Devils in Delhi

All around public protests, parliament debates

Police lathi charge on those who demonstrate

At many places police and protesters clashes

Intensive use of water showers and tear gases

Next day of that chilled and dark night :

When devils came in a bus at their joyride  

The girl waiting for transport, didn’t know

In the city lived, wolves and devils too

She was lured by six devils onto the bus

Thought would take her to home that bus

But trounced, knocked, beaten with iron rod

The devils raped and took her intestine out

Brutality not ended here, after sexual assaults

Thrown from moving bus, inserted into iron rod

Doctors  removed her intestine  in a bid to stop

The life threatening infections, spreading of

Doctors have no hope but she wants to live

She would never eat a meal in life, if survived

Though if stayed she would live the lifeless life

She struggles thirteen days to bring back her life

Because to end the devils she had to fight a battle

Martyr Nirbhaya sacrificed life to awaken the people

Had plans, soon to take seven circuits of holy fire

But on thirtieth December placed on funeral pyre

Pussy cat went to London

Pussy cat, Pussy cat

where did you go?

Meow, I went to London

to look sports show.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat

what did you there?

I saw the Olympics

London 12 games fair.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat

what there were games?

Swimming, tennis, athletics,

wrestling and many names.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat

who won the medals?

Zhao, Zhang, Kenny

Missi, Allison, Michel.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat

what did you eat?

I ate some hot dog

and fresh mouse meat.

Pussy cat, Pussy cat

next where’ll you go?

In two thousand sixteen

planning to go to Rio.

O moon!

Who have born with
no silver spoon in mouth,
they better feel your silvery light.

Who have made their contiguous
more luminous, your beauty
they are deprived.

Arrogant sun ignites torch
to see your exquisiteness
but behind the earth you hide.

Calm ocean sails up
to feel your beauty from closer,
when you are full in night.

Clouds play with you
sometimes keep you veiled,
but can’t keep much longer hide.

Seeing your splendid look
all the shining stars of blue
twinkle and shy.

Governments not imposed yet taxes
and human have not fixed the price,
because you live in sky.

whenever I look you O moon! in the sky
my mind, reminiscence of beloved occupy.

I am mere human

If I am my face as my identity I am just a figure,
If I am my body it is fire, air, earth  and water.
What ever others know me but I am not only body.
Different from that of the body, I am a living entity,

Others can identify me, by my face or profession,
my behaviour, gender, address or social relation.
I am father, brother, son, student, ruler or engineer;
good, bad, greedy, happy, kind, honest or courtier.

I can see, speak, taste, touch,  feel, smell and hear.
Of body, my senses, the conscious I am the master.
I am a soul, eternal and immortal that is my entity
My conscious makes me; body is virtual  identity.

Real identity is my deed, to where the soul has led
I became writer, scientist as soul and mind conceded
It is my soul in me, which can think and reflect-
experience, pleasure, pain;  can feel good or bad.

It is my mind that thinks, forms ideas and visualise-
all my emotions, desire, mood; mind can analyse.
It is soul that drives talents, emotions, beliefs, traits,
I am a unique and each soul is eternal and different.

I assume me master, of my body and consciousness.
But usually see them influenced by universal objects.
Soul is my existence, drives me, conscious is director,
To direct my soul, use of the conscious always I prefer.

My soul is tiniest part of the Lord, it is lent by the God.
When he will take it back, I am nothing, I am a void.
On each and every breath of mine, he has the control;
I am a human, because I have a body, brain and soul.

Full moon, ghazal

Sun follows her, for a complete fortnight.
has the glimpse of full face, only this night.
The full moon, as she glows, romance flows,
glorifies the universe, as an adorned bride.
To have closer view of her gorgeous face,
Ocean too becomes eager, thus tides high. 
Gaze her, adorned with the twinkling stars,
lucky is the peasant, living in countryside.
Who make their contiguous, more luminous;
from her enchanting look, he is deprived.
Clouds sometimes play and veil her to hide,
makes her lovers sad, if she's out of sight.   
As soon I throw my eyes, on her pretty face,
reminiscences of my beloved, soon thrive.

Give me your pardon

I assume me rich or ruler, holder of traits and power.

Of body, my senses, the conscious I am the master.

It is my talent; that do things, no one else can do.

I am superior, try to cause others to obey my rules.

I forget, my selfish deed, to where the soul has led,
Even sinful and bad as soul and mind conceded,
My those deed, which pained others for my own-
pleasure, protection, comfort and bountiful gain.

