The Bench

On the green carpet of grass
At the pavement, under the shade of a tree
Invitingly, stood a wooden bench
With it’s arms open towards the world

Covered by a blanket of dead leaves
Bathed in the morning dew,
With the sunshine it woke up
As the joggers wiped it clean

Waiting for the busy morning to settle
Silently it watched the rush
As the people sat, waiting for the means
Some just alighted to tie the shoe lace

Towards the noon, a dishearten soul
Befriended the bench
It let him in its’ arms, Patiently
listening to him as he pour his heart out

At the lunch time, it joined
The company of the laborers
Crisscross they adjusted to sit on,
And it’s complaining creak, went unheard

Towards sunset, it became a favorite view point
Seated on which a poet, rambled
And the evenings were occupied
By the love birds, stealing sweet moments

Abandoned by the night, the bench
Was then, the bed of a teetotaler
He hugged the bench and
Crept in to a dreamy world…

Missing you

I cannot tell the countless words
that I yearn to hear
when you are not speaking to me

Only the silence watches me
with pity,
speak to me and you shall know

I cannot count the infinite minutes
that slip themselves
when I am lost in you memories

only my heart is the witness
that still beats
listen to it and you shall know

I cannot measure the boundless distance
through time and space
that separates you from me

only my aloofness can be the judge
of the painful distance
Come to hug me tight, and you shall know

I cannot see the world without you
eyes disagreeing even to blink
scared of loosing you last glimpse to tears

only my eyes are the testimony
of my love for you
look into them and you shall know

Painful Lullaby

One more night of hunger, it was
Stomach growled out of pain,
As she desperately tried to put her baby asleep

Her tearful eyes were questions to God,
For why at all the nights of hunger does not end
While the nascent one craved for food

She cradled him in her lap
Vigorously shaking her legs
The motherly lullaby was about to start

She joined with her son
And hummed the way he cried
Her muddy hands patting his hungry stomach

“Sleep my dear, for the fairies await”
“at the gates of a world, away from the night”
“A world so far, better and bright”

“Sleep my dear, for your right to dream”
“A dream of a sky and the starlit way”
“A world free from hunger where happiness play”
Was the song she hummed, if can be understood

With in a while, he calmed down
His eyes shut with the mystic song
But the painful lullaby went on

And once again, sleep had conquered hunger
The little one fell fast asleep
With his tiny palm resting on his mother’s stomach

The Music Of The Sea

It all started the day,
the divine droplet disturbed
the slumbering waters.
as if the drop ensouled music
the song of the sea began.

The silence deep inside,
the ballads musing the sailors,
the waltz with the wind,
and percussion of the hauling waves,
finally the chorus rendered to the shores.

The serene prayer offered
on the new moon day.
The heavy rock played
to impress the full moon.
cosmos drenched with the maddening rage.

sometimes the sky joins
with it's own musical mood.
the winds sing the symphony
with shouts of the thunder
and the rains applause for the brilliant show.

Every day, a new mood
Every wave, a new rhythm
Every surf, a new song
looking at the sea I wonder
of what decadence the divine droplet was?

God Of Imperfection

when inspirations fail to inspire
and creativity shouts to be heard
Dejected and devoured I try to revive

hands crippled with laziness
pen drawing otiose lines
Thoughts flew far beyond the thoughtful nest

dreamy eyes void of dreams
descriptive ideas just a paradox!
imperfection invites me to be it's god

barren land was once a poetic playground
sun flowers, the staunch devotees of the sun
waterfalls, the disheveled hair of a meditating sage

but no more, the blue sky is a creative canvas
no more the caw of a crow, a secret mystic song
the still river, no more is the mirror of the sky

Where did it all go?
I scream with a fallible voice
did the imperfect darkness swallow the creative light?

just then, a sun shines
from nothingness, a whole conceives
and imperfection is pregnant with the inspiration

perfection means the end
and imperfection, a constant worship
"Choose!” says the GOD of Imperfection

