Picked from picnic park

my lover had once

same hair pin holds else one's hair

picked from picnic park

Sun's broken mirror

in ponds lakes oceans

he sees multiple faces

Sun’s broken mirror

Merry Christmas

Has arrived, after one year wait.

I will eat the creamy cakes.

I will eat sweet chocolates

and my house I will decorate.

I will light up Christmas lights.

Christmas night, Santa will arrive.

He will give us amazing gifts;

when we sleep, in the dreams.

But I’m not going to sleep tonight.

Till he comes, I will kill time.

I will wear newly bought dress,

wish my friends ‘Merry Christmas’

Christmas holiday, haiku

Christmas vacation

the world goes on holiday

Santa on duty 

Fake smile

Fake smile is like the flash of camera
that shows the image like the slide show.

Tough to judge, hidden behind the smile,

are how much pain, tears or the sorrow.

Fake smile is type of a made flower

which looks glowed but has no fragrance.
Pretending everything is beautiful,

fake smile on the face is like a portrait.

Deceptive smiley face is like a burglar
tries to steal your heart for own purpose.
A smile can say thousand of things

and fake smile can hide many problems.

Dear Santa, limerick

On the Christmas, when I saw the snow fall.   

You’re getting ready to come, I thought.
You throw down in the air,
while saving, suds and hair. 
I am waiting you fervently, Dear Santa!

Reaching to God

Remained busy in creating the amenities,

Non of them helped to reach the eternity.

Felt then, have to go on feet,

None will join to form a fleet.

Lost time and energy; way made lengthy

Talking to God

We reached bit closer, hoping to talk

by satellite communication to the God.

But signal is returned back,

reaching unto God it lacks.

Better is, only, if we listen His words.

Science and God

Fitted high pixel camera, with hope

I place everyday the big telescope,

So that I could capture

at least one of his picture;  

God’s image, camera could not rope.

Smile

Smiled the naughty beautiful girl,

to the heart, her sweet smile stuck.

When she smiled peeping in heart

her prickly smile got pierced.

When I expressed my pain

she threw the dodgy smile then.

When the envying friend saw 

he had choppy smile to throw.

I answered him too with a smile

with my complicated smile.

Hiding the pain inside I had

showing him as I was relaxed.

Sales girl tried to influence

with fake smile on her face.

I knew if not be careful, she may

persuade to loose my pocket.

The child gave a pleasant smile

I forgot everything for a while.

Just lifted and I kissed his cheek,

his mom gave the simple grin.

When farmer saw his crops flourishing

he had firm smile on his tight lips.

When he took sturdy grains to his home

he got the smile of contentment.

The water, Ghazal

Fishes and frogs may need more;

to drink I want just a glass of water.

My eyes and heart are cooled

watching, from clouds the raining water.

Soul gets delighted when sit at shore

and see soaring waves of water.

But whenever rise, gets us terrified,

the sea levels of the fierce water.

The creatures cry when see it dried,

the ponds and the lakes of water.

I find no pond or pool to amass it ,

Life is also flowing like the water.

I tried to write but failed for all time,

the story of water on the water.

Petrol of fitness, limerick

Cars are parked near the jogging park,

gentlemen have come for fitness walk.

To pedal the stationary cycles,

people come on motorcycles.

Maybe petrol burnt leads to weight loss.

What to do, limerick

She had the least for her life to carry

poor girl of eighteen, decided to marry -

an old rich man of eighty years,

he greeted the bride with eager.

What to do then, the old man was scary

Your heart is mirror

clinging faith in you

I see image of my love

your heart is mirror

Aliens on Mars

aliens from earth

have fallen on our planet

roar on the Mars

Trees, haiku

trees-

live for your heaven

die for your haven

Titanic, haiku

Titanic sank down

Rose’s lover drowned on board

story sails in sky

Frog, limerick

For his prey, frog threw two feet long
A mouse pup got stuck on his tongue
Frog found tough to swallow it
On his tongue, pup then peed 
Along with pup, frog jumped in pond.

Japan

brainy Nihonjins
raised land of rising sun from

Pacific ocean

their nude eyes saw exploding -
atom bomb and volcanoes  

 

Frog's gift, limerick

Celebrated his birthday; the frog.
Gifted him an umbrella, the tortoise.
Found no use in the pool
He also din’t go to school
Used it, when came out for sunbath.

Life is iridescent bubble

like bubble life is -

iridescent hollow sphere  

set to burst one day

I won't burn my heart

What a kind of story it is,

where there is no rest area?

Din’t know where it began,

I just flowed in the euphoria.

What kind of story …

I would find myself, my goal

you be with me or be not.

I am not going to kill myself.

Even if you have gone apart,

What kind of story …

You’re now beloved of someone

that will not restrict me.

I would find another pearl

in this vast ocean of love.

What kind of story …

I would yet remember you

but not burn my heart grey.

I would seize the lights of lamp

and let the smoke fly away.

What a  kind of story…

Wedding day

TTwo souls are unifying in the word

On this charming auspicious day

Dreams of two has turn out to be true 

On this enchanting auspicious day

Love of two hearts bring amazing colors

On this delightful auspicious day

The orchard of hopes is smiling

On this promising auspicious day

 The universe is looking like a bride

On this fascinating auspicious day

Oh queen of beauty has come here

On this memorable auspicious day

 Moon and stars laid on your path

On this charismatic auspicious day

 Smiling, all the colourful flowers for you

On this lovely auspicious day

O Sun moon stars flowers bless the couple

On this wonderful auspicious day

I made paper boats

Playing in the water after the rains

for me, was the most enjoyable event.

Jumping in the water was a great fun

as swam in ponds only in rainy season.

No swimming pool was in the vicinity

Only in rains could get water, plenty.

