Miles away:

Miles away, miles miles away,
there lived a girl, amidst the hay,
mowing , and turning the land upside down,
she was an innocent girl of small town.

I know she is miles away,
with her memories and thoughts ,there I lay.
all engrossed in charm of those precious moments,
when we laughed,cried and cared for each others sentiments.

I know she is miles away.
But very soon will come that day,
when we will again reunite and rejoice,
distance will no more tear us apart , its suffice.

Sorrow:

Life is a basket full of emotion,
Ups and downs, promotion or demotion.

Easy to handle today or tomorrow,
but hard to confront the feeling of sorrow.

I still remember the hideous day,
when you abruptly moved away.

pathetic, tragic and I looked fragile.
still hoped that you will return , but it was futile.

You never turned back, to look at me.
stone hearted as you are, will always be.

Life is a basket full of emotion,
feeling of sorrow is beyond toleration.

Splendid Sun:

Shinning high in the sky,
away from reach, even birds can't fly that high,

so grand, majestic, radiant and bright,
embellished with rays, fills us with delight.

Day awakes the new zeal within,
with clear lustre and sheer sheen.

Crystal ball so vibrant and glossy,
melts every thing and tries to be bossy.

Proud and egotist as is it's look ,
no one can stare at it ,nor dare to crook.

But all its beauty fades away soon,
with the dusk, as arrives the moon.

My Shadow:
Assertive and adamant as far as I know,
shadows always bother me, where ever I go.

They won't question nor do they answer,
why am I suppose to suffer its torture?

I too want a moment alone on my own,
sometimes being disgruntled I even frown.

Haunting me in every nook and cranny,
never blows apart nor bothers a penny.


How stupid of me I then realized,
shadows are the best companion ,
on whom you can always confide,

Either in grief or in sorrow,
may it be today or tomorrow.

Loitering around with hand in hand,
along the bushes and fantasy land.

My shadow never leaves me alone,
as the seasons grow, so grows its throne,

I saw the brighter side of shadow,
their devotion to the master is worth a bow,

they will always walk beside you,
when you are deserted by all,
they will satisfy and accompany you.


Seldom, thoughts hover onto mine,
however trustworthy and silent shadows are ,

they still leave you alone in the darkest time.
they still leave you alone in the darkest time.

Dedicated to women:

Beautiful and extraordinary, The God's creation,
Sometimes I wonder what makes us a proud nation.

It is because of Woman's dignity and rightful stand,
That we consider India as our motherland.

What is so special about mother ?
which makes her exceptional from other.

She is a statue of love, sacrifice and courage,
strong ,powerful and ready to fight at any age.

From dawn to dusk she is busy in her kitchen,
ignoring her wellness she is always there to listen.

Sometimes she is a wife, promising to care and stand beside,
putting at stake her own needs, always ready to abide.

When she is a daughter, fills the house with her laughter,
son's may turn their back, she cares for her parents even after,

Bearing the responsibility of both the family on her shoulder,
she promises to obey and dedicates her life for their better.

Thus, words are less to describe her quality,
she is a true portrait of god and immense is her beauty.

I pay homage to the women of today,
hoping that the success of women will increase day by day.

Never give up:


Try and try until you succeed ,
never get scared of failure or defeat.
Time has come to recall your deed,
struggling hard is all what you need.


Worthless is the triumph or victory,
with no hardships and endeavor.
Winning losses its charm and importance,
where trying is less or fewer.


so keep on trying and never ever give up,
coz you will always regret and repent.
Thoughts that you never tried hard,
will always haunt you, leaving you to lament.

Racism:

Why do we discriminate?

Of course we all are different ,
Our color ,shape and sizes are variant.

But that is the only peculiar identity,
which is gifted to us by almighty,

Then who are we to question his creation,
why do we discriminate and play with one's emotion.

What if a person is black, and what if a person is white,
what difference it makes if he is of different caste , creed or tribe.

Our color of blood is the same, in spite of different name.

We have white days and black nights,
but they still follow each other with delight.

They don't at all discriminate ,
then who are we to dislike and hate?

Just give a thought to ponder,
our shadows are also black no wonder,

but we both cannot be separated,
Thus end to RACISM is eagerly awaited.