A complete resonance
whatever we did it was completely at resonance
it was perfect harmony in presence
it was divinity as we call it essence
where was the time to look beyond and sense?
I was knee deep and knew really nothing
How life could turn sour and offer something?
Will it be comfortable past to rememeber?
Will it be miserable future as your family memebr?
I was lost in your eyes and did not look beyond
It never occurred in mind for a second
The happy days may come soon to end
We will not remain even as ordinary friend
Well, there is no use to visualize bad future
Who knows it and can predict for sure?
No one could make or prove its worth and assure
We were no exception and unprepared to endure
I raised my head to ask you for several times
You were totally lost in me sometimes
I too was masmarized and danced to your tune
May be we were destined to face the misfortune
I could read many lines of prose
Your eyes sparked for moment I suppose
They were not sure of how to convery
I was just watching them with dismay
Your finger just moved in my thick hair
It was just flying with movment in the air
You wanted it to remain curly and up
I preferrd to keep calm and mouth to shut up
You were making it heaven on earth
There was every scope and no dearth
It was simple imagination and prepardness to be lost
I gazed at the sky and remained totally frost
It will be natual feeling to flow
They may be restrained not to blow
The impatience to be lost may be complete desire
Even cool breeze may be working as volcano or fire
It is precarious situation and needs to be saved
It might have facilitated and path might have been paved
What was really expected of you in such crisis?
There exists no fine lines or thesis
It is not unbecoming of human being?
You have all desire to fly with powerful wings
The golden moments may air the music with songs
You may fall in and find no wrong
I rememeber of those winter insects
They fly round lamps with dancing acts
They are sure to die at any moments
Still they increse the strength and movement
Life can not be dwelth at length
It has got its own strength
There can not be any comparision
To think about now should be out of question
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An ache to bear
You ache but not beat
You remain calm but don’t heat
You will definitely find
Cool partner and very kind
Your hart if full of feeling
You want to go along and willing
Wish to surrender and obey
Inner call and silently pray
God, take me to safety
I trust you O, almighty
Bless us always and have some pity
I consider it as holy bond and not treaty
Shall I take it as first good sign?
Leave all the worries and resign
Come to bow and totally surrender
Be my true savior and path finder
Your eyes are so powerful and bear
Shine of universe but still in tears
What does it show to me as disciple?
I respect all holy books including Bible
I trust each and every word
Golden and beautiful from lords
Help me o, lord to take me forward
Put me in place where I needn’t look backward
I find total love in every object
How can I be insensitive and reject?
I have no reason to suspect the subject?
I wish to have special eye to make the contact
I love to live with higher aim
Look down with humbleness and never claim
It is you who will take me to shore
No ill feeling and hatred I abhor
I used to think about future
I was totally in dark and unsure
It may click at destined hour
I was happy and never felt sour
Come and shine my heart with divine light
Let it see through vision a clear sight
Ability to judge what is wrong and right
Always trust for love and no fight
Will I ever go down in life as inhuman?
Will be known as shame as woman or man?
Will it be construed as curse or shame?
Will I not have good name or fame?
What I do when find no solution in sight?
I sincerely wish for good and approach you right
You always fill me with courage and strength
I too take vow not to comprise and go to any length
Lord, lead me kindly to the light from dark
Let there be no ignition even from spark
Let whole world breathe in peace with harmony
There is no need to be blessed with wealth or money
I take this opportunity to confess in real
You offer the wounds but certainly heal
I may take it as blessings and good sign
I shall remain happy and feel it fine
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A closeness to feel
Did you ever try to know me?
have you ever sat under the tree?
Did you ever feel closeness of mother?
Were you close to mother or father?
Where does the love emanate from?
What is the origin and why do we feel so warm?
What is strength and closeness behind it?
We would love more and kindly treat
I never knew what it may prove like?
It never occurred to mind or strike
It was as usual and normal
Everything looked fine and formal
Its worth can be realized in its absence
That is strength and real essence
No one can replace it with anything
It has unique stand to offer something
Love can be known in any form
One must always try to remain inform
You should not try to weigh it in terms of kind
It has not been neglected even by the blind
The insects, creatures and birds also demonstrate
They remain together, show the closeness and cultivate
The bonding of ever lasting joy and happiness
They come together when crisis come on surface
We tend to forget the strength
It has same power and wave length
How can it be different in birds and animals?