Thoughts on a birthday

One more seed
inspires, a new garden revives

One more Sky
conquered, a new sky awaits

One more step
trod, a new journey invites

One more dream
realised, a new dream transends

One more wish
fulfilled, a new prayer starts

One more blessing
reached, a new bliss engulfs

One more candle
lit, a new light awakes

one more day
ends, a new year begins

The Hour of death

The pillar shook vigorously
With the deadly blow of Hiranya's Mace
A marvelous light blinded the sight and
A dreadful figure emerged, with body of a human and a lion's face

Eyes burning red with anger
Mouth wide open, neck covered with the golden Mane
Claws, Sharp, Ready to rip
Evil defeated with the loud roar, for all his efforts went in vain

Minutes stopped, the creation halted
Sun dared to peep through the horizon
Mighty steps walked towards hiranya
Speechless he watched, his eyes drinking the frightful poison

Hiranya remembered! The brahaman's boon
"None shall kill me; in the day not at night"
But Lo! It was the hour of twilight
"Ha! I can't be killed on the ground or in the sky"
But he was on the thighs of death, neither low not high
"No arms or artillery could dare to hurt me"
But NAILS were no arms, artillery or army!
I can't be killed by a human, or by a beast
All pervading is he who had come, equally in humans and in beasts

Hiranya understood, the muscle of divinity
The sound of death filled his ears
On beholding a dreadful ecstasy
Prahallad murmured out of fear

Sharp nails pierced hiranya's stomach
Painful shouts tore the silence
With the angry roars the creation trembled
The world was rescued from his devilish violence

"Nara", the Human and "Simha" the lion
"Narasimha" the manifestation is known
To protect the truth and to install justice, He had come
To answer a call of faith that prahallad had shown

"When righteousness would be curbed
And the evil would emerge
Thou shall manifest, in the most unusual form
To install justice and righteousness shall surge"
Says the book of religion

The New Constitution

It was a day in the Indian parliament
when the democracy was stripped naked
The constitution was put to sleep
by the corrupt political lullaby

She stood alone, amidst her "potent" sons
arguing to whom she belonged
to them who are possessed by power
or to them who looked at her with lust

"I Bought Her!", some proclaimed
showing up with a bag of money
"I did not sell her Yet !" , others shouted
and the nasty show went on

The shouts of Shame rocked the temple
but whose was the shame?
the one disrobed, shivering, unattended-
is not she the mother of all?

The media covered her nakedness
and showed it to the rest of the world
cores of her sons watched and enjoyed
some murmured but none stood awake

Foundation was laid for a new temple
The worshippers of corruption, installed
Written on the whipped back of democracy
is the preamble of a new constitution

Charminar

The sentry who quietly watched,
the racing ages in time
standing tall and firm
in the heart of the city.
The gigantic arches;
the minarets kissing the clouds
the windows, exquisite carved
the grandiloquent mughali ambience
Four gates on four sides
inviting towards the corridor
A fountain at the center
jetting water towards the roof
Quli's dream of a new city
away from the ills of plague
gifted the world a priceless marvel,
the Charminar..

Life - A Picture

on the white canvas
a sketch begins
with the foggy images
in the time's creative brain

First the vibrant sun of childhood
then,the lush green juvenile youth
then follows a lenghty path of milestones
stretching till the horizon

the sky colored with emotions,
clouds, with the shades of desires
the loud white thunders of misery
the soothing droplets of colorless love

standing on a barren land, is a person
beside the blue mire of sorrows
gazing far, at the golden light
of the the heavenly mirage

No matter how many colors
No matter what shade
but, The picture called "Life"
is always incomplete

A Drop Of Tear

A call was heard from the distant shore of memories
and touched the depths of the soul
A nostalgic moon caused tides
in the quite ocean of the heart

sweet moments, inviting to re-live
Persons, near and far
things, that once belonged
all circled like scrolling images

A comparison of "what was" and "what is"
quenched the thirsty eyelids
the painful lullaby shut the eyes
all barriers of resistance broke

slipped through the curtained eyes,
crawling over the cheeks,
from the treasure of pain
another glittering diamond fell

The Dance Of Apocalypse

A suprasegmental sound
Merged the elements.
From trance, He woke up
To begin the apocalypse

Deep blue throat
Containing the galactic poison
The matted hair, released
With the angered nod

