sdtiwari: August 2011

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

The Statue Maker (published in 'The Indian' Sydney)

The Statue Maker

The death angels came to take a soul,

But the whole game appeared to be foul.

Thirteen alike persons standing in queue,

The real one, they wanted, there’s no clue.

Angels confused, whose soul they’ll take;

‘God’ will never forgive, if they mistake.

In fact, the skilled and clever statue maker,

Could carve one’s sculpture, truly similar.

The carver was very confident of his art;

‘Why should not use it for me’, he thought.

He had made twelve statues alike to him,

Virtually, he put his soul, in making them.

Statues were so perfect, looked like alive;

Though breathless but none could realise.

When came to take his soul, angels of death;

He stood amongst those, stopping his breath.

Angels couldn’t identify him; returned in vain.

Reaching the god, full story they explained.

‘Single such person made, records ascertain’,

The angry ‘God’ told, and sent them again.

This time the angels came, a plan prepared;

Watching statues carefully, they murmured-

‘Wav! an excellent work, but done a mistake!’

Listening such comment, he shook like quake

Stunned statue maker, immediately did react

And surprisingly yelled!, ‘where is the mistake?’

Where the mistake was, angels understood,

Soul of the great carver, very easily they took.

RETURN MY CHILDHOOD

If I get a chance to bargain

Will beg the Almighty again;

‘O God! If thy really could

Give me back my childhood.

I want back my those days,

Innocent acts and plays,

Tricky games and cycle race,

Showing friends masked face,

Digging pits in soil of land,

Drawing sketches in the sand,

Running after the butterflies,

Watching planes in the sky,

Playing with the puppy,

In parties becoming happy,

Hopping in the streets

Going to buy sweets,

Doing things not known to me,

At times crawling on knees,

After school watching cartoons,

Little sleeps in the afternoons,

Doing independent activities,

Free from all responsibilities,

Free from all kind of tensions,

Asking confound questions.’

Childhood is morning of life

From here life begins thrive;

No hardness, no tough heat,

Childhood is innocent n neat.

‘Return my childhood,
O God! if thy could.’

MOUNT KUNCHENJUNGA

Till its bright, till one’s sight,

It’s all white, it’s all white.

Silver flakes have covered,

Or billion tonnes milk is poured;

From here, clouds look down,

It is my Country’s Crown.

Cloth of snow is spread

and Snowy is the run,

Rocks & plants have to wait,

Months, to see the sun;

Snowy mountain wearing

snowy gown,

It is my country’s crown.

The horizon turns golden

In the morning Sun rays,

Springs fall shouting

Give me the way;

A place, like Angel’s town,

It is my country’s crown.

The God’s unique architect,

Beyond one’s belief;

Creatures stepping here,

Surely get relief;

A Wonder place, nature has grown;

It is my country’s crown.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Till it's bright, till one’s sight,

It’s all white, it’s all white.

Silver flakes have covered,

Or billion tonnes milk poured;

From here, clouds look down,

That's Australia's Crown.

Vast snowy sheet is spread

and Snowy is the run,

Rocks & plants are to wait,

Months, to see the sun;

Snowy mountain wearing

the large snowy gown,

That's Australia's crown.

The horizon turns golden

in the morning Sun rays,

The springs fall shouting

give us the clear way;

A place, like Angel’s town,

That's Australia's crown.

The God’s unique architect,

beyond any one’s belief;

Creatures step down here

and surely get relief;

A wonder place, nature grown;

Kosciuszko Australia's crown.

Learning from nature (Published in The Indian, Sydney)

Lessons from nature

Learn to smile

From the beautiful Flower

Falling Springs tell us

Fall to generate power.

The Ocean shouts to

Have depth in thought

The little Ant tells

Dear! always work hard.

Swaying Waves say

Fill you with enthusiasm

Clouds say spread so much

Cover the world by arms.

Trees state be evergreen

Give shelter to others

Go on marching unto aim

Flowing river utters.

Mountain tells to rise

Up above the globe

Earth speaks have patience

Despite heavy load.

Rock says to stay firm

On your decision

Rain say wash the dirt

In each and every season.

Debt and Effect

Debt and effect

Do you like to do what you like,

Have dream to live luxurious life,

Buy a car, house or household,

Have planning to tour the world

Or want to own valuables, then flaunt,

Taking mate shopping or restaurant,

Short of money? Loan makes it easy.

Credit card can make you more crazy.

Though this truth is well accepted

Most of rich men are highly indebted.

But when you will realise its effect

Immediately say good bye to debt.

Pay heavy interest on the principals,

Receive agent’s debt collection calls.

In debt your mental peace is lost,

Miss planning and opportunity cost.

Your mind always loaded with tension

How to clear loan? Asking the question

Go for another loan or curtails expense

How fast repay and get out of the mess

Major earning is lost in paying interest

I feel, remaining debt free is the best.

God has given...

God has given

water to drink

If any one sinks what to do?

God has given land

To grow the crop

If don’t drop seed what to do?

God has given fire

To cook your feast

If burn in heat what to do?

God has given wood

To make the shelter good

If don’t have mood what to do?

God has given sun

To make the world bright

If don’t want light what to do?

God has given brain

To train the life

If drain the ideals what to do?

Messages of Geeta

Messages of Geeta

1. Why to worry, nothing is in your control;

God will do the best, let it roll, the way it rolls.

2. Whatever is happening, it is action of God,

Nothing can happen, unless desire of the Lord.

3. Whatever is in your hand, that’s only your duty;

Whatever you get, consider as gift of Almighty.

4. You didn’t bring anything, why afraid to loose;

Worried of destroyed, which did not produce.