Where as we are sensible and social animals?
Think it over and react strongly
It look bad and almost ugly
We need to understand it really
There has to be endorsement fully
If you really know the compassion?
You may really have kindness and passion
It is conquering of world with kind gesture
There lies beautiful world for our future
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A Divine motherhood
I had no answer for her seeking motherhood
The storm was expected as it was likelihood
The desire was so intense that it almost made me to sink
I sat motionless and eyes remained static without any blink
It is blessing from God to attain body perfection
It can be had only after rendering some satisfaction
Why does this question arise when there is sudden urge or indication?
Why does woman demand after feeling so much suffocation?
It is not easy to feel pulse of psychological mind
You may go for easy way out or try to find
The real crux of problem to have some escape
Try to think fresh and give it a complete reshape
Is it strong feeling to come and take shape of little child?
Why does she agree for total forgiveness and go very mild?
Is it divinity call to be responded by her with greater responsibility?
Is it not the genius call emerging from within to be followed with ability?
I read between lines the strong urge and decided to act
It was no game of love or hate but simple act to react
Why was that intense feeling for bearing a soul in womb?
Why initially I thought it like explosives used in bomb?
She had her own reasons to express true form
She was attached to earth loved creation like earthworm
It was in fact her womb that longed for some lively space
There was nothing new in her mental agony like mad race
She was expected to think on general lines of all mothers
She had followed family patters consisting of sisters and brothers
I bowed my head in respect to her wishful thinking
It saved me from negative thought and sinking too
What did she whisper in my ears when I was too close?
“I want junior man in my lap with same pose”
What an ideal thinking when she was really in turmoil?
Heart and mind at daily clash with mind ready to boil
“I feel jealous for being your close friend”
“I see in it as new beginning and not the end
Let stars and moon shine in their own sphere!
Why we should not acclaim our feat without any fear?
I couldn’t believe my eyes but saw the bright shine
She was perfect model with eyes so beautiful and fine
I was to deliver her happiness for divinity call
It was just to take me to sky without further fall
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In any direction
River water may flow in any direction
It has no such guiding path or selection
In normal course very calm and peaceful
Not to cause any harm and remain faithful
We don’t know when it may go in spate
Completely remain in uncontrollable state
Yes in certain stages she has no choice
Yet lot more to do with welfare and promises
Life is also same way totally unpredictable
We can do nothing even if in control and capable
How can we turn it to our advantage?
We can only try to write a anew page
How it turns out to be is anybody’s guess
Later on we can try to find out and trace
We may have failures with wrinkles on face
Still it is nice to live in with live race
We got to make it worthy and perfect
We may prove masters with our own acts
It may prove hard and unconvincing
Yet there has to be someway for retracing
We may die each day and relive
It has tremendous strength to believe
Else it may be stagnated and come to standstill
We got to overcome it with our strong will
Face it with strong resolve and fight it out
There is hope of ray even in worst rout
Whatever you make must be carefully thought
The solution is in sight and openly sought
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A parallel or no
Please don’t go, don’t go don’t go
Don’t leave me alone and throw
It will be severe shock and blow
Don’t put any hindrance to flow
I have tolerated enough to sustain
Calm posture and peace always to maintain
No more wreckage of relation and to contain
Smooth life is the only worry main
Why do you want me to desert?
Why don’t you prevail and assert?
I shall remain all along loyal and honest
Prove to be a capable partner and best
I closed my eyes to the disloyalty and treachery
You had different arrows in your archery
You used one by one to offer me deep wounds
No parallel to it can be anywhere found
It is not easy to have one way track
You can’t sustain blow from back
Your bleeding heat may yell” you too! ”
Are all the things pertaining to you?
I couldn’t believer my eyes so closed
Doors remain open but ideas not tossed
I don’t know how long it will take?
It is not rosy path or simple cake
Our kids are fresh roses from the garden
Why should worry be imposed or laden
They should be enough care taken
Nothing should be done wrongly or mistaken
Life is two wheels of the chair
Enough though is to be given or taken care
One doesn’t know what about the relation and leads to where?