Body smeared with ash
Lion’s skin covered his waist
Neck encircled with vicious serpents
Gaze showering fire of disgrace

To the deafening rhythm of the dual drum
The turbulent dance began
The vigorous moves shook the cosmos
Still, wide eyes, keen on destruction

The shivering palms and raging feet
With energy pulsating, uncontrolled
The sides vanished into nothingness
With kicks from the dancing legs

The third eye opened.
And nothing could be said then
No description, left to describe
Time dissolved into eternity

What is created,
Needs to be destroyed!
No light, no space, not even void, remains
Until the creative conch would blow again

Magical Life

The crowd conquered the corner of the street
Where the Magician had all set to please the day
The baggage opened a world of magic
A Magical playground, and a Magicians play

A round black hat, a few packs of cards
An old scabbard with a sharp looking sword
Laying a mat on the floor he started,
A new play on the destiny’s black board

A wave of his hand, made the impossible happen,
Things would appear. The moment next, they were gone.
Belongings vanished as if they never belonged,
A Pigeon was lost in his hat; from within a rabbit was born.

"Oh my GOD!", people remarked,
Some with eyes wide open, some exclaimed with sound.
some tricks cheated death,
Leaving the audience spellbound.

when the show ended, he wrapped it all
collecting the rewards thrown for his show
then he disappeared in to the crowd
and dissolved in the myriad faces, steady and slow

But a poets eyes followed him
cat footed, unto his home
surprised they stood to watch
a ruined hut with a leaking dome

He seemd to have forgotton the Magic
for He himself cooked a bowl of rice
what he added was the common salt
and ate it amongst the fraternity of mice

after a few quiet moments,
He called it a day
into his own magical night
on a dreamy path he made his way

How the poet wonders, for
the many masks humans ware
from the nameless to the eternal
while the truth stood naked and bare

How the poet wonders, for
the magic that life displays
everything ends like a paradox
weird magic is life, and weird is her play

I?

Who am I?
Just a seeker
Of the divine goal?
Or am I the “Supreme” manifested soul?

What am I?
A player in this mortal game?
or am I the “Creator”
bearing this occult name?

Where am I?
Wandering for a humane shed?
Or am I, “The One”
Resting on the serpentine bed?

KALI

In the still graveyard, the silence spout
Mounted on a jackel you come,
tearing the stillness with thy dreadful shout
The largness of those ghastly eyes
dishevelled hair,
The dark body of cosmic size

The dancing feet and the dance of death
blood-spattered tongue,
oozing blood with each breath
The potent hands, holding the Axe and the trident
The garland of human skulls
black poisonous snakes, thy adored pendent

sinful hands, cut , tied to the waist
hanging till the knees
they respond to thy haste
redeemer of sins with the fearful sight
Kali...Mahakali...
The goddess of fearlessness and Might

When the light shall fail
to bekcon me
Kali, to thee, I Hail

The Ant's Way

It embarked on a journey
From nothingness
Towards a goal unknown

Followed by an array
Of countless
Members, as identical as a clone

Rushing like a stream, at times
Unto the endless,
At times waltzing to the time’s soothing tone

Cris-cross ways
Distance measureless
Over the bounds the time had known

Barriers it overcame
With heart, fearless
With each win, courage had grown

As if it was held by a hand
Supreme and formless
Stranger, Yet, Known

Devotion so pure
Belief, deathless
With earnest efforts of its own

It just walked
Committed and worriless
On the sunlit path “HE” had shown

Nearing Extinction - River Musi

Branched from the Mighty Krishna
She flowed in to the city of nizams
rushing through the authentic walled banks
she let the city flourish

remembered in history are her angry moments
the times she broke her borders
but Mostly calm and quiet,
she mused her serpentine way

She, the Mother of the twins.
her sons standing on both sides
basking in the historic glory
Hyderabad, the elder and Secundrabad the younger one

But, with the timeless time
her sons turned careless
blinded in the new found fame
the mother is forgotten

Her glorious past, Lost
in the sediments of time
like a stinky stream of dirt
she crawls her way to extinction

Lady Earth - In Her Quiet Hours

you have stripped me off
my green clothes
But I thought you
needed them for shelter

My blood is being contaminated
by your wastes
But I let it go
and try to purify my self

Every inch of my body
is being bruised
But still, silent I am
and let you prosper

I am being weakened day by day
My fluids being sucked
till the last drop
But I never complain

You almost choked my breath
with all your racings against time
and my coughs in silence
are always unheard

My breasts are bleeding now
with your mighty blows
But I control the pain
for I want you to live

But in my thoughtful hours
I am forced to re-think...
I feel like a bride
being Raped repeatedly.

