule
Ratio of persistence and resistance
Count the sustenance of this fishing    
 Voters are counted or listed by parties
For success depends on counts not thoughts
It should be known voters are not mute fish
When they determined to nullify selfish wish
The vote is used as powerful weapon
To realize their dreams and achieve goals!

DROUGHT

The farmer stands in the cracked soil
His heart is aching with mental turmoil
The half-starved cattle is looking for grass
People are searching for water sources en masse!
The dreams of rains and grains frozen in veins
The soil is dried from the bottom, misery reins
The air is blowing like furnace fire,
The clouds ran away fearing the sun’s ire
Beads of sweat broke out like rain
His working energies are in strain
Yet fighting like a soldier in the battle
He drove away the sullen cattle
As the water mines are emptied
The tiny life is mercilessly killed
The Mother Nature is grimaced, 
Wearied children of soil embraced
Death, as the life liquid is exhausted
Let us join hands to conserve water
To save precious lives of the soil!  

NATURE

The wild flowers in multitude of colours
Grow freely dance with grace with wild winds
The far away mountains accentuate the beauty
The winds wrinkle with feathers is in wild delight
Tiny white clouds move like angels in the sky
It is pious place where mind blooms pleasantness
Let me experience the fragrance of winds,
Beauty of colours to define divinity of Nature!

Rain

The rain is pouring down incessantly like my thoughts
The wings are wet with raindrops to hinder the flight
The dirt is washed out without strife from wings
My heart is light and sacredly happy and sings    
I fly like a water drop from the ocean to Heaven
Looking down the land of pleasures and pains
I run down to make you happy! My journey is circular!
Between raising ocean to falling Heavens!