It has to have happy ending to take us somewhere
Time may take different turn and all difficulties are set in
Home becomes battle ground and leads to situation no win
There is scuffle everyday and bitter altercation too
Life becomes hell and nothing proves to be true
There is every possibility of deep impact on children
They may find it difficult to adjust the situation all of sudden
Where to go and who to side with may pose serious threat
Eyes are always wet when they converse or silently meet
They may not speak a word but carry the disregard
Life may look different when it comes to know or regard
It is better parents come to sense and settle the issue
The small problem may turn into disaster which is not due
If good counsel and common sense prevails then it is fine
They can happily spend time with family and dine
It is wisdom that may decide the future course of action
There won’t be any problem in future which may invite reaction
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Those stiff lines
What makes eyes to speak?
Thoughts to sneak
Feet to surge ahead
And lines to be read
Those stiff lines on your face send me chill
It exposes your hardness with mild will
The smile lines are hidden but definitely speak
You seem unperturbed but otherwise look weak
You have controlled veil
Yet you have failed
It can not remain in disguise
Even if resolutely you cruise
It is known act and pardonable
It was never disputed and was questionable
You were lovable and remained so
We all have to follow you and go
Truth can never turn untruth
It needs no witness or proof
Stars shine and sun rises
Birth is synonyms with demise
It must endure pain and lust
As both have been there and must
One must clearly distinguish between two
What is bad, good and true
Only foolish people fight
Know nothing from wrong to right
Yet it is jo9ke and fun
We are on constant run
We are one and remain as such
There is nothing to as much
Just preserve the spirit and strength
The tune and song will have same length
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A Dalai lama - path to freedom
We shall never be happy and trustworthy
If we live on somebody’s grace and mercy
That will kill our inner conscience and strength
It will prove counter productive and lout of length
We can never be comfortable and at ease
If we think negative and never live at peace
What prevents us to be more accommodative and friendly?
Why do we want to remain as prisoner in our own home and lonely?
Does the conductive atmosphere help to over come it by nature?
Can we shape and prove its worthiness in near future?
Have we to give set norms of life or simply surrounded by friends?
Yes, they may prove helpful if they remain best friends at the end
What bring our imminent fall or nose drive to the ground?
What is ultimate goal how that can be easily achieved and found?
It all depends on going to the right direction with mind so sound
It may gather momentum if we get together and go round
Our mind is incapacitated by the invasion of suspicion
We have lost the moral ground and lost any positive lien
It has engulfed and vitiated so much that we are totally blind
How is it possible to have positive approach with vicious mind?
We shall stay supreme and bind the force together
We can add new dimension with fame feather
It is not at all that impossible to achieve
If we adopt positive attitude of forget and forgive
To rise in arms for noble cause is not at all rebellion
Let there be enemies in large number or in billions
What may surface at the end is naked aggression by mighty?
It is in the hands of destiny power called almighty
Can we make inner peace with disturbed mind?
When people are deprived of rights by cruel kind
Will it show the correct path for early freedom?
If it does show or result in same with wisdom
Fight for freedom in peaceful manner is totally justified
What else path you suggest to be more qualified?
Whole world watches the scene with keen interest?
Whatever may be the out come but hopefully be the best
Never in past the saints have lead the peaceful procession
World history is full of such examples against such aggressions
I bow my head to the spiritual soul who stands for cause
May God give him the courage and divine power without any pause
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Love symbol
I have assessed any analyzed number of times
The role of female in life, but occurred only sometimes
Though they deserved it from clear point of view
We have never given them their due with sincere review
Where should have been my position without her?
What would have happened if she did not take care or bother?
Bulk of the responsibilities shared exclusively by single handed
Still all the times under captivity and with the problems landed
I was given free hand to worry only for raising the fund
That should have met and won the first round
It would have been difficult to survive the on going race
We would not have been able to stand bravely and face
I might have barely thought of going ahead
It would have been impossible to think and lead
The role and responsibilities are clearly defined
The life as such stands fine and shined
I look back and see or visualize her association
It was her frantic effort for the elevation
No one could have cared so much as females do
This is basic fact and very much true
I should not have dreamed of any better position
We had nice and very good composition
The days were passing like smooth river water flow
We were very happy in life even though laid very low
No male will admit the domination of female
It is like challenging the role of whale
Both remain indomitable in any case
Still admiration or respect will never be less
Some of the touchy aspects still hunt the mind
Same beautiful moments are very rare to find
Can we dream of those lost moments for a while?