The Canvas Sky

The Blue Canvas
Stretched to infinity
the brushes of time and
the pallet of eternity

A vibrant ball of fire, chasing
A chilly white balloon.
A dark blanket with holes
pulled over by a loon

Visuals of the war
the knights riding on the raging chariots
followed by the rushing army
the flashing swords, and the determined patriots

Reflection of the disturbed Heavenly ocean
and still art of a resting potter's wheel
at times, A giant sleeping on the soft cotton bed
and a hiding robber, about to steal

from Images of the cosmos
to portraits crude and raw
sometimes just an empty void
in deep thoughts of What to Draw

the canvas sky...

The Creator's Dream

The wind disturbed the slumbering waters
The day the oceans formed
When the Light Covered itself, with a blanket of holes
Into the night, the day transformed

From the ripened breasts of Mother Nature
Unto the hollows the nectar flowed
It hurried itself into the unfilled ways
The nectar as a whole the seas swallowed

The extremes of light and the depths of darkness
Were measured and on every inch, a color was formed
Dressing the horizon with its unique art
The marvel called Rainbow, the colors performed

Busy with so much to do,
Mother Nature left some tasks unfinished
The unfinished sculptures stood still and waiting,
as the Mountains, and the creation flourished

Tiny saplings spout up with a yawn
Stretching their little arms
The sky turned azure
To match the tender green charms

Everything was done
With an infant life’s scream
And the creation awakened,
From the creator’s Dream!

After My Gone…

Standing on the philosophical crossroads
A question struck my mind...
For, "What will Remain After my gone?"

Will stars stop shining?
Or will the sun never smile?
Will seasons change their nature?
Or will the sky mourn even for a while?

Will the time search for me
in its quite hours?
Or will the roses in my garden
Be devoid of showers?

Will the roads on which I walk
Miss me even for a day?
Or will the children forget to
Smile and play?

What shall remain is a lost identity
A few wet eyes with fading memories
A few unread books,
An un-used bike,
An Empty chair and a pen on the writing table
Awaiting to be held, unaware of my gone
The Life in its usual path
Will continue to go on

Still Moments

The sun peeped through the horizon
This morning
And like a dreamy night
My bachelorhood waved me a good bye
A new life stood knocking my door
And brought for me
A new world, a new light
A new rainbow spread across the vibrant sky

A day when the essence of living
I knew
Her gleeful smile tore
My blanket of childish disguise
Amidst the showers of blessings
And teasers from friends
I held her hand
While, contentment twinkled in her parents eyes

Her eyes, disclosed untold secrets
With tears of hope
For a better future with me,
Her pride in being called my wife.
As a friend, as a brother or
Just as a part in someone’s world,
I was until now
But never was I someone’s life

A still moment, so memorable
When our heartbeats stopped…
She put the ring into my finger
And crowned me the prince of her heart
Our unspoken lips made a promise
That from now, and forever,
Come what may
We shall never be apart.

Inspired Again!!

The day today began, with a newest form
Summer greeted, with kisses of the rain
The winter said goodbye with
Umbrellas and Raincoats out again

Gardens didn’t wake up today
Sunflowers stood like mourning soldiers
The nectar from above, filled the wounded streets
The splash made people shrug their shoulders

Little ones questioned,
“Where from the water came?”
And Wisdom began in wonder for them
For, The Sky and the Bathroom were not the same

It proved a blessing in disguise
For the drivers of the wheel
As the downpour gave a holy bath
To the polluted bodies made of steel

People flocked at the tea stalls
With cold lips, wanting a hot sip
The villainous weather foiled their plan
And offered them, only a cup of nip

Many cursed the dance of the weather
Some gave the sky a bizarre look
The females walked carefully!
Like the hunting steps the cats took

A person with a thoughtful pen
Received the warm greetings and the kiss of the Rain
The Umbrellas, the Raincoats and the canvas sky
And The Son of the Poetry was inspired again!