5. What ever you got, everything you got here;

Whenever you will go, you will leave it here.

6. You came empty handed, and will go same way;

What is yours today, will be others on future day.

7. Don’t worry, soul is neither born nor it dies;

Fearing of death? Death is beginning of new life.

Who made hell (published in The Indian, Sydney Sept.11 edition)

Who made hell

God has made the earth, an other heaven;

Beautiful land, mountains, rivers and oceans,

Wonderful creatures, plants, birds, animals,

Day and night, air; to subsist lot of materials.

He created human, to protect this heaven,

Then why human is perturbing his creation?

Why he is making weapon, gun and canon?

Why creating hatred and killing the human?

To show power, forces, others to succumb,

To fill own desires make else one to numb,

For own pleasure causes others to suffer,

For own richness he grabs wealth of others.

To answer this confound question, can you tell

It was a heaven, who made the earth hell?

There is other side also

A child got possession of a paper,

Was Very important for his father.

The child was totally unknown,

While playing with paper he torn.

Father became very disappointed,

Assemble it! to child he pointed.

The child gathered all the pieces

Put together and joined the pieces.

So simple! how did you do son?

It had very essential information,

I would have to bear heavy cost

If this vital information was lost.

It was very simple, the child told;

Matched numbers on it and hold.

Other side some numbers printed

To match the pieces, they hinted.

Thing looking difficult may be easy,

A challenge may be tackled simply.

While finding the solution look into

The other side of the problem too.

For every debit there is a credit,
Someone’s loss is else one’s profit,
One can sell if someone purchase,
New thing comes if existing erased.

When one facet is up other is down,
Back is dark, on front light is thrown,
As echo you will get what you confer

Same will come back, rage or love.

You like some one and other won’t
One may like you but other may not.
You do acts knowing your position
It may cause others else situation.

One’s pleasure may be other’s fret

One's selfish act may others upset.

If it is day wait for night, to have rest.

To gain wealth take risk and pain
Sacrifice wealth for comfort, then.

How can you gain if don't take pain

Notice, what you miss for the gain.

If one can understand both facets
Balance situation to decide the best.

If night, waiting for morning to set

Bus driver and Bella

Bus driver and Bella

Bella used to catch the bus from church gate;

Everyday took same bus which was never late.

Not to miss Bella, driver always reached in time;

Reaching office daily in time, Bella also felt fine.

On seeing her, the driver opened the front door,

She stepped forward smilingly and used to board.

He started feeling joy in heart, never felt before

Cherished in his soul, towards her he was lured.

Whenever not seen her, the driver became sad,

Moved slowly with grave soul feeling the day bad.

Suddenly she stopped coming but he held his time

Reaching the bus stop chanting her names’ rhyme.

When the bus was about to reach that bus stop,

The driver used to see all around but Bella was not.

After a long, Bella was seen standing near the stop

Driver delighted and thought for few words swop.

Driver at once opened front door, asked her to rush.

She too thrown sight and smiled; turned towards bus.

To surprise Bella kept outside and looking at him told

That she had got a car standing near that billboard.

She was waiting for her husband who was nearby,

She wanted perfume for car, he had gone to buy.

They got married a month ago, she was on vacation

Driver put his foot to make bus maximum acceleration.

Without pocket

With no pocket

Hungry of filling pockets

By doing the acts funny;

Doing scams and scandals

For earning black money.

Lastly will leave here

Even strongest casket,

Final cloth will be without colours

And will have no pocket.

Delaying justice is denying justice

Justice seekers wait day after day,

Month after month, year after year

Even decade is passed but

In course of justice they don’t hear.

Sometimes they pass away

without getting the justice.

Such delays lack faith

In system amongst the public.

Maggu's land was captured

In an act of atrocity

And his cow was stolen

From his own vicinity.

With good efforts of police

The stolen cow was traced

But died beforel order of justice

To return it, was graced.

Maggu filed an other suit

Demanding for compensation;

His land dispute was already

Pending under litigation.

Finally justice prevailed

He got verdict in his favour

Compensation and his land

Years he waited with fervor.

But by the time justice given

Old Maggu was died

Reminds the legal maxim

Justice delayed is justice denied.

Golden bird, painted black

From beginning I heard

India

was a golden bird,

Mughals, Britishers arrived

Looted wealth and destroyed

As she had wealth natural

Precious stones and pearl

Real gold, range of mineral

And knowledge of spiritual.

Hard work of noble citizens

Has mounted wealth again

But many citizens still feel pity

They are to live below poverty.

The amount involved in scams

Amount brought to Swiss bank,

Can run

India

totally tax free,

Not less the decades of three.

As said hundred trillion rupees

Is deposited in banks of Swiss,

Mere interest at Indian bank rate,

Can change poor people’s fate.

People below poverty can

Easily get per capita income.

India

was a bird of gold,

India

is still a bird of gold

But in black, it is painted

Her worthyness is dented.

If this black is removed,

Will again shine like gold.

Voice of poet

Voice of poet

Voice of poets engender love and compassion

That is mirror of society giving lucid reflection.

Poet's voice is echo of mankind, speak of angels
Can inspire the soldiers to take on to the battle,

That sprinkle flowers of words, leading to love,

Hearts are bound to melt, though tough enough.

Poet's fabulous words can add colours to rainbow

Draw pictures of the soul as an amazing shadow,

Poet's voice may pain and heel wounds of hearts,

May create the romantic scene, causing heart spurt.

Poets read out the hearts, can see deep in the dark,

Any place in the cosmos, are capable to embark.

Martyrs of war who gone time back to the graves,

Poetry has power to keep alive, those of the braves.

Poems expose creatures, portray the orb’s images,

Poetry live the human life through out the stages.

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