It would have been very difficult to cut even extra mile
Sometimes I would stare at main door and wait
She will slowly enter not to make the presence very late
I appreciated her presence of mind and admired
She will never spoil the mood and stay smiled
We could have barely survived for few more years
We could never cross the threshold of fifty or more barriers
It was her sweet company that made us to survive more
The relation remained same and never turned sour
She influenced me all those years and more
I have seen her beauty and fully adored
All glorious moment that you do not miss even for seconds
Through out the period your presence was precious like diamond
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Anniversary
It reminded me off years of marriage
Life passed easily on simple carriage
Happy days with joy and I could manage
Nothing went wrong with time and passage
Bad days and cruel luck would have it
Lamp went off suddenly and could not be lit
Fate severely struck with perfect hit
He was taken away within a minute
I was dumbfounded and could not cry
Asked repeatedly for what crime and why?
Was there no alternative to spare him on earth?
Did not you think what will be condition aftermath?
I have witnessed many marriage anniversaries
all gave me enough joy and no worries
this only one incidence has saddened me so much
Great vacuum created in life and not easy to fill as such
It has left me in shock and completely paralyzed
Situation is so delicate and can't be analyzed
It has left deep scare on my shrinking mind
Unable to think positively and new alternatives to find
Every year you will come and take me off
I may not cry but can not hold the bluff
Will it be great tribute if I hold your memory fast?
It will remain with life till I breathe it last
I shall nobly act as you had desired
you teased always and got my work admired
who knew you will leave me alone to expire?
Your work may lead and thoughts to aspire
I shall continue to hold your spirit and strive
your ideas will remain alive and live and I shall revive
I shall make it livelier than life
I shall prove it to be honest as dedicated wife
Every year it will bring new lease of life and message
I will have to hold it fast to make smooth passage
No matter hold old I become with time and age
You memory will be fine print on the page
Life is simple mission to carry on
on real ground no battle is lost or won
It has to be taken as holy task
No pretence to be shown by wearing mask
It must not be go or no go situation
Life should be updated with evaluation
it demands sacrifice for any revolution
Power not in one hand but with complete devolution
It is not easy to forget happy moments
they were die hard and lovely movements
we may take it as reality of on going struggle
Life may end any time as water with bubble
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All tears in sea
Your tears may flow and fill the sea
It is not “You” or “Me but only “We”
I prayed for shed under the tree
I wanted all to feel great and free
You wanted to be little away
I had no words to offer or say
How could I be possibly given in?
You were in your lovely and looked teen
Should I term it as saddest day if at all?
Can I take it as sincere and final call?
Am I failing clearly to see it on wall?
Will it prove or result in my down fall?
Will I be wiped out from her memory?
Will she go away from me to marry?
Does she have excuses to find it many?
Was it only for making glad and to feel merry?
I must let her go out of the hook
She must feel no ill will in her book
I may be termed as dishonest and crook
She must be definitely in hunt for nice look
She must have her say and correct decision
She may not have foresight or clear vision
She has her life to be mauled in a shape
How can she offer simply for abuse or rape?
I will do nothing to wound her feelings
She may hell bent upon her own killing
I shall have no say whatsoever to guide
It is matter of great concern but not pride
This is how we respect the human nature
Nothing can be taken for granted or for sure
How can one predict about nature and assure?
So uncertain is life and same can be for future
I shall not be deviated from stated stand
I can’t prevail or push her to the dead end
I must try in a possible way to mend
She was all along my best and true friend
Life may mushroom in any style
We may go on spending it meanwhile
Still there is something more to be done
By gone should not be taken as permanently by gone
Day may come when you will have everything to repent
You may curse your self and possibly lament
There won’t be time left to offer any comment
Nothing may be yielded even after feelers are sent
Never say no to any lively and lovely moment
Heavenly moments can be spent in simple tent
Why do we need palaces when open sky is there?
