Night

The night is so calm
A time to rest for all
Even robbers are so silent
It doesn't disturbs the lord
Where they work in the night.

The night is so cool
A perfect time for couples
To engage in romance
Moon so lucky who peeps
Yet remains silent all the night.

Why some men fears night at home
The howling of foxes, barking dogs
Sometimes are just companions
Breaking the silence of night, and feel
Their presence for sleepless mind.

An old woman

She is rude remarking bad words
They say, but when she fell
She gets help from anyone nearby
For all know what makes her to behave
Rudely with everyone around.

She is alone lost her man ten years  back
Left her son abroad,she doesn't remember when,
For he visits attimes and remain for weeks two or three
And she lives her life alone talking to her own flowers
Or lives in her own past good memories.

She has learned how to deal with fox
In her own prime life when she was alone.
How to keep her safe from the night eyes
Who wander for the thirst of their desires.
She has learned how to be alone with no regrets.

Her life made her strong and attimes heartless
For her struggle being alone made her to behave so.
Gazing at the stars in dawn she said all her sorrow
So is the life of many old woman who have to live
Their life keeping their agony with themselves.

An awakening

Death is an awakening
For all actions we do
Are just visions, we
See from our own higherself.

Our silly hopes and actions
Becomes memory and fades
Just as we forget our dreams
As we open our eyes in morn.

We are watched I feel
By our own higherself
And when we get that realization
We try to make our deeds
As true and pure as we can.

The realization of the God within
Will only help yourself
To awaken your consiousness
From the dreamy material world.

Rain

She touched my hand
I felt it in my heart
And I danced with her
As I felt her tenderness.

She danced with rythum
And her fragnance
Made my mind filled
With some spiritual essence.

She brought in me
My lost innocence.
I rowed my paperboat
Whenever she comes.

But it brought in me
Tears at times
When she became fierce
And wiped the lives of men.

Disasters

As a dreadful vistor it arrives

In disguise forms and wipes

The hopes and dreams 

In a fraction of second.

Some loose their loved ones

Some loose their home

Some have to live their rest 

Being impaired for entire life.

A man who lived with pride,

And egocentric just have 

To bow his head being nothing

When she arrives heartlessly

Just to swallow all  happiness.

It sometimes happens only as reflection

For how we dealt in our past

For our own gain , to our mother earth

That we have to pay more loss.

Her

What makes one to adore her

Is how she binds all her relations

In her calm way and it is what makes

Her special , a complete woman.

Her calm attitude makes her beloved

Her naughtiness makes her bubly daughter

Her maturity makes her so displined

To see the world outside.

When she bows her head towards her man

To tie the knot and begin new relation

How calmly she forgets all her friends

Who adore her and flew like beetles once.

She makes the one who adore her

And she liked as brother and others

As friends in her prime youth life.

And tries to keep till the end.

Some may hate her in attitude

But she is always respected

In one role till the end of life

And adore by all as mother.

Miss you ...

Twenty three years have  passed
And still I miss you more..
I have never seen affection in you
As I had seen in my mom
But still dad I miss you more.

I didn't missed you much
In my younger days
For you was with me for only eight years
In those years I would have slept
When you would have come
And you would have gone
Before I opened my eyes in morn.
I saw you in sundays or holidays
But now I miss you for many reasons.

I realize your struggle to earn,
Made you to live as you lived.
Earning money had been synonym
To your love towards us.
And to this day it is your earnings
That make us to live without bowing our head.