Last wish

Let me sleep this night to never awake next morning,
Oh god bless me that exit which I am most deservingly begging.

God will prevail

when there was nothing God was there,
God will prevail when there will be nothing,
To recreate one more earth may be elsewhere,
To fulfill that with selfish souls only from this sphere.

God will prevail.

when there was nothing God was there,
God will prevail when there will be nothing,
To recreate one more earth may be elsewhere,
To fulfill that with selfish souls only from this sphere.

TAKE ME AWAY

 You have blessed my life with everything,

My soul is at contentment and free from longings.

Now I am waiting eagerly for the pleasant reunion,

With my eternal owner, in my perpetual habitation.

In the drama of life, my role as a human is finished,

Withdraw me from the stage whenever you wish.

I never beseech in life anything from anyone but you,

And you too had never broken my firm faith in you.

Relying on that deep affection of yours, I place a plea,

Before I suffer from diseases and am bedridden, take away me.

Break the sequence of my breath with a jerk while I am asleep

 I do not want to be a burden on anyone but you until I am alive.

BLOCKED CLOCK

My life has become a blocked clock,

Stopped fetching date, hour and minute’s knock.

Purposelessly hanging on the wall of the earth,

Waiting to be disposed into the dustbin of death.

Its battery, your love exhausted,

Your smiles and words, its wheels halted.

Make it alive with your majestic presence,

Insert the battery that it earnestly prays.

I shall sing for you a melody of tik tik tik,

Prove my precious presence in your life.

CLINGING ON TO MY BREATH

Life has become still, monotonous and pungent,

I am just hanging on to my breath, existing not enjoying it.

My thoughts, imaginations erased out of my brain,

The vacuum is filled with tears, frustration, and pain.

It’s now devoid of hope, pleasure, vibration,

And I lost a purpose to live, a desire to go on.

Have you ever seen a man returned home

After a prolonged treatment uncured?

As his doctors became clueless and disease incurable,

Have you seen his wait for the inevitable?

If not, then see me, your patient,

Counting my days, praying god for an easy exit. 

You are the lone healer, my doctor,

I relied on you, on your demeanor,

Come back and bring my life to motion,

Treat me with your guidance and medication.

Only your magic touch can give me a comeback,

Put my derailed life back on the pleasure’s track.

IN THE AUDITORIUM

Our eyes met each other,

As I entered through the auditorium door,

A ray of smile spread over my lips in adoration,

Yours too parted in affirmation.

The excitement of your heart,

And your vow to veil it at any cost,

Was Unable to avoid my vision,

As it was apparent from your expressions.

Your snow-white cheeks turned crimson,

Borrowing the scarlet color from the morning sun.

Nostrils began to respire unusually faster,

Swallowing words of the sentences you uttered.

Mesmerized by the radiance of your person,

My eyes got fixed in your direction,

At times unwillingly I withdrew it from the action,

 To maintain a decency in the congregation.

Your stealthily peeping at my direction,

Created a torrent of lightning in my vein,

You withdrew on being caught in your action,

Delivering a mute smile of excuse in return.

There were a lot of noises in the theater,

Artists displayed their artistry one after another,

But only your honeyed voice reached my ears,

The rest of the world did not matter for your lover.

On reaching home, one of my friends inquired,

“How was the show? What you did?”

I humbled, “She was there, I saw her, she saw me, that was all,

Nothing else to say, nothing else I can recall”

INCREDIBLE EARTH

                                     

                                              I

You fill life-sustaining air all over your atmosphere,

Indiscriminately for all your children to respire.

Grow trees and creepers rending your heart,

Decorate yourself with leaves, flowers and fruits.

Create oceans sharing your body into parts,

Flow rivers shading lines on your soft crust.

Rotate around the sun to give us various seasons

To split day from night you spin around your axis.

Embellish your roof with the moon and stars,

To illuminate our nights with dazzling protectors.

You make every possible effort to fulfill our needs

That an affectionate mother provides to her kids.

When we take so much as our rights from your treasure,

We must be judicious in our duties towards our mother.

                                             II

Oh Mother! We owe you for all those you present us,

But are we grateful for your blessings and efforts?

We poison her environment; injure her generous structure,

 By testing chemical and biological warheads in her core.

In order to dominate over each other in mutual enmity,

Oppress and exploit our brethren  for our false vanity.

Rapid industrialization is no doubt essential for our progress,

But we do not care about proper disposal of toxic thrashes.

We flush them away irresponsibly in life supporting water,

Dump them in open and leave them to pollute the air.

Unscrupulously   deforest, sloppily use natural resources,

And eliminate various life forms for our short-term gains 

                                               III

Oh incredible mother earth, our lone shelter, sole benefactor,

We are ungrateful in behavior, selfish in attitude and reckless in nature.