Cool breeze, morning light and greenery can be found everywhere
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She was there
It was not going well
There was nothing more to think or tell
We did nothing except allowing axe to fall
It was disseverance to nature’s call
I passed through the same sand desert
The wing was slowing blowing with concert
It did touch my cheeks with no warmth
Some thoughts entered to remind me forth
I had no love for rising sun
It was about ugly or bad turn
I had to miss her for whole tenure
She may hunt me for complete future
It reminds me of gently spoken words
They were quite enough to look forward
Dream of a land where sky was generally to meet
The sand was making way for our resolute feet
Soon the cool breeze may evaporate
The day light will only be left to narrate
Soon the sand may turn its color
The rising sun may make it as hot floor
The total and unbearable it may become
No living being may be gladly welcome
It will be totally inhospitable and hostile
I was unperturbed and moved for while
I was moving with high hope
It was like walking on right rope
Very hazardous and challenging
I was carefully managing
I know the days may not last same for long
No one knew who was right or wrong
The dusty and hot wind may soon blow
We had resolved to part and go
The nature has proved cruel
It has added woes, agony and fuel
Igniting the wishes with no extinguishers
Where are now those all my good wishers?
I am not turning blind to the reality
I know I have blessings and full ability
I may find her somewhere here
I stand no chance to go anywhere
I shall come back again
With all flowers in hand to remain
With your close identity for ever
Shall it not stay with me forever?
I am very much sensitive
We both have remained very positive
Something has wrong as our misfortune
Else we were completely in harmony with tune
I give full credit to her understanding
She was in control and fully abiding
She never uttered a word in defiance
Though we had opinion with variance
I never back tracked and ran away
It was pulling me far and away
The cool breeze never appealed
All thoughts of desertion got repealed
I still hope it will meet with good end
It hoped against hope with her trend
It has kept alive the last hope of ray
It may lead me to happiest way
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Findings and Losings (Song from the Madman)
One day I opened a book and it happened that it showed me strange things,
said it there stays some love for me in you, , , ,
, , , , , Moments passed of mistaken amazement
for a little while later i realised that i the book was upside down when I opened it that day,
and that I opened it from the end.
Somethings how strange they are, best found only when lost,
sometimes even forever.
Some clouds have appeared as visitors over the sky of life.
And I watch a few drops of rain wander this way and that between them, ,
this way and that...
Those few drops I wonder must have lost their way
among the clouds which have appeared over the sky of life as visitors...
Lost is not always the destination which is reached through lost roads.
It does not fit the seasons to end the way they do...
Some letters of spring always remain incomplete,
and sometimes though complete without the address...
Some songs of autumn go unheard, , ,
some moments of winter remain unheld.
It does not fit the seasons to end the way they do.....
Someday if the road shows signs of no more, ,
the traveller often wonders what shall be the words of his last song, , ,
shall they mean that he carried a pair of eyes always in his heart
and that they never let him to be lone, , ,
Or they will be jus a mad man's song...
meaning nothing and yet about so many
findings and losings of life......
