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.

Why my eyes speak more

Why my eyes speak more
When I see you I don't know
Why I cannot hide my thirst
To explore your beauty
When I see you .

I love you more and more
As I see you again and again.
Your attitude your beauty
Attracts me to you more.
And more your character
That binds me to you
To be with you ever.

 I respect you more and more
For how you were brought up
For what you are; and  that makes me
To attract to you again and again.

Life

Humor is the salt of life
Whoose absence make bitter life
In prime we add colors to life
By having parents and friends
That bind our lives with joy
Who even shares our sorrow.

Life really is boredom when
You cut your relations
One and one by your ego.
Love in right time
Makes your life merrier
On whoose absence
You become worrier
In life we must be warrior
And for it a cup of humor
Is better than even a drop
Of hatred and ego.

Why I gazed at you

When I felt down
When I felt alone
I saw in you charm
Your joy made me smile
And I knew who
I was missing all the time .

When I suffered loneliness
Your words offered me
Happiness within.
And its happiness increase
Whenever I felt your presence.

Father

He is the sun in the family
In whoose absence calm moon
Is forced to guide childrens
Of the family alone.

He is the reflection of society
And becomes rude and tough at times
And so child feels tenderness and shelter
From the lovable mother more.

He is the financer of the family.
Who says money is nothing
 I was forced to receive money
From relatives  and nearby
When I lost my father before
I was nine, even though
I did not like the burden
Of obligation  for someone.

Jobless Jones

Do you know Jones?
May be you have seen him in many
In thirty still he remain jobless
But his skill increased day by day
But it was scattered for he knew not
For what he was efficient
In his life he came across
Many small truths as he pass through his failure
When he was not sure to go abroad
He found abroad offers many
And just cursed him for not accepting offers
But when he  was prepared
Nobody asked him nor proposed job offer
He saw pretty girls in his youthful time
But as he was not sure about his job
He never proposed any
Some considered him proud some shy
But he knew what was the reason
For he was busy in  thinking to make money
In all interviews he failed for he was sincere
In his opinion but they found it as lack of confidence
If by chance he got selected job offered only a little salary
He had read many great men's life, in his prime
But all found no help when he was struggling
Some said  go to hospital you find unlucky guys
Who have lost one eye,hand or foot
In their twenty or thirties and so happy for what you have
But Jones thought what about guys who sit in rolling chairs
In company with computer and get cheques at start of month
Who live in world with joy and pride.
He was demanded to work at  home or for near ones
Which he didn't like to do on his own
So whatever he did he did not find happiness
In himself and he found his life moving slowly
He was called introvert but he was forced
To be at home for he was jobless.
A time will come Jones ever reminded himself
To treat in same way as others treated him
He knew now many small lessons through his experience
That what matters most in life his money
For he like the add something he had heard
 "Money is nothing,but make sure
You have enough bank balance".
Then from experience he learnt many
If you have a dream, have an aim
Try and achieve it than sharing others
About your dreams before.
Your decision good or bad
You are the only one who can be happy
Or have to suffer for your decision.
If you had suffered a lot for your failure
Be happy for in your success you don't share
Any others for the reason of your success.
We are always ready to read the life of great men
But what maters most is what you have learnt
Through your experience while struggling.

Unpredictable

How many days have passed
Just gazing at you,your moves and gesture
Your joy and sorrow reflected in me
As I watched you restlessly.
On roadside,in busy streets
I watched you among crowds
But now was it a mere waste
I do think when we were made fools

How many quarrels where heard
Just in name of you,for who will win.
But it was all silly stuff I think
When we know the real game
Have been played behind the field.
The game is unpredictable but
Now we know sometimes
The game is predicted before hours
Even when the game is unpredictable
For the spectators .
The game has lost its charm and its time
To better play in ground with friends
For fun keeping our innocence live
Than to just watch and waste our time.

Voice for helpless

She saw the world through her eyes
But she saw what her parents showed
For her foot was not enough for run or crawl
It was just months that she opened her eyes.

Her soft tender hands hold her mother's hands
Who had kept her safe for nine months
Who ever she can trust more than her mother
But years after, when her life changed all in a sudden.

He is respected who wait in corridor or at the gates
When she writes her exam to brighten her future.
But how brutal is he who waits at the corridor
When  she is given to rape by someone
For just few bags of money.

In just ten or more years imprisonment can his crime
Be forgotten shouldn't he be punished more.
Is that for he cared her so long
How pity is to have father like him.

Shouldn't he punished more who can't hear
His daughter's cry.  What should I call him
Who has lost all his senses.
It highlights only one incident of many.

Grand fathers are those who tell their grandchildren
Stories which lead them to do good in life.
But some of their acts sometimes even medias
Can't describe, the culture has lost.

Fathers,grandfathers ,young men all seem
To have been listed in such acts
Which through medias we have known
In recent months more than any .

Rape,murders are increasing day by day
Culture is doming day by day
When the world is trying to advance.
Why man is losing its gentleness?
Why they fail to see them
As sisters, mothers or daughters.