Scent of His name

we make all efforts

for comfort of our body

for good living and food

buy things to garnish

our abode and the body

but do we bother the soul

soul is immortal

it’s a well known fact to us

but don’t care to adorn it

we don’t need to buy

things to garnish the soul

just need to fill heart His name

one day I discerned

holding His name to my heart

shall make my soul elegant

my heart is now swelled

filled with the scent of His name

I crave to keep for ever

Thank you, Water!

Without the water earth will burn.

It is water that cools down the sun.

Without water there won’t be a life.

Without water no one can survive.

Journey of life, as far we perform;

Energy in the body, travels along.

It is the water which makes it travel.

As long it flows in body, we go well.

Wonderful water! you grow the things

which are essential for our livings.

A thirsty knows, value of your one sip.

In absence of you, nothing can live.

On this wonderful planet we subsist

because here, amazing water exists.

Wonderful water! should I thank you

or Him who has created you!

(C) S. D. Tiwari

God's humor

God made the splendid universe

and created creatures to live.

He made deities to bless them

and the devils, trouble: to give.

He put human, His protagonist

into the circus ring to dance;

in accordance to his desires

or say ringmaster’s ordinance.

Amongst so many others,

made, human’s main desire; hunger.

His creature is prepared to do

many funny things for his fodder.

God watches performing him

and laughs on bizarre shows.

But they are His own children,

extremely well He knows.

Seeing His children in trouble,

God changes humorous mood.

Triumphs them in their mission,

kind God provides them food.

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God made this great universe

He made deities and monsters

In between them, the human

To make dance a rink master 

Men written stories bear

Mostly three type of characters

Those are the hero and villain

And to entertain, a joker

God’s that rink master

Perhaps is the hunger

Which make creatures dance

To find their  fodder

Each person do funny things

And variety of show

God watch them and laugh

the typical things and  

He made millions of creatures

And gave everyone hunger

For that they keep dancing

Become chain of fodder

to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I w

O God

If we do not follow plans / path of God
we never feel peace or joy inside

Worldly opulence can give fun

But God’s prayer gives joy

Worldly opulence can give you comfort

But prayers rest to soul

Your fun remains for the instance

But joy for ever

For the fun you desire worldly things

Desire for worldly things induce to race for more and more

That becomes cause of your woe

For fun you have to pay and for joy you pray

That is why for fun you wander for the money

Extreme joy comes from unionism with God

We do so much for the flesh but really nothing for spirit

Beauty medical health

In God we are free from sin and can live plenty of life and pretty life

With joy and peace

O God I have been indulged

In collecting worldly things

I have been in hurry always

Didn’t find time for Thy prayers

Desires always tried to rule my soul spirit

I have made mistakes known and unknown

I know Thy exist everywhere

I know, Thy understand everything.
I know, Thee would forgive
and give place at your pretty home.

I went to a tourist place

Where I was alone and enjoying beauty of nature

I wanted to capture few snaps of that beauty

alongwith my presence

there were many people but because of language problem could not communicate

one gentleman saw camera in my hand and understand the problem

Delhi streets

I live happily in one of Delhi streets

I get my eggs and bread at just few feet

Hustle and bustle all the day

In narrow spaces, kids play

Freedom of dumping garbage and spit

These Delhi streets have no footpath

Pedestrians, hardly get space to walk

Sides of streets are engaged

By the hawkers and markets

At remaining spaces, cars are parked

If a girl is walking in any of Delhi streets

Imagine, going to get what type of treat

Romeos, who are unengaged

till she’s lost, will stay to gaze

For the next girl same doing will repeat

Race for life

busy life, hard to get time

for gossips and mutual interactions

load of worries of the work on mind

leads to lot of tension

meagre exercise and walk

miserable entertainment and smile

no visits to friends and relatives

no excursion tour for a while

if you go to the doctor

having your life without humor

he would soon detect

you have the brain tumor 

Love to Krishna

When touches my heart

Sweet breeze blown by your flute

waives transform into the storms

Ocean of my heart

Goes vibrant along the tunes

Squalls of reverie do form

Upsurge hurricanes

shove me into further depth

and drown in the ecstasy

Me, solitary

Endure inside the ocean

Leave everything else at shore

                         Yours Radha

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Organ transplantation

Suffering from the mental disorder

Patient goes to the specialist doctor

Done brain transplantation

That was of a brain surgeon

On discharge sues for process error

In a case of heart transplantation

Heart of a died nurse, got a person

After his own treatment,

he began to care patients

and love her friend, same surgeon  

She had no courage...

Her parents and the society pressed

Under the situations she was depressed

Fate of the future, she din’t know

But she had no courage to say no

Option of love was not her property

Matches decided, by parents and society

To a strange person, she had to devote

She had no courage to say no

  

It had to be, her day of doom

Because she didn’t like the groom

Wedding procession arrived at door

She had no courage to say no

Groom was of the age of her double

There was no match of the couple

Against her will things had to go

She had no courage to say no

She lived in the vicinity of rural

She was jobless, parents were poor

She could not depart from the woe

She had no courage to say no

Indian wedding was solemnized

To the groom’s house, she arrived

She had to live like a hostage

She had no courage to say no

She tolerated all, for some time

But how long could live suffocating life

How long water of torture could flow

Now she had got courage to say no

She met a young boy in due course

He liked her and loved of-course

She decided to abscond from home

Now she had got courage to say no

Heroin (drug)

I am not Hollywood actress,

But once you like, you would fall in love.