A long inning
As mother had played long inning
She breathed her last in the evening
She knew in advance about the end
It was known to us from her feelings and trend
She would not mind about anything
She won’t ask for or call for something
It was her desire to see us well off
She never wanted us to offer any bluff
She was looking at ceiling
Even though for months she was ailing
She had all kind of satisfaction
Bright eyes reflected the same indication
She was lying on the cot
Life spent on various odds to be fought
It was her life time ambition
To be with us without any condition
She did not expect a single favor
She provided us full cover
We will go near to her and touch the feet
She would affectionately look at and greet
She was active till the last day
It was her life and with full sway
She acted dominant and had complete way
We too were afraid to go away
Such glorious inning was about to end
We informed all relatives and friends
It was her desire that all should remain her bedside
She had nothing to hide or confide
She breathed heavily and lost the control
Her body remained there without soul
It was left for heavenly abode
We watched silently with heavy load
She bore same innocence but with authority
It was her secret weapon and quality
She will not mind for our being defiant
She offered full explanation and very variant
She was not in pain at all
The life had ended with her call
She lived life at full length
That was only her strength
We were her treasure
She had everything for sure
All members were brought up clean atmosphere
She had all the satisfaction to be on earth here
Father turned pale at last moment
He could not cry or offer comment
No word was offered from his for his mouth
We could clearly feel autumn wind from north to south
She stood for all those glorious years
She was all for smile and without tears
This kept us in good mood with confidence
We were let off peacefully with all incidences
Even though mother has left us for a while
She had covered long distance of miles
It was divine smile for all of our family members
The shade under banyan tree was for us to remember
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The Diary Of Me
Umm pum-pum-pum
Pum-pum, pum-pum, pum-pum
Look behind myself
As I reflect on all the memories
The times they come and go
Lost everything from friends to Family
If I could turn back the hands
There would be some things I'd change about me
I know that my past is not what my future holds
Where I come from
Who could believe
All the pain and misery
Look in my eyes and you'll see
The diary of me
Rewind my life
Just go back and correct all the wrong
And ask God to direct my path
So that I can make it home
And if I could turn back the hands of time
There would be some things I would change about me
But I know that my past is not what my future holds
'Cause
Where I'm from
Who could believe
All the pain, misery
Look in my eyes and you will see
The diary of me
Years ago a child was born (a child was born) (ooh)
And raised without a man (without my... father, and wonder why he's in these streets) (ooh)
My mother's gone (mothers gone, yet still... found the strength to pray for me) (ooh)
But still reached out her hand
Just open the book (na-na-na-na-na-na)
Turn the pages of my life (na-na-na)
And you will read
A true story about one man's journey
Where I'm from (ahh...)
Who would believe, yeah
That all the hurt and pain and misery (ahh...)
Look in my eyes (ahh...)
You'll see the diary of me (pum-pum-pum-pum-pum)
Where I'm from (where I'm from, who could believe) (ahh...)
Who could believe (the hurt and pain and misery)
(Look in my eyes) in my eyes (and you will see) (ahh...)
(The makings of) the makings of
(My diary) my diary
(Where I'm from) look in my eyes (ahh...)
(Who could believe) you'll see
(The hurt and pain and misery)
(Look in my eyes) (ahh...)
(And you will see) yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
(The makings of my diary)
(Where I'm from...) (ahh...)
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May not prove right
Sometimes what you think may not prove right
Instead of left you may chose wrong and go out of sight
You are adamant and sticking with wrong judgment
It lands you in maximum trouble with embarrassment
How can sea turn from blue to white?
How can you get any thing without putting up fight?
It has its own deep depth to make you wonder
The nature has its own secrets for all the time to ponder
The mango tree may not ripen its fruit of its own
You have your own tendency and are well-known
You want it to dropp in your mouth with no efforts
No one may provide you such blessings with comforts
Merely hoping may do no wonder
Rain may shower with heavy thunder
This all may take place in its own way
You can not hope it in leisure time and run away
Life is same as it was before
Your thinking is erroneous and is flawed therefore
It is ridiculous to think about reaching safely at shore
You are lost on the way and may reach no where
Any person is worth penniless unless tries very hard
He may fear before it begins with good starts
He may think of leaving it in between
And loose the hope of getting clear win
Life may seem dull and useless
You may be lost simply in race
There will be nothing more left to trace
It will be really delicate and bad phase
He may within himself generate dejection
Life may look worth for simple rejection
There is nerd for powerful thrust with injection
It may them improve altogether with some indication
Thank God, in day time the stars are not seen
Otherwise time will be spent sky and its scene
The moon will not surface and cool the mind
The wishes and desires may never be on hand to find
Well some hopes can be revived
It is only means to remain survived
Life hinges on the thin ray of hope
The show can never go flop
We are gifted with untiring energy and strength
It may loose some thing on way and not match wave length
Yet it has powerful beacon to trace the location
There is lot more to wait for happiness and elation
So loose no sight or blame the fate
We are to be blamed for if anything comes late
Either we have failed to realize the situation
Or failed to match with it and had no continuation
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A nudge to marry
I won’t simply marry
As you have failed to carry
You failed to make me merry
You were impossible and funny
You were feeling sorry
It was not matter for worry
I was ready and well prepared
You did not understand me and compared
“Please stop it for God’s sake”
Life is not like sweet cake
You just be serious and be awake
You don’t realize what is at stake”
It sent me nervous shock
My mouth remained dry and blocked
Thick smoke emerged and rose again
I was not in position to regain
She was furious as if river in spate
I had no proper words to state
It is easy to control the irate mob
But not sensible ladies who always sob
“I loved you so much and longed
You never came up to expectations and wronged
How was I expected to go with you long way?
