WOMEN

 We all are women, you, me, he she and they all of us,

 Like floras and faunas, mountains and rivers,

 The moon, the sun, the whole universe,

 Except some structural difference, biological variation,

 We are all part of the nature, His feminine creation.

 Unwrap the cover of this biological portion, this structural variation,

 Which is subject to childhood, youth, old age and decay,

 Which is subject to happiness, sorrow, greed, jealousy, anger,

 The same soul will come out naked in all of us.

  Identify it with gender, caste, color, nation, religion,

  Is it confined to any? Certainly not, no structure, no texture.

  

  The only male is the creator, Krishna who inserted soul in the nature,

  Who created a woman through another woman.

  Lo behold do you think I am propagating an ism?

  No, not all I am no fool to make difference in souls,

  I am no ignorant to see a difference in their beliefs, worships,

  They are fit and fine there wherever and however they are.

  

   Religions, cults, beliefs are like rivers reaching ocean,

  The ocean named supreme soul, Paramatma, God, Allah, 

  Name Him as you wish, worship Him as you please,

   Sail your way through any river, as you like,

   No silly conflict about it, no beastly fight about it,

  You will reach the ocean one day and will meet all women there,

   More significantly, you will see the master there,

  In His harem, the harem of souls, all women, that's the truth.

 Accepting the facts that He is your ultimate destination, only love,

  Why not to love Him now, on your way through to Him?

Love Him like you love your beloved, with all your heart.

Thorn

I intended to hand you over a rose,
Believe me, I don't know how a thorn pierced into your heart.

THE MOON AND ITS EARTH

The moon vowed to revolve around the earth and part his light,

Of cooling sensation with her unstopped all throughout the night.

For both of them, it was fun making, merry going and exciting ways,

Until all on a sudden, the she rudely ordered him to go out of her sky.

She told him to stop travelling, set early and go out that night,

Maybe too much drizzle of light dazzled and disturbed her sight.

Maybe she is so great and enriched of many artificial luminaries,

And was confident of not feeling his absence at least for some centuries.

Maybe artificial illuminations lured her to brief allure, untrue enthrallment,

Her being so naive, ingenue rely and follow them for more enchantment.

But being her only moon how he could have gone out of her life, outright,

The string of gravitational force of love holds him with her tight.

He knows, he parts his lights, buoyancy, emotions only with her,

And cannot be disloyal, disrespectful by doing that to another.

Natural light, true love cannot have an alternative, a changeover,

Therefore, he cannot desert her in their company, reliance forever.

He knows she could not be away for long and ignore forever his thing,

As well as his sincere, selfless contribution, honest and great offerings.

Moreover, he trusts when he is in truth, divinity and purity of love,

Sooner or later, she will understand his worth and the significance he deserves.

Hence, he stayed unmoved behind the cloud waiting for her disillusionment,

Until she invited greeted him with more vigorous love and allurement.

Neither true love goes out of mind nor did lovers quit loving on being out of sight,

Momentary aloofness intensified the love and passion for each other in their hearts.

THE BEST CREATION

With much enthusiasm, deep passion, I assembled all colors,

And tried to paint a portrait of my princess on a paper,

But the canvas was too petty a thing to contain her grandeur,

Moreover, to rake up her beauty and radiance the colors lack caliber.

I searched dictionaries, encyclopedias and in all possible counters,

To pick adjectives to narrate her quality, relate her nature,

But no language contains enough of them to befit my lover,

 And satisfy my thirst of rhapsodizing what I witness in her.

I tested each musical instrument to match her utter,

Failing to find equivalent in them, I probe into the nature,

But no species or inanimate possesses that sweetness, that enamor,

As melodious, thrilling and unique as in the ruler of my heart feature.

Maybe god the magician has used his entire mind, might at leisure,

To produce the best art in order to establish his creative power,

Or was in a mood to appease and impress his eternal uxor,

And must be convinced and confident that she is the best of his atelier.

I know I am not a poet, not an artist not knowledgeable enough either,

And so is none on earth worthy and capable enough to appreciate her,

Nothing on earth is at par with her altitude in nature, caliber and texture,

As she is the best woman, a unique and unrepeatable act of the creator.

RAKHI, the bond of love

Immortal Yamuna waits for her mighty brother Yama this day once a year,
To get together and tie on his hand a Rakhi, the sacred colorful woven fiber.

Maa Laxmi made Bali a brother to free Vishnu from being captivated in His own boon forever,
Draupadi tied a piece of cloth on the wounded hand of Krishna that made him her brother.