I used to make paper boats, in childhood

and placed to sail in the water pools.

Sometimes I thought, seeing the boat bare,

it may be more fun, if there’s a passenger.

At times used to pick a big ant and put on board.

Don’t know how many, but were left to sail alone;

I considered that the ant was enjoying the voyage 

like we are passionate of surfing in the lake.

Didn’t know, in the vast ocean what was his fate

how many days would he long to find the bank.

Perhaps, he must have felt like Noah, staying in the ark

and waiting the waters of flood to be parched.

Poetry vs painting

Poetry and painting are two sisters

staying in different countries;

Where different language is spoken

and have the fix boundaries.

Poetry is the elder sister because

it can portray image of all pictures;

Painting has the limited muscles

to draw the image of all the verse.

Both are mode of creative expressions

giving aesthetic representation.

Both use the muse to amuse and induce-

at times conceptual interpretation.

Painting pleases and compels to think

in the visual image what we see.

Where as literary work of the poetry

gives ideas and  persuades to feel.

Painting can be aesthetic large image

and the poetry an emotive imagery.

Poetry can draw image of even soul

but painting has restricted periphery.

Ambiguity in painting is perception

and ambiguity in poetry is interpretation.

If both the sisters shake hands together

they can strengthen the connotation.

We remember visual images easier

and the paintings can rise very high,

but we feel the poetic words deeper

and poems can go beyond the skies.

Sarojini Naidu, the nightingale of India

She had superb brilliance,

She had amazing intelligence. 

She got the poetic talent

from parents in heritance.

In her teenage, she could not

get her algebra in line

but wrote ‘The lady of the lake’

poem of thirteen hundred lines.

Of the nineteenth century

and in the last decade, 

to the ‘King’s College of London’

she was got admitted.

She got her beloved in England

and to Dr. Naidu gave her heart.

Wanted his company forever;

into marriage tie, opted to convert.

Her love wasn’t confined to one,

she loved her people too.

After studies, returned to motherland

not fearing to bear the woes.

On return to India, Sarojini Naidu

joined the active politics.

She evoked the Indian people

with her words and ethics.

During ‘Quit India’ movement

she stayed in jail for two years.

Courage, confidence, dedication

were foundation of her character.

With her incredible words

she rejuvenated freedom fighters.

The independence of India

became heart and soul of her work.

Many books of magical poetry

got published, written by her.

Her work was admired largely by

poets like Rabindranath Tagore

In the world of the poetry

her amazing words did marvels.

Those could be sung sweet,

got recognition as ‘nightingale’.

Registered in the Indian history,

a great poet and freedom fighter;

And after independence of India

she became first woman Governor,

In the year nineteen forty nine

at her seventy, when she fell ill.

Said: ‘I hope not the eternal sleep’

as the physician gave sleeping pill.

Ramleela

Play is staged over ten successive nights,

during the Dussehara in the autumn season;

to show the life and values of Lord Rama

and defeat and killing of demon King Ravan.

Ram-Leela is the dramatic folk re-enactment,

of the life of Lord Rama, staged annually.

Which is based on the Indian epic Ramayana,

that contains the Lord Rama’s great story.

On each day, separate story of Lord is played:

his childhood, going to Gurukul for education,

breaking of Lord Shiva’s bow, Sita svamvar,

protection of saints in Yagna, from the demons,

Fulfilment of Kaikey’s wishes to give exile to Ram

and the kingdom of Ayodhya to Bharat, her son,

Accompanied with brother Lakshman and wife Sita

journey to forest, kidnapping of Sita by Ravan,

Meeting Hanuman and discovering Sita by him,

forming army of Vanar, destroying the demons,

attack on Lanka and retreating Ravan’s soldiers,

killing of the brothers and sons of King Ravana.

On final day of vijaydashmi, a possession is taken

when final battle takes place and Ravan is killed.

Ram’s wife Sita is released and reunited; and

effigies of Ravan with his son and brother are burnt.

Ram Leela or story of Lord Rama injects ethics to us.

Teaches, to live according to dharma and principles;

gentleness, kindness, righteousness and integrity,

virtues of life, discipline and respect to the people.

Winter song, triolet

Season has come for Santa’s arriving,
People exchange love and greetings.
In a great season life is thriving,

Season has come for Santa’s arriving.
Bells are ringing, the sleigh is sliding,
Winter and joy do mutual meetings.

Season has come for Santa’s arriving,
People exchange love and greetings.

Bells are ringing, the sleigh is sliding,  
Children will get their Christmas gifts.
In the whole of valley snow is shining,
Bells are ringing, the sleigh is sliding.
Snowy gardens, snowy surrounding.
Schools are closed, enjoying the kids.
Bells are ringing, the sleigh is sliding,  
Children will get their Christmas gifts.

The valley shows snowy-glowy face;  

Woods are enveloped in silver flakes 

Heaven rains blessings in winter's grace.

The valley shows snowy, glowy face;  

Birds disappeared, trees did misplace. 

Lakes and rivers eat cream of cakes.

The valley shows snowy-glowy face;  

Woods are enveloped in silver flakes 

Snowy gardens, snowy is surrounding.
Snow on roof top, snow in the streets,
In a wonderful season life is thriving,
Snowy gardens, snowy is surrounding.
Falls are sleeping, breeze goes chiming. 
Sun traces vent, in the sky it tweets.
Snowy gardens, snowy is surrounding
Snow on roof top, snow in the streets,

Suffering cold flue

suffering cold flue

loses control over nose

incessant sneezing

incessant sneezing

spatters bacteria on friends

has no handkerchief

Mistletoes' smiles

Wanted to remove mistletoe

the apple orchard owner,

loaded on the apple trees

sucking their food and water.

I picked and sold some clusters,

bought Christmas gift for my sister.