When you had no definite idea or simple way? ”
I can read your words and lines
In no way our relation undermine
I am in no hurry till you decide
I must reveal all and closely confide
You may have your apprehensions and misgivings
Still we had all gestures of fine loving
I was sure of my self and made good moving
I knew there is none for me so lovely and caring
You may come and knock the door one day
I will wait for that fine moments to have say
Moon may feel shy to throw the silver ray
I will not care for anybody or attention pay
I feel like rushing towards her
She may refuse but not surrender
She had no worry for cloud’s thunder
She was weary of my committing blinder
Will she be willingly coming to terms?
Was her mind was infested with doubtful germs?
What should be done to win her over?
I have no ready made ground or fine cover
She can’t say no to our relation
Any deviation is out of question
I am for her and she is for me forever
There may be some temporary setbacks however
Prove to the world that this is holy message
There may be long duration with smooth passage
I have none to offer as mark of respect
I shall remain faithful and try to introspect
I find no reason now for her saying “no”
She may find difficult to use the word “go”
It may coincide with happiest moments
Time may come when there may be some movement
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A school life
The weather can be totally unpredictable
The human tendency like it is not at all acceptable
The rain is our main source of inspiration
We welcome it in its complete duration
There is tremendous change with the arrival of season
Initial days are quite enjoyed with good reasons
The children too like their initial school days
The parent to find good hope with rays
The school transform the character of child
They learn the basic elements and remain mild
They have innocence but do not act as fool
They learn a lot so long as they remain in school
It is lot more to gain and act
This is most unforgettable fact
It is always remembered in spare days
As it has taught us in many ways
There is enough time to focus on future
The last year shapes destiny and makes it sure
The time is approaching near to give farewell
Everybody is in fine mood to remember it well
The last moments are full of joy
They make it memorable and enjoy
The time and tide waits for none
The saying is well remembered by everyone
The school days are not forever
It has brief spell but to be spent there however
The long association makes them little upset
But the day for for departure is already set
It is natural to feel pain in separation
Everybody become so much emotional
So many incidences emerge in memory lane
As they have decided to leave the school by bus or plane
It may be altogether new experience
Now they have responsibility and enough sense
They may remain busy after leaving the busy life
The teacher has always remained them about edge of knife
They are needing good advice and direction
Whole future depends upon their action
The school platform has limited role
They may have to adjust with different poles
As the days are nearing to depart
They slowly gather to celebrate it in part
They may freely move and try to find
They will be out soon for the new world to find
It may be worrying them a lot
They fear fear and would not want to be caught
The life has become full of ups and down
Now they have to share the burden and own
Time may come soon to be separated
It will become past to be only related
It will remain as lost memory in one corner
They part of new life later or sooner
The path lay wide open to march
No one may lead you with torch
You were ably guided here by teacher
There you will be with respectable sirs
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A beautiful Gul
Gul, Gul, Gul
You are so beautiful
Gul is flower in garden
I noticed it all of sudden
I found her up in the morning
Her rosy face simply shining
Bright eyes stared as if inviting
Was it for passion igniting?
It was magnetic pull
There prevailed natural lull
Still moon remained in circle and full
I was not worried about attack from bull
I was totally mesmerized
The things were not to be summarized
It did make magic and surprise
This was something new and very good prize
How could she be in my domain?
She should not be away and remain
Totally indifferent and only in dream
How to bring her in pure love stream?
How many thoughts just crossed the mind?
How all of sudden I was able to find
She must be elegant and very kind
I was brought in sense by flow of wind
It made me to think in another direction
What will be her move and next action?
Will she be angry as hostile reaction?
