A RELIGION

My religion, the one showed to me by my parents,
And the one  that I saw  in my periphery,
When each knowledge was shared to me,
When the whole world was introduced to me,
When the blank hard disk of my brain was fed ,
With the files of informations and guidelines,
When the way suitable for my life was taught,
I learned to follow a belief that called my religion.

I forgot to ask Him, His name ,
God, Allah, Buddha,  Krishna or anything else,
He too forgot to tell me His name,
I forgot how He looked  like,
When He sent me to this earth,
Hence I regard all the beliefs, religions as equals,
And never get in to silly duals like some of them,
"Mine one is better, mine one is greater."

I know my span of life is too small, 
And I am ignorant and unwise enough,
To reach to any conclusion myself,
To assess His greatness and vastness,
Then who am I to say what is right and what is wrong ?
And argue over it or try to impose my judgement ?
May be they who fight for it do not know Him well,
Or may be they do not really believe Him at all.    

LOVE ALL

The earth is my home,the sky is my roof ,
All of them my fellow human beings,
Irrespective of colour, religion and nationality,
Despite being different in their food habits, costume ,life style,
Are my brothers and sisters, so I love them all.

The colours of  skin, food habits, costumes, life style ?
Depend up on the geography and nativity of the man,
Hence it is unwise to get  into any duals for these difference,
And unsettle  peace and destabilize process of life of others
And is undoubtedly an insult to God who created us all.

Nationality, its artificial lines we drew,
For the convenience of the society,
And as per certain geographical compulsions,
But the vibration of our heart, reaction of our emotions,
Are equal and not different by any means at all. 

Religion, I got to know of my parents,
And too from the society I live in,
They said this is the shape of God, I believed,
These are the ways to worship and trust, I did that,
They suggested a way and I followed them.

I forgot to ask Him who He is,  did you ask ?
He forgot to tell me His name, did He tell you ?
If one says yes, then is he/she not lying ?
All of you got it from home, just like me,
And too from the holy books we trust and care to read.

Unconfined to any I go through them all,
The holy books of knowledge that were available,
They teach us one and the same thing to all,
Love for our brethren, care of His creation,
Living as per conscience, respecting other's emotions. 

Life is too short to love and live in peace,
Do not understand when some find time to be in fight,
Neither God nor holy books advocate violence,
Its ignorance of  and distrust  on Him that opens this way,
A door to hell, away from God, away from  heaven.

THE RUN

Life is not just a catwalk for me,
Neither about slicing butter with a sharp knife,
Nor is a bed of roses for comfort,
Rather it is a series of hurdles and obstacles, 
And it is about  sweating and bleeding,
Shouldering huge stones of responsibilities,
Struggling to come out successful to the expectations,
Of those who depend,rely, trust on me.

I am running and crossing milestones after milestones,
Ceaselessly thinking that the coming one is the last one,
After which I will have the privilege to take rest,
Relax, enjoy my days and eat the fruit of my sweat,
But stunningly I see there is one more ahead,
Willingly or against my mind, my old-ageing body,
I required to cross past that too. 

I feel exhausted a bit running on the same track,
Tired and shaken in to some extent chasing the goals,
The body not cooperating and responding to mind as earlier,
But I will never pause or stop anywhere and leave the race,
Because I do not like to be beaten and I am a positive man,
I will never  lie low near the responsibilities I think God bestowed me.

I know one day I will cease to run any more,
The day my death will have the last laugh,
And some roads will still  remain uncovered,
Some pillars, goals will be left unachieved,
But not the death,  I will feel proud,
That I have the job done as per my capabilities,
And to my satisfactions, within my limitations.

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)