Only Human ?

He looked at the sun
And opened his mouth
As though he wanted the light of persistence

He stretched his arms
Towards the trunk of the tree
As though he needed the shade of acceptance

The smile he gave
To the normal world
As though he taught them, lessons of resistance

His language of signs
Was equal to all
As though he explained the divine essence

He did a silent prayer
He prayed for the sinful world
As though he set them free from sins and repentance

On the wheel chair
And then on the bed
As though his life knew no other sentence

With crooked hands
And twisted limbs
As though he was tangled in the web of mortal existence

“WHY?”, I asked the potter
“This mould of clay,”
“As though was sent here of a vengeance?”

He gestured to me
Through his blissful eyes
As though he belonged to the heavenly descendence

The potter replied
Sitting on the wheelchair
As though he reminded me of his omnipresence

The Child In Me

On the shores of memories, this morning
With me, my childhood walked along
Holding my hand, he smiled at me
And sang for me the long forgotten song

The worriless time of leisure
And the days of merry
The evening walks with grandpa
And grandma’s tales of the fairy

Those days of learning A, B, C
Struggling to count 1’s and 2’s
The innocent cheatings I did
In the games, I was about to loose

Waiting for the birthday
The pride in cutting the cake
Craze for chocolates and ice cream
Pleasing mama for the sake

Helping Dad with little things
Buttering him to by a BAT
Roar like a tiger in his absence
Before him, sit like a cat

At the sight of an airplane
My tiny eyes dreamt to fly
And Paper planes, as a result
Competed with them and flew High

Also the paper reminds me
Of boats in the rainy days
The shrill shouts of excitement
As they waded the streamy ways.

Why, what, where and How?
Stupid questions, flavored with innocence
Sparks of imagination, fuel of fantasy
Illogical conclusions of intelligent nonsense

I knew no meanings of words then,
Yet every expression was very true
Knowingly, today, I behave so different
Why? I my self have no clue

Here I am today, growling
With the pain of survival
Like a prisoner, I am
Facing the life’s bitter trial

Give me back, my time of leisure
Give me back my days of peace
Let me count the stars again
Let me run around the trees

Yes! I have left him far
Far as the horizon is, from the shore of the sea
Only Dull and helpless shouts I hear today
From the lonely and forgotten child in me

The Dove Of Peace

At the heavenly gate
A dove waited
With a bruised heart
With a question in it’s mind

I was caged,
From time unknown
Until those hands
Set me free

I enjoyed
My new found freedom
Flying high, touching the sky
I Gave hopes to millions

I could see
Again, children played
And women smiled
With out being afraid

I could find
Hugs and kisses
The color for love
Everywhere

Until one day
He shot me down
His hands pulled the trigger
The very hands that set me free

The bullet pierced my heart
But I still wondered
Why did he release me?
Then, why did he give hopes

My bruised heart spoke
“What about the children?”
“What about the women?”
“What about the mankind?”

God, opened the gates
“Welcome my Dove of peace”, he said
And took me in to his arms
And cured my wound

“My questions?” I said
To which he kept Mum
But his eyes spoke
With streams of tears

“My Child”, he said
I am the supreme
I have created HIM
As my own replica

BUT, today I Fail
to understand my creation
I, myself seek answers to the questions
That you have in your mind.

Torrid Adventure

Cuddled in the warmth of my arms
You stole a look at me
Fresh in your sleepy eyes, were
The memories of last night’s torrid adventure

You exposed yourself to me
And I offered my body to you
Lip locked we were all the time
With hands running all over, searching for the pleasure points

The softness of your lips
Ignited the desire and I responded
Your tender mourns, added the fuel
And put my soul on fire

The world was forgotten
The senses fell numb
Heat tearing the chilly winter night
The moment of love is all I remember

The purity in lust was known
The magic of touch we discovered
Our hearts, accompanied the mood
The brisk breaths, whispering lovely, sweet words

