Blessings of empty sky

Blessings of the vast sky

There birds can freely fly

Sky’s clear and transparent

Lets to have view of  planets

Clouds can easily wander

To rain and spread water

Rays of sun and moon

Reach earth to give boon

Provides a free passage

To carry out swift air voyage

In openness easily exerted

Air and gas that we polluted 

Emptiness  gives freedom

Of space you like can occupy

Vastness gives freedom

Of way you want can fly

In nights when up our eyes

Have heavenly look in the sky

An orchard of illuminating flowers

Can too see rainbow colours

Unlimited room for dream racing

Vast and empty sky is a blessing

And a  life vast and transparent

Is definitely the life of a saint

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Spectacles

Spectacles

I magnify

to make the picture clear,

farther objects  drag near

I become your eyes

when your  eyes defy.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Shoes

Carried your load

months and years, un-tired.

Saved your feet from
prickle, heat and cold
until I become old

You used me as you desired
and thrown ruthlessly

when I  retired.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

A price game

A Price Game

Inflate the price two hundred

and give a discount of fifty

or launch scheme buy two get three

still gain the profit hefty.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Conditions apply

Conditions apply

Some attractive advertisements

attract with intentions to falsify,

somewhere  in very small type

cleverly written *conditions apply.

 (C) S.D. Tiwari

Spectacles

Spectacles

I magnify

to make the picture clear,

farther objects  drag near

I become your eye

when your  eyes defy.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Nail

Nail

Hammer my head

as much you can,

but O man!

do not let me go

ever in hands of Satan.

(C) S.D. Tiwari 

Glue

 Glue

Your heart is so delicate

if you give some one

it may break,

Two hearts come in contact

one may break,

Glue has only adhesiveness

join two things come in contact

even by mistake

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Tyre

Me your tyre,
roll and roll

thousands of miles,

You tire

and I smile.

My tire is my retire.

(c) S.D. Tiwari 

The Rich

A night watchman; the rich man keeps
So that he can have a sound sleep
The richman spends sleepless night
The watchman has sleep in his eyes.

Servant  places delicious and  rich food

but there is no time to eat

Doctor advised to leave delectableness

to be healthy and keep fit.

(C) S.D.Tiwari

Pass fail

Pass fail

Today

her result is out

cent percent she has got

but Ruchi is still feeling sad

with such excellent result not glad

because it did not happen as guessed

her closed friend Suchi has marginally failed.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Living abroad Immigrant Diaspora

People living abroad 

Let's forget where from we are,

Let's remember where we are.

Let's forget how we come here,

Let's remember why we are.

Let's forget anguish of the past,    

Let's know how to go glad.

Let's learn from the situation,

That will lead to the new fate.

Let's not worry of frustration,

That will spur way to grow.

Anxiety may help building future, 

Of the experience got abroad.

Let's forget negative thoughts,

Evolve technique to bundle it.

Whatever difficulty comes to, 

Let's know how to tackle it.

Yes, let's learn the new culture,

but not forget that of our origin. 

Bonanza of bigger relationship, 

in the life would keep flowing in.

When free from work or study,

Get connect to the internet.

Update about the land of origin, 

With friends and relatives, interact.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

I be here or don't be

I be or don’t be,

Would be spreading whiff;

As a blossom, As a bud,

In the orchard of love.

I be or don‘t be                                  

Whatever the weather,

I always will be there

To keep the orchard fresh

And in colour of desire.

Will be watering it ever

As a blossom as a bud

The orchard of love

I be or don’t be

I will unfurl my shirt

And sway in the breeze,

Will glow like flower

On the blossom trees;

Would spread fragrance

As a blossom as a bud

In the garden of love

I be or don’t be

When I won’t be there,

Her eyes with tears;

Would be finding  me                       

She would stop in reverie

Where I will meet her,

As a blossom, as a bud

In the orchard of love

I be or don’t be

(C) S.D. Tiwari

I be here or in any other world.

Would be spreading whiff for you,

As a blossom of love.

I be here or in any other world.

I'll always be with you, there,

whatever circumstance, won't care. 
I would be watering forever,
to keep afresh the garden of love.

I be here or in any other world.

I will glow like a flower on some tree,

sway, my hands from there, in the breeze,

Would spread fragrance for you,

each and every petal, I would hold. 

I be here or in any other world.

With you, when I won’t be here,

your eyes would be finding with tears.
You would stop to look in reverie,
I would meet, suddenly, in your heart.                      

I be here or in any other world.

I saw the heaven (Published in The Indian, Sydney Sept.11 edition)

Last night, I was drowned in a dream.

Angels came and played as my team.

An angel asked me if I wanted to go!

Where're the heaven and the hell, to show.

Just for a day, she agreed to take.

After visiting the place, at once to go back.

The first door appeared, was of the hell.

Let me see this first! curiously I did tell.

I saw a big table, full of variety dishes.

Continental, Indian and delicious fishes.

People sat around but deprived of boons. 

Their both hands tied with long spoons.

None could eat, hands went here and there.

Food was spread on floor and everywhere.

Kingdom of flies and germs ruled over.

Anarchy, disorder, battle for food to hover.

Habitats of Hell fought and hurt each other.

Snatching others food as starved forever.

No one ate properly, they remained hungry.

It’s a madhouse, for the reasons sundry.

In selfish needs they caused others to kill. 

Did various sins and tortured by devils.

Now I'll take you to heaven, the angel said.

We reached heaven, that was just ahead.

Their also, variety of dishes on a big table

People had their hands tied with long ladles.

But there, I noticed the scene was different.

Habitats didn't give themselves, any preference.

They had made a system instead of himself,

Each member was feeding someone else.

Orderly system kept; place was nice n neat.

I was amazed everyone was able to eat.

With co-operation they fulfilled their needs.

Angels helped and hopped for their deeds.

No fight, no battle and no hotchpotch situation.

Everyone was enjoying, in the God’s heaven.

(C) S.D. Tiwari

Delhi Bomb Blast

Delhi High Court Bomb Blast

Wednesday became a saddest day  

He’s no more, came on final judgement day

Proceedings of court yet did not start

He was killed in the bomb blast,

A loud bomb explosion sound

Echoed the whole court compound

Soon the crowd could listen

Police, fire  and ambulance siren,

Oh no! many lost legs, eyes and arms

Many lost  sons, fathers, brothers, moms

Some had loss of hearing and memory
People screaming being topsy-turvy  

Litigants came for justice from court
Few could never return to their home
Ground filled with lifeless and wounded
Soon investigating agencies surrounded

Families came searching their kins
Nervously rushing to injured dressed akin
Dismayed  not finding him or his clue 
Praying God, even hurt but may be alive,

As usual, police is investigating all angles

Leaders are visiting the hospitals

Government condemns the event

None has taken responsibility minister comments.

(c) S.D. Tiwari

Mumbai in August

Mumbai in August

Mumbai never sleeps.

But in rainy season it creeps.

When August sets in,

for days together, it weeps.

Disrupted are road, rail, air.

Impossible go anywhere.

With lot of water logged on,

streets are broader and clear.

Commuter’s morning begin 

by getting ready with their tiffin 

But they can't reach to work  as

water on rail tracks, wheels within.

Announcement on the station,
train is listed for cancellation. 
For the day commuter is jobless,
gets no alternate solution.

But it’s joy for the children

At their doorstep comes the ocean.

Lot of water to jump and play,
in their own creek, they make fun.

© S. D. Tiwari