Commemorating those mythological happenings, corroborating the bond of affection,
Sisters tie rakhi on the wrists of their brothers as a bond of love as well as protection
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With much enthusiasm, immense emotions they pre-plan  this day to be together,
To share their heart, make merry, remind their pleasant past and chalk out their future.

She desires success, growth, prosperity and good health for him, holds him in her prayer,
Smiles with his pleasure, cries in his pain, feels lifted in his success, downcast in his failure.

Pradipta on this great occasion, have a wish, a demand, an oath from all brothers,

Treat other women with the same affection and respect as you give to your own sister.

Before falling prey to beastly instincts and sabotaging a life, close your eyes and thank God,

That He had made you human and not a slave of body but a master of a beautiful mind.

Before doing down in your character, get up to see the pleasure of respecting someone,

And getting respect, applaud, trust of the society, huge mental satisfaction in return.

The period and volume of pleasure one get out of inflicting pain or sorrow to others is small,

Whereas the curse of a soul, the sufferings for such misdeeds, inhuman acts, sins is ample

Doing a favor to someone, causing a smile on a face gives infinite pleasure and satisfaction

Every offence has a punishment, good deed a reward, I leave it on you what you wish to earn. 

UNARGUABLE

                              How can I answer the questions my flower asks me?
                                  "Why I like her color, texture and odor?
                                 Why my smiles and tears whirl around her?
                                                     Why I love her?"

                                     How is the question of my cloud for me?
                                        "Why her rainwater wets my eyes?
                                          Why when she is dry, I become shy?
                                                       Why for her I cry?"

                                   How could I reply to the queries of my moon?
                               "Why my heart vibrates with the approach of night?
                                    Why her smooth, cool light soothes my spirit?
                                                    Why to her I appreciate?"

                                     I know questions may not be the perfect response,
                                     However, I rely on them to give her some evidence.

                                      "Oh flower, can you stop spreading your scent?
                                        Also not allow your beauty to reach  my sight?"

                                 "Oh cloud can your water be devoid of cooling sensation?
                                And can you stop them from igniting the fire of my emotions?"

                                      "Oh moon, can your light be not alluringly pleasant?
                                And can you prevent them from streaming into my segment?"

                       I admit I can not justify or prove my devotion and obsession for you,
                            But it is there and will be there and it will always remain true.
                        Feelings, emotions, vibration of our hearts are natural and spontaneous,
                          They are mutual, co-related, unarguable and beyond the control of us.
                     If still unsatisfied, ask God why he made my heart so sensitive and so soft,
                    And you so attractive, generous, amicable, humble, classy perfect and great.   

THE PEACOCK DANCE

Mid-rainy season jungle washed in green is looking bountiful and youthful,
Wet leaves, fragrance and beauty of flowers are making the air racy and colorful.

Shrubs spring up like perfunctorily sprouted beards of a penurious old man,
It is as if the floras are competing with each other to reach the heaven.

The roof of the jungle is shadowed by the dread dark clouds,
Even in this midday it seems the evening has already approached.

Through the fissures of the roof of the trees filtering little droplets of rain water,
Reaching the shed leaves on the ground they echo pitter-patter pitter-patter.

Tweeters of birds are showing their restlessness on being wet in the shower,
Intermittent fierce sounds of wild animals is creating horrifying silence all over.

The love-thirsty peacock is neither worried nor distracted by these alarming peals,
A heart laden with the desire of love and romance neglect and ignores such obstacles. 

He recognizes the murmuring sound coming out of the cluster of the bushes,
Where a fascinated peahen, is sole goal is waiting in hiding to witness his dashes.

More beauteous than his female counterpart, he is inebriated by this much awaited rain,
And wishes to impress and seduce her through his dance, noises for a love-union.

He lifts, spreads and vibrates his fancy tail feathers fast and furious with huge rustling sound,
Gives loud and raucous voice to his call while tapping ferociously his feet on the ground.

His iridescent blue feathers of neck and sumptuous black feathers of his crown,
Quivering of the colorful eye-spots all are meant to entice the peahen. 

As an encouragement the sky begins to beat the drums of its thunder,
And lighten the arena with lightning to glorify and beautify the caper.

His eyes begins to overflow with tears, maybe that is a part of his feat,
She comes out of the hidings and starts to drink them and fulfill her thirst.

Tears too can bring happiness though incongruous and unbelievable to hear,
But its a fact that is evident and proven in case of this peahen here.

The atmosphere get electrified with the hissing sound of the pair,
Its excitement, enjoyment, rejoicing , dancing, romancing all over here.

The courtship dance ended with the loss of gorgeous tail feathers for him,
Instead it give delight of putting foundation of a new generation for both of them.