Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Infinite ocean of love



God is infinite
ocean of love; put one small
drop in each of our hearts.

The almighty has
made the heart so delicate,
by love's pressure, oscillates.

As the earthen pot
integrate to earth again,
whenever it gets broken.

To get rid of pain
busted hearts pray to go back
and amalgamate to God.

Like the earth nurtures
each and every creature,
dead broods by time it devours.

God takes back all those
own droplets put into hearts
to merge in ocean of love.

Industrious, sedoka

Important factor
for achievement of success-
is will and not the power.

Despite repeated
fall and failure, small ants face;
never go tired to relax.

God is ocean of love



God is the infinite ocean of love,
has put one drop in each of the hearts.

The vessel wherein water is kept,
by liquid nature it makes the vessel wet.

God  made love more fluid than water,
so as to leave impression, further longer.

God lives like boson in heart of ours
and wants each of us to love the other.

If everyone in the world loves the other
would form an ocean of love, together.

The instance, God himself would appear
if not; we’d surely see, his true picture.

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Patience, sedoka

Sometimes we become
impatience to get result
and give up very quick.

You can not get fruit
before influx of season
pour, any sum of water.  



Sunday, 24 February 2013

He always loves me

I strolled in temples
to find my beloved Lord
who always lived in me loving;

like to catch fragrance,
runs in shadow of forest:
fool deer has musk in own gland

Saturday, 23 February 2013

Offering water, tanka

She offers water
to sun, soon after sunrise.
Offering this sign
of love and longing, welcomes
her beloved Lord each morning.

Colors of smile

feel-good of heart
is happiness
reflection is smile

a gateway
to pierce into the heart
is a smile

a child pulls you
to him or her  by  
innocent smile

when meet
and greet a friend
plain smile

see in trouble
a rival or opponent
choppy smile

hiding own pain
from the well-wisher
a fake smile

unwilling to help
but show otherwise
cunning smile
 
got hold of
accomplishments by kin
firm smile

Friday, 22 February 2013

Trace, tanka

dishevelled tresses
stuck on cheeks of sweated face
laid in deep sleep
few broken trapped in pillow
enough to tell past story

Her face

Slumbered in a cot,
translucent glimpse of pale face
in littered hair spread over;

Clouds fly across moon,
when air is blown towards her  
by the oscillating fan.  

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Missing you

Moonlit spread around
darkness prevails in my room
your absence eclipsed my night.

Foe moon is teasing
throwing light to keep me wake
why you told you are away?

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

My heart Your heart



pumps out blood to create
room for your living,  my heart
vacant it keeps on aching  

your heart is mirror
which shows image of my love
I see clinging faith in you.

Saturday, 16 February 2013

Radio of my heart




Thanks to Marconi who invented
this wonderful device.
We can not imagine without radio
what was the life.

His resonated heart must had received
the particular frequency of its tune.  
Seems that would have lead to identify
the electromagnetic radiations.

Radio has been my friend too
since my childhood.
Event today it is part of my life
and vital to set my mood.

This amazing device is linked
to my life’s reminiscences.
Not concerned with other applications
but music was in my conscience.

I used to study keeping my radio on,
as loved listening melodious songs.
A little sound reached to my father,
disturbed he came and switched it off.
But as he turned back, again
with more reduced volume, I switched on.
 
I got first costiliest  device as gift
was a radio, presented by my in-laws.
Apart from entertaining me, it helped
to show my wife, my emotions and love

Like torch is focused at dark places
I used to pull her attention there.
Any  emotional love songs were
broadcasted on radio, whenever.
That gave feelings, as music comes
from my heart addressed to her.

Even today I love to listen radio
together doing my work at home.
And while driving my car
always keep the FM radio on.

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Zoo Bears Association's memorandum



You people catch us from jungle
and keep wedged in a small space.
Snatch my whole of the freedom
all my wild courage and craze.

Many of us are kept apart from
our valentines, who left in woods.
One of the couple is brought here
to change your valentine’s mood.

We know our duty to amuse you
you people come here and stare.
Amongst you there are very few
to think about us and take our care.

We too become injured or sick
sometimes condition is pitiable.
Owner doesn’t spend his money
takes to the hospitals, charitable.

Zookeeper is so much greedy;
when he takes to hospital to treat.
Curtains the windows of ambulance
so that no one can see us free.

We too can’t look at your town
peeping out you keep deprived.
Our jungle is free to all, if you come
would understand, how we thrive.

My Married Valentine



She was eighteen and I was twenty
as parents decided we got married.
Parents were so wise kept us apart
so as we could continue our studies.

