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.

Rain Drops:

There I lay all dull and sad,
deepen with anger and turning mad,

Outrageous thoughts repelling and engrossing,
there i lay fighting with my inner soul ,swaying and tossing,

Unaware and reluctant to the wind outside,
where weather has secretly bloomed to confide.

Then heard the Clouds thundering and rumbling ,
barren lands started roaring and yearning ,
impatiently waiting for a gentle touch,
Birds swinging in branches and rabbits emerged out of hutch.

Flower's smile revealed the mischief beneath.
Suddenly amidst the clouds, poured rain ,
washing away the warmth and heat.

Tiny tinkling droplet no less than pearl,
setting upon the buds and leaf's furl.

Clear and transparent ,glazing in the twilight,
it's gentle touch oozed away pain with all its might.

I stand all drenched in rain,
as resisting its charm was in vain,

Thrilled and excited as rain has enchanted a magic spell,
repulsion and sorrow feelings had no more place to dwell .

Rain shower a new and fresh feeling within,
body soaked with joy together with a slight sheen.

Poverty:
Poverty is a curse,
with empty and torn purse.
All misery and disease,
with nothing left to lease.

Hunger and thirst follows then,
with nothing to loose ,helpless is the men.

Hell becomes the life,
of men ,kids and wife.

cruelty on the innocents ,
gives birth to strife.

Having both ends meet,
becomes very tough indeed.
Pitiful is the plight,
with sleepless and restless night.

Rich becoming more rich,
and poor submerging into the ditch.
this is a deep and never ending gap ,
which no one can ever stitch.

Lets we all come together,
and give them some feather.
So that poor can also fly,
lets hear their cry.

Where there is will there is a way,
lets make for poor a new and beautiful day.
Take a minute ,just to think,
before it is late and all gets sink.

When we eat food,
we throw away the remain,
But never care for poor.
who yearns for a bite to obtain.

We feed our pets ,
with biscuits and bone,
But never bother for the poor,
Our heart has turned to stone.

Lets join hands together,
to root out the poverty,
never hate the poor ,
they are a part of society.


Plight Of Poor...

Shabby clothes and pale look,
satisfying his hunger by hook or crook,
filthy appearance and bare foot,
totally in rags and broken tooth.
This is how a poor looks.


Whenever I see a homeless beggar,
who is all and all in tatter.
Begging with both arms extended,
when everybody is indulged in chatter.


Tries to gain attention,
by showing his misery or depression.
Sometimes blinds himself fiercely,
due to compulsion or obsession.


I cannot hold myself from thinking,
the plight of poor is beyond sinking.
Poverty is indeed a curse,
a punishment of sufferings ,
without a penny in the purse .

Color:

Sing along sing along,
colorful is the Earth to which we belong.
Red, Blue, Green the list is long,
Sing along sing along.

Red color denotes love,heat and passion,
Blue shows strong and peaceful emotion.
Purple is the outcome to which creativity belong,
sing along sing along.

Color brings happiness and joy in life,
To overcome dullness , conflict or strife,
Wear the color which suits you most,
Mood will swing and you will fight no long,
sing along sing along.

Color makes everything beautiful and bright,
Fills our soul with great delight.
Red , Blue, Green , the list is long,
sing along sing along.

Music in nature,

Shinning sky , twinkling star,
we often feel , they are not so far.

Raising hands in hope to touch,
jumping high for a hold or clutch.

Howling winds suddenly passes by,
harmonious melody then sustains there by,

Owl comes hooting, as a king of night,
chirping birds sings, sometimes fight.

Thundering clouds and humming bees,
adds to the beauty, which every one sees.

Morning awakes the trees and ocean,
rustling and splashing sound depicts some emotions.

Bubbles in stream is like pearl in the shell,
As the night approaches ,
insects and frogs play their part very well.

Nature's music relaxes our soul ,
and energize the body to achieve our goal.

In my dreams:


Flying high in the sky with a song to sing,
I dream of becoming a swift bird , flocking its wings.

In my dream , sometimes i am a kite,
making way through obstacles and ready to fight.

Sometimes I am a butterfly, colorful and bright,
I dream of becoming rich and famous , spreading around light.

Blooming shyly and emitting fragrance all over,
I dream of becoming an immaculate and graceful flower .

Everybody has a dream,and try hard and hard to gain self-esteem.
How beautiful this world would seem ,
if we could fulfill all our fantasies and dreams.

Music in nature !!