You make me see, speak, taste, feel, smell and hear;
powered to do so many other actions, but always I fear;

the shoe you have given, whether I have fitted in,

have done the acts righteously and devoid of sin?

My soul is your tiniest part, lent by you O My Lord!
When you will take it back, I am nothing, I am a void.
I know soul is my existence, conscious is the director,
but afraid; to direct my soul, conscious, rarely I prefer.

I exist, because you gave me a body, brain and soul.
On each and every my breath, you have the control;

pray to always show me and make to go on right path

wherever I stray, give me your pardon, O My Lord!

(C) S D Tiwari

Nursery rhyme

Tree, tree! thank you,
you give us the fruit;
When out on a hot day,
we relax under you.

Tree, tree! thank you,
you build our adobe;
Birdies can play on you,
you are their home.

Tree,-tree! thank you,
you clean up our air;
we inhale healthy breath,
In pure atmosphere.

Living alone

It is an adventure of life, in living alone,

have significant freedom and space of own.

Where you are going, not having to answer

and when will come back, where you were?

You can think things seriously in loneliness

Learn to manage self with more confidence.

Have more opportunity to be closer to nature

Interact with birds animals and other creatures

The most important aspect of living alone is:

You can look inward yourself and peep in.

The treasure that is hidden in you, you can know,
It tunnels into you and allows your soul to grow.

You  may be blissful as no one else is there,

your things and food to part with or to share.

Live undisturbed and peaceful at your home,

No conflict of watching television program.

But laundry guy, milkman, postman or maid

sometimes unnecessarily you have to wait.

Your ordered food, the delivery boy brings,

you are in the toilet and doorbell rings.

Do things self, cooking, serving and eating

and miss support of any in decision making

It is machine, not human life, in such situation:

no one is there with you to share your emotions.

 Today in virtual and technological world,

most things we can lonely manage and afford.

But I love to live with and like togetherness

of my parents, spouse and visiting friends.

Loneliness

Missing friendship, relationship or affiliations

Everyone feels alone and in unpleasant condition.

He misses gaiety of the parties and the functions
Company of his friends and their interactions.

But one wants to be alone in some critical situations

and at the time of studies for full concentration.

Candle left alone to burn, gathers crowd of moth,

We sometimes be in crowd, but feel all alone.

Sometimes, we want to eat, the whole pizza alone

and wish to share the hotel room with none.

Lovers look for tranquillity and the lonely place;

Voice of own soul and secrecy of heart, to express

Loneliness is such condition, if you cultivate,
You can look into you and understand yourself.
The treasure that is hidden in you, you can know
It tunnels into you and allows your soul to grow.

Even in grief loneliness, these always remain;

The God, one’s own soul, his vision and brain.

Solitude provokes to think you deep and deep;
Thereby great and the refined thoughts reap.

Getting you I am proud

You are alone I am alone

If you join  we can make crowd

Adorning Christmas Tree

Great Feeling in adorning, the Christmas tree;

Singing there the carols and dancing around.

Did my Christmas shopping, all alone me;

Great feeling in adorning, the Christmas tree.

Desserts, wine, cakes include Christmas feast,

Snowman Santa carries presents, jingle sound.

Great Feeling in adorning, the Christmas tree;

Singing there the carols and dancing around.

Winter, haiku

Fishes go bottom

Migration plan is chalked out

Flocks soar in the sky

We love our earth

Thy make earth nurture

by time she devour own brood

But love never dies 

TV

The idiot  box progressed in idiotic way

done so long journey just in few decades.

Black and white to colour of sizes varied

analogue to digital, CRT to Plasma, LCD, LED; 

high resolution, PIP, HDD  and three D

Going smart every day

don’t know the future, where journey will end.

One hand shrinked the world

divided the society in classes on other-

children, ladies, cookery, sports, realty;

placed extra load on brain and eyes.

One way helped learn, entertain, 

on other kept away play and social interact.

Whatever may be, pierced so deep in life

became immense companion;

We cannot live without a TV 

though without a friend or wife, we can.

Mushroom, the fungi

By most fungi, the agricultural plants are harmed
but umbrell of the lot is grown in agricultural farms.
Fungi cause diseases to human, by parasitizing,
and that umbrella is consumed for nutrients providing.
For food, parasitic fungi penetrate dead body of host,
mushroom penetrates our tummy to solve problem of food.
Releasing carbon dioxide, has a great ecological role.
For our health, savor, ecology; a good friend and host...
the mushroom... but yet be cautious
from that umbrella, which is poisonous.

