On
the edge of the silent stream
In
the melodious noise of silence
Countless
leaves leisurely hang
To
the tunes of wind from stream
The
hollow heart with pleasant mind
Sing
tranquil lyrics in the evening
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 !
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
LIGHT-LIFE
The evening is with vibrant colours
A magical spread of light on clouds
Make the cosmos variously charming!
Life is action refraction and reflection
Of light, of thought, infinite
Hence
Each reflection is novel and precious
Let us enjoy Nature
As per our lens view
and thought’s review!
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!
HOPE
Hope
is light AND
Hope is life AND belief;
Hope is heaven AND divine
Hope is need not greed
River of Hope
A streak
of hope arise like water stream
From high
rocky mountain as dream
The
cascade flow forward in spite of hurdles
I float in
a tiny boat of dreams reaping small
As a river
give life to many along the route
Hope
filled thought provide many ways to fight
My daily
journey on the river of hope
Never ends
but merges with life’s thought
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!
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!
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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
FLIGHT
Flight is my absolute right
Pleasant delight and fight of plight
Always quiet in height and mighty
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, 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, 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 blank look
Like disgusting criminal despite his good work;
A girl offered hundred rupees with thanking looks
He was confounded at the offer and afraid of crooks
She wrote, “I can’t think of dumped like this corpse
What is her crime for being treated as garbage?
People who pollute the resources with clean clothes
Loaded with nefarious thoughts and habits are criminals!
Is it the way to treat a scavenger !
Who put the cloth on to save modesty!!!
Identifying devils in human attire is very difficult
Because we are accustomed to such cult
Expecting safety for women is a miracle!”
Because fear and negative thoughts warps!!!
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 gifts
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!
STATUE OF MAHATMA GANDHI
Political
party leaders and rulers visit
And
garlanded the statue of Mahatma Gandhi
That
stands on in the heart of the town
But not in their selfish showy hearts
Grandeur
and violence pompously danced
Truth
and non-violence are statued!
The
statue also stands as a land mark
As
he stands like an embodiment of virtue
For
the commuters and common people!
When‘Ram’
and ‘Truth’ differently interpreted
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!
Aged
The sun flames yellow sinks gradually in
darkness
Aged people when came out of the unseen
cages
Their eyes shine with remembrances of
lifetime
The unsung melodies of the souls reflect
in the voice
In spite of their awareness of the cruel
world around
They
recapitulate lots of memories charmingly
Though they are marching to the valley
of silence!