We are blessed with a beautiful surrounding which we call NATURE. Have you ever thought that there is music in the nature?

Music , the first thing that comes to mind is its pleasant and harmonious sound which drenches entire body and soul with its enchantment. “Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” there are hundreds of songs written on the beauty of nature.

Nature plays an important role in evolution and advancement of music. The thundering sound of cloud, wind howling, sea breezing, they all are some kind of music in its own original form. Soothing rhythm produced by birds chirping, trees rustling, stream bubbling ,rain tinkling add charm and charisma of their own in the surrounding and heals the pain of all.


Music has showed us the path to express our feelings without language. For an artist who tries to reflect different aspects of life , what can be the more better place than under the shelter of nature, surrounded by green grasses , trees loaded and flooded with flowers and buds, cooing and whistling of birds and insects.


But with frequency they are suffering it is obvious that a day will come when we will be longing for solitude and peace of mind, to breathe in fresh air and to play with animals but nothing will be around. So , before it gets too late and we get deprived of the nature's music save the surrounding.

Expression of thoughts !!

Deep inside my heart:

When birds sing and clouds thunder,
My heart beats for you no wonder,

I assure you I wont depart,
because you are always there , deep inside my heart.

When your charm and touch fascinates me more,
all pains and sorrows are gone as they were never before,

But there is always a fear of being apart,
because you are always there deep inside my heart.

Deep inside my heart , there is so much to hold,
feeling of happiness and joy of being in love
together with fear of getting old,

I know the day will come,
when we will walk together and fight seldom.

Our story will be inspiration for all,
who thinks that in love there is always a fall.

Hope:
Never give up hope, for there will be a day,
when people won't fight and quarrel all the way.

There won't be any tears and fear of crime,
wounds will be healed , that too in time.

When peace will prevail and no outbreak of war,
people will be free to move near and far.

With no mark of poverty, and people becoming rich.
life will be vivid and fearless without a hitch.

When people wont die of disease ,
untimely death will therefore be ceased.

I hope the day will come,
when corruption and fraud will reduce to some.

World will be again a beautiful place ,
with no one as pawn, every body will be ace.

One lonely night.

Walking alone in the torrential rain,
I saw a twinkling eyes , gazing at me again and again.

I stopped , I looked,
It was a girl, and that too hooked,

Struggling with her skirt ,
which was stuck to a car,
she was shivering and shaking I saw her from far,

Clouds thundering, Wind howling,
Night was cloudy and dark,
I was lonely in this world and suddenly she came as a spark.

All drenched she looked like a mermaid,
I then approached her to give her some aid.

Shining like a star, she was a statue of love,
As pure and pious as a delicate dove.

My lonesome world was no more lonely,
I found her as a reason to live only.

Lonely:
World is so crowded but still I feel lonely,
I am surrounded by all, but I yearn for you only.

I feel dejected and a bit depressed,
when you are not around, I feel very suppressed.

I cry and I weep, alone in the dark,
engraving your name on the tree's bark.

Lonely are the day, and sleepless nights
I still remember our silly little fights.

I cannot live without you in this lonesome world.
So am ending up my life, with this last word.

I will come again, taking rebirth, ones I am gone,
Then I want you to be with me, and never leave me alone.


Memories Of Past.
Time and tide waits for none,

Gone are the days when we had so much fun,

Those gossips , chats, and long lasting laughs,
now it has all reduced to half.

Petty fights and face streaked with dirt,
falling off from bicycle and getting hurt.

Crying loudly and suddenly forgetting the pain,
when passes by the house peddler again.

No one can ever forget his past,
memories of childhood is a treasure,
relish it to the fullest as time is running fast.

Truth
Truth can never be concealed nor hidden ,
People often try to lie and do the forbidden.

Truth is invisible and it can only be felt,
it requires faith , and even stone can melt.

Truth can be harsh and sometimes it is sour,
but it rewards in the long run as never before.

Truth is the virtue of braves,
coward are those who lie before God,
risking their life behind the caves.

Truth is eternal , truth is divine,
it is never too late for the things to become fine.

Never lie in life as it is always said,
you will repay for it , as everybody had.







April fool's day

Here comes the season of spring,
Where flowers blossom and birds sing.

When everyone go crazy and atmosphere is cool,
love is in the air, and people are made fool.

This day is popular more among kids,
telling some false story which always fits.

But pranks and jokes knows no boundaries at all,
Hence adults also indulge in this, becoming small.

But April Fool's day is forgotten today,
lets hope that it will find its way.