“Why does the morning come?” you said,
“To separate you from me?”
The torrid past night still remains
Like a dream, in your sleepy eyes

Saraswati

When the mighty winds of ignorance
Would shatter the windows of
My mind at peace
Come to my rescue ‘O’ Mother and
Set me free

When my senses begin to betray
And begin to drive me,
To an unknown shore
You would come and steer my boat
Towards the aim, in the disturbed sea

When serpents of lust and greed
Would spread their poisonous hood
And begin to poison me
Let me rest in they lap
Rest assured I will be

When scary dark nights
Seem to be endless and
Mark of light no where to see
Shoo away the ugly, restless bats hanging
To the branches of my mind’s tree

When cruel intentions would prey on me
Make me blind, deaf and dumb
Towards the light and the voice of truth
Pluck the strings of thy Veena and
Evil intentions would nothing but flee

‘O’ Dispeller of Evil, Giver of light
Repository of knowledge,
‘O’ Mother Bright

At the Fragrance of thy lotus feet

Heart and soul I surrender to thee
Heart and soul I surrender to thee,
‘O’ Mother Saraswati

A Saint Called "SAI"

Dressed like a fakir
He embodied the mortal coil
It was the divine soul that manifested
Like a sacred sapling in the dirty soil

Eyes, the witness of timeless time
Color, they derived from the infinite sky
Deep, as the depth of the ocean
Old, for numerous births have gone by

Magnificent forehead, covered by a cloth
Contained in it, the keys of salvation
Untidy robes and dirty hands
All bedecked with the dirt of creation

The striking posture, he sat in
Came from it, a splendid vibe
No wonder! A splendor like this
How can mere words in the language describe?

A depleted mosque, His abode
Seated in it, miracles he drew
Acting on the supreme command
Words he spoke, were always true

Ailments vanished just by his gaze
Diseases he cured by grinding wheat
Simplest of simple life he led, while
The riches of the world served his feet

“Dhuni” he called the scared fire
In it the sins of the world, he burnt
And the ashes were his blessings
To all his devotees, Illiterate or learnt

With faith and patience as his mantra
He produced the eternal light
In the gloomy, lightless worldly sky
Like a star he twinkled pure and bright

A promise he made to his world of devotees
“I would, always be alive.
My bones would speak from my tomb,
Towards the benefit of thee, my soul will always strive”

The almighty incarnate, a spiritual guru
The saint of Shridi, the uncrowned king of Dwarkamai
Omnipresent, omnipotent, even after his life
My devotion, my penance, my ever loving “Sai”

The Birth Of A Poem

A ripple was caused into the still lake of knowledge
The inspiration had thrown a stone
The ripples touched the shore
And drenched it with imagination and lore

The Subject stood Naked and Naïve,
Restless, like a hurrying stream
Like the lighting that slipped from the pocket of the sky
Brightening the horizon with its occasional gleam

The bag of emotions was then searched
To give the subject a proper name
Tangled in the web of vocabulary,
Nouns, Pronouns and Adjectives, all looked the same

The shades of slang, the Colors of Idiom
Nothing qualified to give it a word
The creator in me, created a new one
A careless thanks from the lingo was heard

Then there began a naughty strife
Words were the swords and rhymes became knives
The churning in the ocean of mind began
To portray a girl, a women, a mistress or a wife

Soon the dark clouds of turmoil had shed
And the creative light descended
With no malice, words came to the pen
In to a poem like this, the language ascended

With a sudden flash of wisdom
And a Poem was done
Everything inspires a poet
A pen in hand and heavens are won!!