I am daughter of morphine,

From the poppy genre, have taken birth.

My love is so intense,

cloud your heart and mind within seconds.

You are so cruel to me,

To give fume, you burn in different methods.

I do take revenge with you,

Slur your speech, impair vision and make jittery.

As much your love deepens,

I heighten your heartbeat and impair immunity.

I am your darling heroin,

I love to live in your veins, you love me I force.

You get lost your willpower,

Once you marry to me, can’t easily divorce.

Path of God

seen many people

having money and power

feel that they are everything

but the same people

when face any tragedy

find themselves poor and helpless

most powerful kings

have been seen hiding in dens

begging others for their life

big industrialists

filled with proud of their richness

seen plunged in insolvency

proud of swimming fish

also gets trapped into net

that takes her apart to die

great souls fill their mind  

with His name prayer and praise

and follow the path of God

S. D. Tiwari

Why do I write

The ocean possess a great treasure

But how you know, unless churned

Soil has the power to grow plants

But how you know, unless seed is sown

You know, water quenches the thirst

But unless you drink, how it can!

An artist needs to display his art

Else just a thought in his brain, it may remain  

Poetry has the muse, music and message

And the poet possess the property of poetry

How shall it be benevolent and significant

Unless set out of his mental territory

As much the art is spread, it gives pleasure

Broadening the circle is artist’s treasure

My dustbin

Every morning when I rise,

I find my dustbin hungry.

The waste collector had compelled

to puke and made its belly empty.

The dustbin is so nice, whatever I give;
eats happily rubbish and roughage.

That all, is its fodder,

the things what I say is garbage.

Begun with my breakfast ,

I feed it throughout the day.

It gulps in, everything offered

and cheerful, always stays.

I don’t really bother,
whether things provided are, of its taste.

Nonetheless, I offer to feed

whatever, I find surplus and waste.

  

I don’t hesitate to share with it,

my mistakes and the secrets.

Putting in, even the confidential scraps,

I have not yet felt any regret.

Though it gets full chance,
many dark sides of things, to read.

But very faithfully it hides,

all of my disgraceful deeds.

I have seen my dustbin,

most happy on Halloweens.

Because it gets it’s tummy filled

with fresh skin of pumpkins.

Once, I returned from excursion,

saw tears, and thought it did weep.

In fact, the bin was left out

and a stray dog had peed.

Sometimes, with dirty things

I make its life, like hell.

It turns into greatly annoyance

and reacts by foul smell.

If compare to Sir Mikebike’s

I find my dustbin better.

Because I have not got yet,

any Municipality’s letter

Industry

Industry has made:

New things invent

Life convenient

Increased employment

Skill deployment

Civic development

Scientific improvement
Positions prominent

Wealth increment

Financially dominant

Lot of entertainment

Rich governments

Populace adjacent
Food abundant

Informed inhabitants

Industry has made:

Industrialists arrogant

Blind managements

Mechanical governments

Polluted environment

Industrial accidents

Worker’s mistreatment

Value of life insignificant

Machine dependent

Paris

Paris, such a gorgeous place,

where rats and cats both stay happy.

One gets cheese and the other bread,

absolutely fresh and lot of variety.

High white stone buildings,

of this beautiful  city, glisten.

Well dressed and behaved people,

calls for help, they do listen.

Their buckets are bursting,

and bouquets are lively and fresh.

They don’t walk on pretty grasses,

but have concern about their fitness

Ladies don’t read cookery books

but look into their balance sheets.

They are highly apprehensive

about their look and lipsticks.

Do not sparkle like Eiffel tower

well trained but easy going people.

Their life style retains them

in nice temperament  and gentle. 

Fire of love limerick

Fire of love sparkles in heart

Flame of the fire, through mouth spurts

Beware, if it’s dragon’s

Lest you may get burns

Love with care and remain alert

Namaste

If I say ‘Namaste’ or ‘Namaskar’,  that means:

I greet you; as to yourself, I honor and respect.

I expect love, politeness, curtsey, respect in turn

and in the place within you, a relief and help. 

‘Namaste’ is not mere ‘good morning’ or ‘good bye’.

It is honor and respect for the place within a person.

‘Namaste’ at the time of meeting pleases the person;

and for being kind and friendly, evokes a disposition.

‘Namaste’ for the good byes are good to hope

That the mutual love and kindness shall succeed .

The divine places within us shall strengthen

and shall extend  to each other in case of needs.

‘Namah Tubhyam’ or ‘Namah’ addressed to God -

is gratitude, for He has conferred the things;

and, a prayer to Him to continue his blessings. 

Mother earth

every morning

earth looks and begs rays from sun

for her and her children’s lives

sun rises each morn

to give  rays to the creatures

so as they may live and thrive

every season

earth looks and begs rains from clouds

to quench thirst of her children

the clouds rise to rain

upon the noble creatures

so as to quench their thirst

  

earth revolves round

to keep her beloved children

within her periphery

retains her children

the earth, closed to her bosom

by her gravity of love

earth possesses food

grows vegetables and fruits

to feed her beloved children

since how long un-tired

she is doing constantly

till how long shall continue

(C) S. D. Tiwari