Forgive us, as we know not that a mother can never be substituted,

It’s unlikely to discover or invent another asylum for us, the ill-fated.

We do not harm you; destroy you in our casual behavior,

We chop our own root, dig our own grave, and spoil our own future.

Be successful

My birdie flies with perfection in a nice direction,

Of her choice, potentiality and specialization.

The success stories and fame kiss her feet,

The zenith of the sky becomes her limit.

Now, from another route blows a cold draft,

Her unstable soul likes to ride over it.

She prepares to change her course of flight,

Wish to get the taste of a new light and the unseen fate.

Undoubtedly, I trust her wisdom and discretion,

But I feel insecure about her flight of the unknown region.

I do not trust the motives and honesty of the winds of the sky,

It might be deviating my tiny birdie from her success ways.

I fear the dubious cold wind take my innocent princess,

Into a distress of failure from a heaven of success.

Wish you to keep open your eyes and ears to situations

Safeguard your interests and maintain your distinctions.

Hope there is no cyclone of treachery waylaying you any corner,

Pray you don’t suffer for your simplicity and emotional nature.

Let your sky always glow with success and pleasure,

Your ways be comfortable and full of adventure.

BURY ME LIVE

I do not know to create Taj Mahal of fake emotions,

All my works are for you and are relics of true devotion.

If you do not believe or like my devotion for thee,

And wish to go away or stay aloof or get rid of me.

Then I am presenting myself, bury me live in your backyard,

As you cannot stop otherwise free fly of your lover bird.

But before that, stitch my mouth in unbreakable nylon string,

As it may hurl your sweet name restlessly from within.

Wrap my humble heart tight in strips of tape carefully,

So that it stops throbbing for you continuously.

Your lover’s eye sockets bear immense water in them,

Concrete the grave to stop them from creating mayhem.

Do not keep it to yourself or bury in the grave my book,

Do not burn it either, flush the idiotic thing in a brook.

Do not ever contemplate, regret, repent or cry for me,

My soul will lose its peace in a single drop of tears from thee.

Continue writing love songs as if nothing had happened,

Forget me, I am a misfit for the age, I deserve this end.

Stay blessed, feel free, be happy, dance and rejoice,

Reach to the zenith of glory and glamour in my absence.

YOU ARE MY POEM

You are the poem, I read with deep passion,

 Before I scribble some words, as a humble submission.

I do not deliberately rehearse your thought in my soul,

In fact, you seize my heart and drive my pen at will.

When you reluctantly move towards my direction,

Words, metaphors begin to crawl inside my brain.

When you deliver a candid smile on my words,

My imagination gets winged and flies high as birds.

When you wink, my heart experiences a huge tremor,

Pen oozes out magma of splendid emotions on the paper.

Now tell me should I say, “You are in my poem”,

Better to admit the facts that “You are my poem”.

TEARS OF AN ARTIFICER

Each time when the words proclaiming your fame,

Floated through the air, dashed into his eardrum,

His inner being felt triumphant and got ecstatic,

Tears automatically rolled down his cheeks,

As a testimony of contentment and pleasure,

Of a dedicated aficionado and a sincere artificer.

His heart flashes back to the past occurrences,

When he applied, chisel-hammer on your countenance,

To beautify your idol and the instruments hit harder,

On his own soul and injured deeper his own core.

He recalled how he painted you with colors of his emotions,

Using the brush of his heart with utmost honest devotions.

He reminded the time when he was smiling with contentment,

Witnessing a smile on your face and toiled to make it more radiant.

He cleaned off the tears in the pretension of wiping sweat,

Before it came to the notice of the massive turnout,

To avoid it from being understood as the tears of a lover,

As they were, the pearls of ‘dream come true’ of an artificer

Whose soul lives and dies with the success of his art,

Smiles and cries with the fortune of his artifact.

Yes, I am always with you

Yes, I am always with you,

As I know the day, I will go away from you,

My life will become colorless and monotonous,

Squirm in the grip of embarrassment and sorrow.

Like the misfortune of a young isolated widow.

The hours of my days will drown,

In the bottomless gloom of depression and plight,

Having no probability and hope of a rescue from it.

My nights will become infinite sleepless wait,

Of your unlikely arrival, care, chat and grin,

Like the prospects of cool breeze amidst midsummer noon.

My eyes will persistently bleed its socket juice,

Devastating my happiness, growth and prosperity in it.

Like a stormy night takes its toll on an ill-fated planet.

I will become a patient, who lost his hope,

Of survival even with proper medication and care,

Counting his days in the clutch of the last stage of cancer.