Abominable Slumber

With a daring pace of the wind
She brought a backspin to my thoughts
The brutal kiss of the calamity left
An eccentric me with my eccentric rots

She brought along a bizarre scent
A thrilling touch followed
And into her lap all my senses went

The dare of the wind was filling my heart
The spin of the thoughts tore my soul apart
The lustrous kiss is all I remember
The night of calamity, the abominable slumber


P.S: Just a Metrical Expirement :)

The Daughter Of The Night

When the sun slumbered in to the deep
The dark night transcended with a moonlit cap
And light woke from a shadowy lap
She walked all alone over the streets
Drinking nectar from a tearful tap

Does she know her whereabouts?
Or do stars show her the way?
Pulling over a blanket of dismay,
She walked all alone over the streets
”Aimless stroll” the people say

A lonely walk into the darkness
Speaking to no one, not even to the self
Followed by her shadow, resembling an elf
She walked all alone over the streets
As if a philosopher exploring the true self

The moon looked to be her mirror
And Stars decked her long hair
The azure sky added the flair
She walked all alone over the streets
Offering the night, her painful elixir

All the night she stood at the end of the cliff
Gazing towards the Milky Way
And watched the hours of darkness play
The daybreak transformed her into an owl
Back in to the darkness she flew away

An unread book, an incomplete journey
An unfulfilled dream, a disconnected insight
Filled with darkness, yet so bright
An unsolved puzzle, a mystical bride
A soulful enigma, “the daughter of the Night”

Life !!!

Look at the matchbox
Contained in it are a few sticks
Which are meant to burn to ashes
A few sticks burn a little longer
And a few of them are exhausted early
No matter what, but every match has its chance
Time to burn and give light
A chance to make the world bright

Each match has to rub it head
On the rough side, ruthlessly
Only then it is enlightened else
It is thrown aside
Some sticks break, in the struggle
To get enlightened, some are never lit
And some get the light from a source
That is already bright

Life is like a match box
Where each stick is a character in life
All are capable and identical
But the efforts tend to vary
Some believe in waiting till the end
Some give up just like that
Some don’t give it a try
But, only a few brighten the dark sky

An Inspiration to a Poet

The time the leaf was born
From the branch of the Peepul tree
Had it any clue of
What it was going to be

It grew, playing with the branches
Their count nearing infinity
Nothing special it was, it was
Just one among the fraternity

Like a child it giggled, when
The rain drops touched its virgin skin
Looking towards the setting summer sun
It used to give it, a sheepish grin

The branches stretched with time
And took the leaf, way so high
Sometimes it looked as if, the
Leaf would get married to the sky

When the adolescent spring crept in
An innocent love took its place
In the heart of the young leaf
Amused with the winds mighty pace

A change in the weather would bring
Along with it, a new story
With the changing winds charming tune
The leaf would dance its way to glory

When the winds sung a silent tune
Leaf stirred as if singing in a choir
With the music of the storming Gail
It jumped like a raging flame of fire

Left and right it swung to the tune
As if drenched in a symphonic mood
It was passionately in love with the wind
No matter the wind was how rude

Unknown to the leave, the wind brought
With it, a ruthless slayer on day
A pebble was picked from the dust
For an innocent love to slay

The pebble hit its juvenile stem
And separated it from the branch
The leaf danced the last dance, the best of its life
It enjoyed its death before it touched the ranch

Its time now for another leaf, to dance
And let its dreams touch the sky
The dead leaf would lie in the dirt
With the dreams of love, Cold and Dry

But for me and for the rest of the world
The leaf isn’t dead yet
It’s breathing in my imagination
It has now become an inspiration to a poet

The Colors Of The Blind

Amidst the pain, I discovered
The color of Red
White reminds the flapping sound
The sound of flight, the doves take

Orange makes me feel warm
It’s SUN, the men say
Silence describes Blue for me
The quite hours I spend at the Lake

The garden means Green to me
The soft petals, the buzzing of bees
Brown makes me feel the Death
The crisp sound, dead leaves make

The colors are all sensations to me
But for one, that I can only see
It’s Black, the color of dark
Always in a trance but very much awake

Black, like the sound in the silence
Black resting under the shade of the tree
Light is just an illusion-
Close your eyes and darkness will be

Darkness is where everything is born
Darkness lives when everything is gone
My color of Knowledge, is ignorance to TheeBlack symbolizes life to me

Rebirth....