I had not to search my valentine
on the forthcoming valentine day.
To meet and greet each other
it was difficult to communicate.

As we had no options of chating
non of us had a telephone line.
Neither had face-book or tweeter
she was away a thousand miles.

I posted a letter well before
the time of my arrival there.
At an appropriate cinema hall
to be present, I asked her.

I could not go to her house
because of social restrictions.
Neither could hold one’s hand
at the  public locations.

We managed to watch a movie
Stealthy in that cinema hall
Opportuned to meet first time
six months later, after marriage

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Where time goes



O my God!
You have given it wheels
but no clutch and brakes.
I am watching it running
Since I hold my age.

O my God!
No one could control
it always driven so rash.
Many enjoyed its ride
many smashed in mishaps. 

O my God!
Last moment is passed
next is in your womb.
With me is existing one
Even this I can’t hold.

O my God!
Would you tell the mystery!
Time does go, where?
Running at the rate of
three sixty seconds an hour.

O my God!
How many people vanished
before present generation?
There’s no trace of foot-sign
where formed habitation?

O my God!
If I am wrong rectify me
time is just your jaws.
It is not going anywhere  
but we go in swallowed.

Darkness of heart



cinders of desire
filled into heart once covers
darkness would begin frighten

offered  with true love
one flower to him every day 
shall remove most of darkness

Monday, 11 February 2013

Onion

lover takes skin off
she makes the murderer weep
typical onion

Love to almighty



shall eradicate
complete darkness of my heart
sparkle of his love

shall eliminate
complete darkness of your heart
love to almighty

Sunday, 10 February 2013

One way drive

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 too felt fine.

Seeing her, driver stopped the bus closer to her.
Conceited himself, used to open the front door,
She stepped forward smilingly and used to board.
Driver would indicate to sit on a front seat of bus.

Bella liked his attitude, felt comfy commuting.
One day she brought a bowl-full sweet pudding.
She had prepared herself, to the driver she told.
‘This is for you’ kept the bowl on the dash board.

Gift sparked a radiance of delight in his heart.
He started feeling a joy, that never felt before.
Cherished in his soul; towards her, he was lured.
Now his heart and mind, only for Bella, endured.

With time his mind occupied fully with her image.
Amongst his friends always talked of her praise.
Whenever, not seen her, the driver became sad,
Moved bus slowly with grave soul, felt the day bad.

Her morning smile kept blooming his whole day.
He may get her togetherness, had started to pray.
‘Tony’ was planning to tell her ‘ I love you’
But altogether, the poor was afraid she may refuse.

Wheel of his heart started twirling fast and fast.
Now  would express himself whole night he thought.
Yet was undecided what words he would speak.
This impasse was keeping him through out meek.
As she was a junior officer and himself just a driver
She may not like to accept him to be one, forever.
But on valentine day he would take her clear verdict.
Developed confidence and decided clearly to speak.

With a red flower he reached the buss-stop as usual.
But Alas! On valentine day, Bella has not turned up.
Onwards, she stopped coming but he held his time.
Used to reach bus stop, chanting her name’s 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 a 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 him told
That she had got a car standing near that billboard.

She had stopped there to buy a bunch of flowers
Which, the nearby Church she was going to offer.
She was waiting for her husband, too was thereby,
He wanted a perfume for the car, had gone to buy.

They got married a month ago, she was on vacation.
Driver put his foot giving bus, maximum acceleration.

Thursday, 7 February 2013

Banana

Banana as fruit, has variety of show.
English banana speaks, French too.
The reason, we taste French vegan toast
and full grain bread with banana load.
Indians like the banana milk shake
one or two, be in breakfast, as snack.
Children swallow, full without brake
sometimes like in tiffin too, to take.
We eat it, not only for glory of taste
but nutrition, iron, calorie too, we get.

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

God! Hold my hands


I wonder to know
Runs in minutes new born calf
we struggle so hard to walk

I wonder to know
Having no legs water goes
How chanting their tune, stream flows

I wonder to know
How grows so high, seed sown deep
To earth, who clings such huge tree 

Sturdy tree holds hands
Of the vine to keep it stand
Keeps fruits, birds too, on its head

Keep my way painless
Send me bountiful bright rays
I am facing the darkness

O God! Give me strength 
Let me walk out of the trap
Lest I may fall hold my hands

Friday, 1 February 2013

Hope

every night I sleep
hoping next day I would see
a new morning

to the almighty
I offer flowers, everyday
hope Lord accepts

hope they will do it
my all impossible work
I leave to devils

in darkest of day
I hope to get surely
a match stick