Life, metaphor

life is a road
goes to a destination
that is unknown

life is ape
always dances
jumps from one  
to other branches

life is music
sings the melody
of incidents, events,
things and stories

life is wheel
it rolls and rolls
until gets the slope

life is cricket
I bat on the pitch
trying to out me
everyone else present in field

life is a castle
live therein and struggle
instincts and emotions

life is water
flows in river of time
sometimes smooth
strikes to rocks, sometimes

life is a home
we live on rent
as lease is expired
we have to vacate

life is ice
melting a bit everyday
every moment of time 

life is web
strangled within
virtual and real
the nets knitted

life is clock
which never stops
doing tick tick always 
whatever weather comes

life is truth
we have to accept
we have to live
the way it is set

If I had wings

In a bad season
yearn seasonal migration
to habitat
in better condition.

But looking cost of air fare
and rent of the cage there,
drop idea of passage;
going there, can’t dare

Crave, I had the wings!

Not needed aeroplanes
not polluted bird’s terrains
noise and air;
Could meet them there

If, I had the wings!

Celestial Hide and seek

now is turn of Sun

peeking out of his adobe

to seek moon in bright

weary after night long search

is hidden behind the earth

Morning tea

By making their own ways,

enter my bedroom, 

the bright beams of sun rays.

I pull over the cover, 

and put on myself
so as more dreams may occur. 

As I hear chime of spoon
stirring in the cup,
have reason to get up soon.

The sweetest word of the day
I listen in the morning,
'tea is ready' my wife says.

My mind, soul and the heart,
even throat and tongue,
they all go happy and spurt.

Whenever she is not there,
difficulty comes for sure,

I have to myself prepare.

But it is very very rare,
she too loves to have tea
and this happy time to share.

Holiday at race course

Went to race course dismissing idea of casino.

It was really something  different to go.

I was excited to watch some thing live

instead losing in gamble in smoky light.

Horse race, a joint work of man and animal,

again a combination of sports and gamble.

Accompanied my friend who was bit experienced,

he selected racetrack and horse to win the bet.

The pony looked having better winning chance

judged he was happy, peppy and eager to race.

Jockey was also smart and had good ride style

I did nothing but followed my friend with smile.

I too dared to risk my ten dollars on same pony,

it was unknown, on whom we put the money.

It’s past performance matrix and about training,

even about the jockey we were not  knowing.

Lucky day was it, for the horse chosen by us

We returned happy, added  few dollar to vault

Price of his service

O God!

Whatever we do, you pay for it

You do everything, give everything

If we pray, for that too, you pay

I have nothing mine, that I can pay

O God!

You become happy, if simply we praise

And guarantee us joy and restful live

You need mere our prayer and praise 

Towards cost of every thing that you give

O God!

Men fight to capture your given things,

Demand  price,  from wanting everyone

For cleaning arteries, pay thousands dollars

To clean their souls, nothing is done

Summer haiku

land and sky all dry

worn clothes become wet and weight

sticky tongues say - more!

That mango tree

Mango has been my favourite fruit
Got abundant  in my orchard in childhood
But our favourite was only that mango tree
Belonged to ‘Panditayeen’ old widow lady

Whenever we went to her in mango season
She always greeted with mangoes- sweet, juicy, ripen  
But the children of village liked fresh ones
Plucked from the tree, hit by stones

It was very tall, few yards away from village
The oldest person there, didn’t know its age
We few, used to go there and sit in its shelter
Gossiped and stoned fruits as got chance favorable

We spotted ripen and plucked by throwing stones
Used to practice hitting targets, while plucking mangos
Suddenly that grandma comes with stick, shouting  
Carefully watching one of us whispers, she’s coming

We ran away, she started guessing who were they
We feared if identified would go home, the complaint
Would be reprimanded or even beaten by parents
I was the lucky chap, always escaped safe

When grown up I migrated to city for career shake
Later, she and mango tree both completed their age
I kept its reminiscence throughout my past fifty years
Wood of that same tree, has her renovated house doors  

Hanuman stuti

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rqEk gks vUtuh iq=] dsljh uUnu Hkh rqEgkjk uke

HkfDr dh ewjr rqe gks tx esa] eu esa clk;s jkeA

cy] cqf) vkSj Kku esa dksbZ ugha gS rqEgkjs le

lqjkfpZrk] HkDrksa ds oRly] Jhjke ds HkDr ije

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dku esa dq.My gkFk esa dM+k] cy cqf) ls lEiUu

tUe ls gh ;qok ls yxrs]  vUtuk dks fd;k /kU;A

Racing Horse

Born of good breed and made by the best trainer

Good and healthy body, long and sloping shoulders,

Nice leg set, properly positioned for good action,

Slightly arched long neck,  excellent disposition.

