Hunger

Dressed in white and black badge
Holding red banner with caption sorry
Boys and girls like marched on streets
Screaming for brutal acts done
By so called literates of people
killed him by calling thief
Who was starved in hunger
Silence,over..the protest is over
Now who will remember
Will the culprits be punished
Yes he will be remembered
If no other social incidents
The same day next year.

FIRST SIGHT

                                                                  12.  First sight

On April morn when tender raindrops fall

In the cool breeze of morn

Her lovable eyes with smile

Made his  heart skip a beat.

She greeted with her cute voice

She treated  as a friend known for so long

She melted his heart when she talked

With  an Open heart.

As she entered the gates of his heart

She uttered , will meet again

Has to pick her boy

From Play school.

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.