I am still with you

Do not ask dearest, whether I am still with you or not,

It’s absurd like asking whether water flows downwards or not.

You inquire whether the sun rises from the east or west,

You have a doubt whether the moon parts cool light or hot.

You have seen hundreds of poems in your loving memory

Are these complements not enough to satisfy your query?

See the reflections of the colors in my ‘spectrum of rainbow’,

And in droplet of your rhyme of rain you will get to know.

You are woman, must be using mirror many times every day,

Use one different once to see my heart you will get the reply.

You went away due to misunderstandings many times from me,

But do I ever for a single minute turn my face away from thee?

Whenever you came back, I welcomed you with much exhilaration,

With more warmth, more enthusiasm, more respect, more adoration.

Beyond doubt, you are my lovely today and gracious morrow,

I am, I will be with you let come my way pleasure or sorrow.

I did not come to you for fun, flirt or pleasure pursuit,

I am still with you, will ever be with you to worship your heart.

I am always with you

You told me once that we are the ever-loving soul mates,

The two air objects intertwined on that very date,

No one of us can bifurcate the once mingled air,

No pledge or planning will succeed to separate true lovers.

Physical distance cannot be counted as separation,

The earth is too weak to cause between our souls a division,

People try unsuccessfully to build walls between souls,

The history is its evidence that they got their gruel.

The reflection on the mirror of my core would never alter,

With the time it will intensify with more luster,

He changes the path that does not have a bold intention,

I would prefer to perish than to divert away from my vision.

THE SHINNING STAR

Ages ago, I split away from the orbit of a shining young star,

Lost in the infinite gloomy space of this vast star-cluster.

Roam homeless, restless carrying a hope in my heart,

To meet a heavenly body one day for my last resort.

I came across many stars having no candor in their lights,

Or power in their gravitational pull to tie me on their orbits.

I did not see a vibration on their surface for my isolation,

Or a soft corner in their cores to shelter a rejected orphan.

Neither I saw a worthy star that I could have accepted as a center,

Nor I visualized a keen soul, which could have adopted me as her orbiter.

From a thousand miles away, I saw one-day glimmer of a light,

As you were twinkling and inviting me with your glamour bright,

My rays of hope trace yours amidst the gloom of despair,

I tied my thread of gravitational power with that of yours,

The vibe in our core insisted our yearnings to be connected,

And eliminate each other’s solitude, fulfill our common need.

You were an overarching, jovial, adorable but lonely star,

So we get together, roam in unison and satisfy our desire.

If your gravitational pull becomes feeble or ineffective any day,

I trust my own will power to cling firmly on to you all your way

I will never split off from the path of my omnipotent sun,

Not allow anyone to detach me from my alluring fortune.

I will continue to rotate until there is a single vibe left in me,

And sing your glory until the mighty time swallows my entity.

The successful girl 2

It seems as if there is a celebration in the family unit,

The gathering, whispers and smiles are indicative of that.

Why not? The glow of the household is giving family a great fame,

As the first woman to put foot on the Mars, she enrolls her name.

Neighbors throng around the television set eagerly,

The old teacher is cleaning his glass with a hankie impatiently.

The proud father occupies an armchair at the front,

The mother stands behind him holding the backrest.

None seem interested in the introductory narration,

Eyes and ears are anxious to hear and see their adoring person.

Here flashes on the screen, portrait of the awaited familiar face,

Her words crawl on the screen, speech heard in her excited voice.

The whole room sinks into silence to grab each word she states,

Enjoy the juice through the ears in order to digest them in the hearts.

She announces her love towards the nation on the first occasion,

Then gives the credit of her success to her beau and his inspiration.

The faces of the neighbors turn pale and they leave the room one by one,

Each one gazing into the other’s eye trying to read each other’s brain.

Leaving three persons behind delighted reflecting smiles on their face,

“Congratulations, I am proud of my child” the teacher breaks the silence.

“Today I have become successful as a teacher and conquered the planet,

The earth is too short for her success, the sky was her limit.”

“I am excited to see her fly high from the ground,” proclaims her father

“How hard she worked my little girl all throughout her career”

“When she will be back? Why you sent her so far?” inquired her mother,

“She is so helpless without me, who would be taking care of her there?”

No one bothered that she had not uttered a single word in their appreciation,

Their affection was undisturbed by her ungratefulness and free from expectation

NOTE---.We need to teach our children to regard parents and teachers in the first instance and then others; in fact, they themselves will be parents one day. You, my honorable readers decide whether she was right or wrong. . It is a story though, but I try to summarize the social behavior of some young and literate people and their attitude towards their parents and teachers. I may please be forgiven if I am wrong.

Winner

When you feel the essence of defeat, you strike back with more power, the winning is yours.