Short, strong back, long underline and levelled croup

Good length and angle of pastern, strong wide hoofs

Big blue eyes and attentive ears show his confidence

Increased length and height of stride, raised head

Reign fastened on bridle, quality saddle is put on back

Touching his feet observed he has no nervousness

Hero is standing straight, prepared to move readily

Eager to race, he is courageous, happy and peppy.

Waiting for the jockey girl, come baby! for the ride

Get a definite joy on him, have a good ride in style.

 

Sharing tiffin

I love to share with my friends
our knowledge, games and fun.
Whenever we got free time
seek to bask together in sun.

What I liked most in my class
tiffin brought by friends, to share.
Fortuned to get variety of taste and
co-operation in mutual affairs.

I felt her mom, the best cook,
friend described best my mother.
All bakes and cakes we brought
in the school we ate together.

Butterfly

flying in garden
colours of rainbow on wings
butterfly

steals colours too
with nectar from blossoms
butterfly

larvae eats snacks
drinks the wine through straw
butterfly

so lucky
always finds the lips open
butterfly

beauty in eyes
of beautiful children
butterfly

Terrorist

flesh of own people

uses as bait for fishing
the terrorist

Power of corruption

In the corrupt countries

positioned officials trade the rules,

make money from needy people

sell convenience making system fool.

Bureaucrats, police, politicians

think powerful to do things above law;

make money for their lavish living

their near and dear also, they reward.

People pay bribe to make work easy

and avoidance of punishment;

the officials accept happily, to fulfil

lavish needs and make life decent.

Due to authority’s laxity, indifference,

own greed and  no transparency;   

officials hide rules and exploit 

innocence, difficulty and urgency.

Law is as their own egg, they sell

for grant of work, privilege, license

quota, land, avoidance of punishment

evading tax or fine and Govt. payments.

Scammers and black money earners

acquire resources depriving the masses;

they grab power too to manipulate and

force to pay higher price, by poor classes.

Deputed to defend law, but hidden outlaw.

in public eyes, desirous of looking good.

Robbing Government, deceiving people

wish to be ‘white collared Robin Hood’.

Sharing tiffin

I love to share with my friends
our knowledge, games and fun.
Whenever we got free time
seek to bask together in sun.

What I liked most in my class
tiffin brought by friends, to share.
Fortuned to get variety of taste and
co-operation in mutual affairs.

I felt her mom, the best cook,
friend described best my mother.
All bakes and cakes we brought
in the school we ate together.

Australian redback

ant is entangled

mate is consumed entirely

men are left in pain

‘Vowed to die in your love, mate!

After wedding we would be one.”

“Can’t believe males, so take in cell

I too vow to never look else one .”

Having so intense love to his darling

male wished to always rest in hers.

Fallen in love, the lusty young man

makes space in her heart, to pierce.

Female Redback is, in so deep love

she never allows lover to separate.

Already widened her heart for him

where he can stay forever in rest.

She could be love of the entomologist

and data collecting by the statistician;

Laying three hundred eggs each month

without mating again, like a magician.

Normal person who would love her

has to end his day in severe pain.

Her kiss would be just a pin prick

may swell part and lay sick, the man.

Any one who has chanced a kiss  

must have needed complete day rest.

To save from envenoming effect of love

keeping distance from her is best.

(C) S D Tiwari

Welcome Autumn

Now, early sunset and late sunrise,

days have trimmed short their size.

Schools, universities open after break,

maple’s gold leaves go autumn break.

Valley dressed in flowers, coloured brisk,

wait next summer for recreation trips.

By sun falling, stars weep, shed tears,

cascading smoky damp, wets the air .

Birds flocking, planning to disappear;

to find warm nestle before winter nears.

Hello! season of harvest and abundance,

Confer to land, lot fruits and food grains.

Goodbye heat! Welcome season of festivity!

Love to peek the beauty of changeability.