Something

September 21st

All seem to be strange in a while
As if living in a strange world
Failing to recollect all that he learned
All once friendly seem to him strange.

If bliss is childhood and old age a return
With loss of memory, its a bitter experience
Where he learns nothing but living in unknown
In an unknown way for the rest of life.

In a busy schedule of life, lost in a way
Where he needs a helping hand
For all the daily chores of day
Being alone in a  big world, losing himself.


Before our future moves to that destination
Let us lend our helping hands for them
Sharing care and love, not leaving them alone
Being weird in the land where caring hearts still remain.

In war

Across the sky somewhere there is heaven

And underneath earth, hell remain.

Heard many times in bed time stories 

That made our  night filled with dreams.

But when some lost their own

Before their wide eyes open 

Before they see our world

Wont they feel real hell here.

Where they sniff blood 

And here missile sounds

And cry  for lost ones

And all shiver with fright.

War ends peace  forever

 By injecting seeds of hatred

In innocent babe's who

Loose their dear ones.

And begin a never ending tale

Of war even in coming generation.

War never brings justice

But a heap of  sorrow and hatred.

If there is heaven why hell remain
Will hatred remain if entire race
Blossom in their heart love and peace
 If all kept their flame of innocence alive.

Read her eyes

She smiled and hid her tears
In her silence she hid her fears
In her anger she hid her love
Still he read through her eyes.

He is her man who read her eyes
He is her prince who win her heart.
He wins her who she laughs with
He loses who she laughs at.

He holds her who cares her
Helps her when she is in need
Whom she can hug tight
When she feels in grief.

Dad

He kissed  every night when she slept

In morning he waved his hand

And with hugs he parted with her

To the daily routine work.

All her wishes were fulfilled 

From time to time with pleasure

He kept his dreams aside

To fulfill all her wishes.

He saw tears in her eyes

Just when he scolded

To make her bold 

And never again .

It makes him a man

It makes him her father

When he hold all the pressure

On his shoulder.

Into My home

She came into my home
As she stepped her right foot
In front of corridor with smile
She became my princess
The daughter of my mother
Sister of my cousin bro's.

I welcome her into my room
A bed filled with jasmine
And she sat beside me
And chat with me for long hours.

To transform my solitude
Into days and years of joy
Being my better half,
Sharing all joys and sorrows.
Oh! when will that day arrive.
Eagerly waiting for the day.

A narrow road of melancholy

I want someone on whose arms I rest
And share all the griefs and sorrows
A man just like a god father
On whose arms I feel myself safe.

But then I have grown up, I know
For someone is wanting to rest
On my arms in same manner
And so I know I have to manage myself.

The road I travel now is narrow
Filled with grief and  sorrow
Where I am alone and find all
I know treat now me as stranger.

How long I should travel alone
And spent my melancholy hours.
Will it brighten my day after passing
This narrow road or just learn
How to tackle with it every time
As it comes nearby in my life.

In my struggle

Every thing is beautiful from a distance
With no tie ups and bondage though others
Expect from you , when you are happy
But never expect them in your sadness.

Silence of people who you trusted
In times you need, make you realize
To view the world in a different angle
And to treat and weigh them in lesser way.

Money like magnet you attract
For it only drives you to great heights
Though many may misguide its not like that
People who never lacked it in all their life.

When you need someone for anything
Help or love you know for certain
That you will have to bow or make more
Sacrifices than help they offer.

So be in mind ever to be self sufficient
To be as alert as you can
As fast as you can in life for
Its hard to be in struggle ever.

Whenever a capitalist rises
Hundreds of communist are born
For money falls on who mange
Than people who drive wheel to progress.

Golden shower

Like a lady dressed in yellow
She looks so beautiful
Before April has arrived.
She glows  as rays kisses her
She is an oasis in the warm weather
As wind blows slowly she showers
And makes  mother earth
A bed filled with yellow flowers.

Time

1

Time , it moves in its gentle pace

The seeds of dream scatters in withered mind

Dreams buds and  hopes are born.

Before time arrives to blossom our desires.

In the flight of dreams

One flies in vast lands with hope

As time reaches in its prime

Dreams sometimes remain unfulfilled.

Dreams buds in our heart to win

And make every eve of future splendid

When everyone cheers with our happiness

And life find no way to disappoint.

Dreams that fragrant like a bunch of rose

May loose its fragrance and may pricked with thorns

If it takes more hours to win over dreams

For every minute counts and so kiss success in shortest time.                                            16

2

The sweetest time are those which makes memorable

And its our childhood that remains ever laminated

In our mind, the days of innocence

A stage of carefree without any burden of life.

It feels as most secured time

Bonded with love and hugging her tight

Mother, in childhood days

Still many miss that hug as time pass.

Resting on lap of mother

Is the cutest thing ever

When we share our deepest  desire

Or just sleep without fear.

The spirit and joy of younger days

Reach its zenith on the days of school

Breeds of all sort where all are friends

With no barriers in heart.                                                                                                   32                                                                                                                   

3

Spring begins on one’s youthful time

When love buds in our heart

World is visioned in a new way

When everyone seems to be nice.

Beauty it glows more in youth

Time may fade our beauty

But  if our inner self shines

It makes one beautiful forever.

In love time seems  to spent in seconds

Being with some one you care

Being with someone you love

Live an entire life in short span of time.

Love it begins when you tie the knot

With whom you care the most

With whom you love the most

Let it flourish as time pass.                                                                                                                                        

Or a  time may come when

Eyes can’t hide its lust

When genes whisper the instincts

To bind with someone beyond love.                                                                               52                                                                                                                                                                                                                

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Time never heals wound

Wound that hurts our heart and mind

It remains till you left off with rage

And make peace with mind.

Who believes time heals wound

Just pacifies life in every instance

Are just persons who escapes

 And find miseries in other life.

Time it makes the weak,stronger

And stronger, weak as time moves on

And conflict between him and father begins

And so is the life of human race.

Its holy time when the sun sets

And greet the stars and moon

Keeping lamps on the corridors of home

A time to pray to the lord.

A spiritual essence fills everywhere

A time to remember our past deeds

A time to forgive and hope for better

A time to vision world in a better way.                                                                             72

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Time, it perishes all

For everyone has a fixed time

To be alive in this world

We never know for sure

When our heart stop to beat.

The deepest pain comes when

We have to say bye to someone

Who had been in our life

For a greater period of time.

Death is like a wind

That blows the light of life

In a sudden no matter

What you did to this world

Or what you left to do tomorrow.

Time is made by men to measure

It has its own role in the drama of life.                                                                            88