ONENESS IN US

The moon from above our head,
Looks straight on to my face,
Your face as well at the same time,
Kisses my forehead with it's beam,
And does the same with you as well,
Making me feel your touch,your kiss,your lips,
With warmness,closeness and full of love,
And never allowing me to feel deserted,
Even though you are far off me.

The air comes touching your hair,
Your clothings, your breath,
Caring with her your fragrance,
And the news of your well-being,
Soothing my heart,taking away my worry,
 Answering to my anxiety about you,
And never allowing me to feel sad,
Even though I am unable to see you.

The oceans, the rivers, the ponds evaporate,
To take the shape of rain water,
Wets you and me may be at different times,
Cools my body and mind with your sweat in it,
Marginalising my thirst of getting you in my arms,
And never allowing me to feel broken,
Even though you are not in my lap.

The soil on which we both live now,
Even though away from each other physically,
Is and will remain one and the same,
Will make us united when we would mingle in to it,
As we were before we came to this earth,
Living together happily  in God's bosom,
The moon,the air,this water just carrying away His orders,
Of keeping us close and intimate as ever.

Future thoughts.

We owe to our earth, it's nature,
Our life ,our existence,
But never think about repaying the debts,
That we incur from the day we begin our journey,
As a seed in her womb, till the end of our lives.

We owe to the air,
The oxygen we inhale,
The carbon dioxide we exhale,
But never ponder about maintaining its purity,
Rather carelessly cause pollution,
For our growth, our comforts.

We owe to the water,
Each minute, each hour we live,
But what we pay back in return ?
Drain our dirt,  poisonous industrial wastes,
And our garbage in to it,
Waste water mindlessly.

We owe to the nature, it's treasure,
All the animate and inanimate objects,
Something or the other for our life style,
And every now and then we explore,
I  should say we devour them,
As our birth right of being a big brother,
But never consider our duties,
Towards preserving and keeping them in shape.

 We hoard weapons of mass destructions,
Chemical and biological to kill to ourselves,
Our nature, the habitation and its habitants,
For supremacy and for ego and vanity,
In the name of patriotism and nationality. 

We talk of universal brotherhood from above our throat,
Sadly but truly not  from inside of our heart,
Thus by deceiving to none but to ourselves,
And to God who had loved to create us.

Our such indifferent attitude, 
Silly and reckless behaviour,
Towards our great benefactors and even towards ourselves,
Would sure cause our end one day,
And we will be responsible for all that.

Hence let us wake up now,
Before it's too late, 
Control and guide our conduct,
Become serious about their well-being,
Which is in fact our own future !!!!

THE DUSTBIN

Its me on whom all of you leave,
Things wasted and worn out you have.
                              I accept the garbage to make the environment clear,
                              For that the words "Use me " on my body I bear.
But on anyone I become neither  annoyed nor sad,
For leaving  in my stomach all things dirty and bad.
                            As everyone on earth is assigned for different acts,
                            By God the creator, hence no shame to do that..
All on the earth are equals none big none  small,
Vital is how efficiently one carries out one's allotted role.
                             I want just some heart  to share,
                              I carry dirt for you  but you least care.
To regard me and understand my import,
I afflict witnessing your rude and reproachful conduct.
             But I  know well the significance and worth of my life,,
             For doing this petty job I  have no pain ,no grief..
Come ahead , give your hand ,let us make the whole world clean,
To make life  happy,  healthy and long for all human beings.
                    I love to  serve and make things bright and good,
                     As service to the mankind is service to God.

A SUMMER MORNING IN SINI

It's a summer morning in the mid of May,
Chilly night before a badly hot day.(1)
With rising sun in the Sini's sky ,
It's a distinct morning as I open eye (2)
Rain drops come from window aperture,
And too through half open wooden door(3)
I glance through the door while sitting on my bed
To the serpentine road and hostel ground(4)
I hear a sound of sim, sim, sim,
As with the the trees soft breeze play and sing.(5)
At times thunder makes roaring sound
With sparking of lightning all around.(6)
The sky is painted half dark and half gray,
With a beautiful rainbow in the western sky.(7)
I sat down near the door on an armed chair,
To sip a cup of tea amidst dash of rain water.(8)
It's nice experience and charming impact,
Where ever I would go I never forget.(7)

THE FIGHTER

As a result of some adolescent stirring of teen age,
Excessive intoxication,indisciplined food habits,
Ignorance,  careless and carried away life style,
Certain deficits and defects created in her physical mechanism,
Or one can say a monster entered in to and seized her body.

The monster wanted arbitrariness over her life,
To carry out its vicious acts and  mischievous intentions.
 It molested different stings of her inner organs,at different times,
At times hammering, or stinging  with hundred needles,
Or igniting fire even inside the bone marrow  or in the blood stream.

It did all efforts to strand her mind and soul ,
Inside her body and obstruct her thought process,
It wished to control the compass of her brain,
And to direct the flow of her thought focused only towards her body,
 Without leaving any time or mind for peace.

She was paying heavily for the blunders of her past,
Like everyone having casual approach towards life in early days,
Pays forcefully and definitely in an after age.

But her soul revolted and forced it to lie low,
With her raised will power and positive outlook,
And she succeeded to make her soul roam outside her body,
Among this beautiful world, love, happiness, her bearings, her friends
Undermining the pain she was going through the great lady,
She marched ahead to collect small patches of pleasures among pain,
And created poetries with the combination.

THE ONLY TRUTH

We have born here , here we will die one day ,
Whatsoever actions we make in our way.
                          We will live as long as our life line stress,
                           With approaching happiness or distress.
Whatsoever social status may have you ,
Will you be able to baffle death which is true ?
                           We for the beauty and youth become proud,
                            Will not it cease one day by the hint of God ?
Worldly wealth that we people posses,
Will never prevent us from death sentences.
                            Wife , son, daughter, brother,sister or any other,
                             Would never hold our hand and make us immortal forever.
We may become proud that so famous are we,
Will this popularity make us from death's clutches free
                           Warriors,dictators and  mighty rulers of this earth,
                           Were they able to avoid and survived from death's wrath.
We have seen Prophet Jesus, Muhammad, Buddha on this earth,
Were these pious souls did not face death ?
                          Whatever power or position or wealth may you have,
                           Will not be able to buy for you a permanent life.
We at the end of our life sure will meet death,
Which is of-course the first and only truth. 

THE UNIQUE

Not necessitous of extol,
You are the queen of beauty ,
Lively and plentiful of youth and exuberance
A conoclast of modesty like sixteenth century women,
Self-respecting in nature,
Thus hesitant to confront me ,
Feel shy and go away on being praised,
Though I do not ever admire unworthy,
And you do not need to be flattered.

Hard  from outside like coconut,
But soft and sweet in your heart,
Your voice melodious like a cuckoo,
Singing in spring time from a distance,
Praying and begging attention of her lover.
Cautious, careful and miser to talk,
But open out your heart when you speak,
A smile hangs  on your lips,
In reply to many of my words,
As many of me often replied by a few.

Anger comes explosively,unprovoked but I know,
It is always fake, superficial and showy,
Due to deep love for me in you ,
And huge belief in my love for you,
When you want a bit coaxing from me,
Or may be just for some fun.
I  do not hesitate to butter you,
You too it seems stays mentally prepared,
 To surrender to my supplication.

To search a compare of you
Would be imbecility on my part,
Only you are the match of yourself,
As you are the only one and unique under the sun.