As she was hailing from wealthy section
I could still read lines on her face
I was definitely for her in race
I want her to be on my side in any case
She must fall in line and not make memory to erase
This is what I consider as cherished dream
I don’t want to loose her and cry with scream
She may not opt for simple person
She may be compelled by any reason
I never knew morning breezes are so cool
They can’t push you to look like fool
It is freshness of flowers that is brought
One understands it and it is never taught
Soon her reddish face was about to disappear
There was so much pain to bear
I could see her murmur but couldn’t hear
She must be thanking me as dear
She engulfed me through the day
I had dreamed of very good way
Alas! I could offer her rose flower
My gesture would have been the best answer
the mind does develop reactive feeling
it is natural to go for it without thought killing
What will happen even if we get total failure?
It will enrich you and make the way very sure
She was almost there with hands on her eyes
I could only stare at her and could not ask why?
She utter few words in my ears for acknowledgement
It was now my turn to make positive movement
Gul……flower
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For purpose
O lord, you created me for purpose
I have no reason to go in deep and suppose
I was meant to be unique and alone
I was not to pass it as lone
Being quiet should not be taken as light
In my own way I am obedient and right
Neither have I any urge to make scuffle and fight
Not any desire to prove them wrong or right
I preferred front so not to loose back
Lie always low so not to claim or stake
Dark complexioned but in no way suffering
Smiled a lot with lots of good will and offering
Assertive and bold in nature
I can clearly see the future
Love and not the hate must proclaim
I remain firm but quiet and calm
I am no more confused
Not surrendered but always refused
No to intidimation and arm twisting
To make point clear and always requesting
Eyes always shined and put a fine glow
I was determined to go ahead and grow
As natural river water quietly flow
I retain the hold and manage some how
Darkness always frightened me but not the color
I loved it as very dear to God and my mentor
I am lovely gift from the powerful almighty
I am fine blend of mankind with humanity
I do not believe in cursing
I feel and would love the healing or nursing
I may take it as divine chance to nurse the wounds
Joy and unseen happiness may always be there and found
I did not look around d to attract the attention
I never tried or requested for any mention
I was attentive when all were lost in surroundings
My dreams were in me and not rebounding
I know I may be disliked and hated
I never felt for it or lamented
I am not specially invented
I am the gift and certainly circumvented
I will not ask almighty for making me beautiful
He is with me as trusted friend and very faithful
At no stage I have lost faith but remained silent
There is nothing of any sort to complain or resent
I am stubborn today to face any onslaught
I have capability to earn without being fought
Though victimized for no fault of mine
I feel lovely creature and very fine
I am calm and believe in calmness
Whole nature is like that and so is universe
I call myself to be daughter of lord
Anything spoken for or against is His word
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Help In Age
How does poetry help in old age?
How can something new and innovative be inscribed on page?
Does the mind evolve such idea to cope with new generation?
I thought answer was in yes and had very much relevant indication
There were many ups and down in the life
No peace in mind with lots of worries and full of strife
It has dragged you for entire length and brought to near end
You are free now to find a new set up with old friends
How to keep mind young from on going struggle?
You had long innings even it was termed as bubble
Now there is time to look back and assess the past conduct
How to bring them in for future use and effectively induct
It is not easy to dream about young girl and think of sweet moments
Surely people may laugh at you and even offer critical comments
Little suspicious movement may adversely affect your reputation
It is rather advisable now to work towards some contribution
I buy no such arguments and offer self for lovely and romantic nature
It doesn’t involve going round for lust but find out for nice future
All natural objects are there since centuries and invite your attention
You had so far neglected it and had not taken note for any mention
How to turn then growing age into charming young age?
To feel young or inject valuable ideas on golden pages
Remain with young environment and feel energetic
Of course yes, it is remedy for not to remain static
Even water may stagnate and spread the smell
The disease may spread and nothing goes well
It is better to keep moving with changing world
Not to remain with bye gone and try for new fold
I did it with quite ease and now enjoy
There is no more tension and spend the time with joy
I have learnt a new lesson and share it with readers
They are my strength and useful means to scale the ladder
I may not come up with their expectations
Yet can lead to the solving of some of the questions
It may provide clue to the burning desire
This is all more important from turning life into satire
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