The rocks on the sea side
Are always in deep meditation

Absorbed in the divine
And happy with the fruition

A moment of love, the waves give them
The moment next, they are left alone

They have no temptation for the moment of love
They are drenched in the state they own

The rocks lie on the noisy end
But meditate on the calm with in

There persists inside a deathless chant
While the tides celebrate its proxy win

Day by day, they are brought closer
Closer to the aim, from the chosen path

Then there is a Spring tide, most awaited
To give them the holy bath

The luckiest one is taken inside, and it
Take its place into a silent womb

“HE” then throws it, out with a lagoon,
To an unknown shore, that’s yet to groom

A new meditation then begins
The deathless chant continues

With the sole aim of the supreme union
With more vigor and with less dues

Sunday Sunset

Sunday began to fade away
The sunset had robbed my smile
Tomorrow will bring again
A week long exile

Beauty will not be appreciated
Patience shall loose to time
Sleep will be fiction again
Leisure shall become a crime

Every hour is promptly accounted
But, none accounts the unlived life
Walking through the week is like,
A naked-foot walk, on the edge of a knife

I try to hold on to every passing minute
And, it feels like holding sand
The more I try holding it,
It slips away from my hand

The Night brings a transformation
And I become a computer geek
Stress, strain and may be a few bucks
This is all I expect out of the week

I accept my defeat at last
And a king becomes a slave
“For a living” they say!
But life befriends the grave

Then a thought comes to my mind
Easing a bit of the weekend pain
“Monday has to come,” it says,“for Sunday to come again!”

Its We !!!

Time is as it was always
It’s we who change and blame the time

Ambitions were always standing where they stood
It’s we who dream by the night and forget by the day

Dawn is never afraid of light
It’s we who lock ourselves into a dark room

Relationships are as tender as the roses
It’s we who touch thorns and quetch

Life is as colorful as ever
It’s we who wear a different spectacle and complain

God is always in love with us
It’s we who hide our true self from him

Another Day Without You !

It was another day with out you
The beach, I knew was never so calm
Not finding you, the shells lost their charm
I felt alone when I walked on the sand
Alone were my footprints on the wet ocean land

I saw the statues made of clay
As if they said they would never play
The birds did not chirp and winds did not speak
The grass was dull with no mist on their peek

The roses seemed to confess
And butterflies were colorless
Minutes started to fall like dead leaves from a branch
The sky was lifeless and the clouds were blanch

The piano sang a sad song
Drives with out you were quiet and long
The mountains looked for you the other side
The sun searched with his eyes open wide

The doves looked at me with such a pity
Knowing your address they would fly across the city
The shadows of the evening followed me like a ghost
My loneliness at night was my only host

I lay on the bed remembering you
Remembering your words, old and new
I had no dreams for you weren’t there beside
The moon hailed from the window and I had no place to hide

At the midnight as the clock struck twelve
Unwillingly crept a new day, cursing it self
Nothing seemed alive and the world was blue
Tomorrow was dark and the future had no clue
It was just another day with out you

Mother

With Eyes brimming mercy
She sees me every day
Her sugary words and the healing touch
Then to an unseen God, why do I pray?

She made me walk, she made me crawl
She cheers me up with her simple talk
With showers of love she blesses my way
Then to an unspoken God, why do I pray?

Her heart pumps at my smallest defeat
A touch of her makes worries fleet
Tired with the world and the naughty fray
Than to an untouched God, Why do I pray?

“Mother” not just a word, but a world with in
The women, the inspiration, who makes me win
I bow NOT to the entities of stone or clay
To “The Mother “, my God,
I always bow, I always pray

Be Mine ...

I realized stars do shine...
Only after, I saw your gorgeous smile.

I felt the Ocean is really deep...
When I knew your Heart & the dreams u keep.

I found that flames really burn...
The touch of your lips made me learn.

The Music I thought I never found...
It’s in your hair, that make a silent sound.

I wonder why, the butterflies bother you a lot
You got the fragrance more than what the roses have got

From the starting of this world to the Eternity,
I wish u always stay in my lifeMake it beautiful as ever & forever Be Mine

Beautiful Eyes

A Beautiful world, I see in your Eyes
Everything I find, a lovely day and a wonderful Night
There are clouds, with showers of love
And there are stars all above
A garden, I find, full of flowers, butterflies and bees
There are fruits of my dreams blooming on the trees
There is a sun shining so bright
Turning my life from darkness to light
Not even in heaven I wish to go, after my life
I wanna stay in these beautiful Eyes