in a delicate space,
between two worlds,
as a man of principle, wit and courage,
at a world gone mad
Many glimpsed that he
lived by ideals,
that they had lost sight of,
in a cacophony of rowdy noise
The bullet did nothing
to stop him from living
in our hearts and mind
Unbowed, we will lead,
a warrior's life
To crush those who hide behind
for a sniper's bullet.
Today we witness many divers among us
Society in contemporary has eroded values
I study all those patronising benefactors
Influencing many a temple, church, and kovil
I remember they are dressed spotless in white
The epitome of poetry inspiring others emulation
Austere personalities striking in stature and poise
They build upon expectations of others
Riding and standing high on the shoulders of the poor
On their heads they carry great relics of veneration
Fighting competing with their other equals
At heart selfish, conceited, prejudiced and evil
They are the megalomaniacs of present society
They commit heinous crimes of defected values
Power hungry, money thirsty, and prestige oriented
They deploy devious means towards attainment
Using unscrupulous methods and evil ways
Well hidden, unseen, unheard means towards posterity
Crushing, Trampling and outsting rivals rich or poor
The trend is to balance this circus act of selfishness
To cover all ill deeds done in confidential silence
They balance it with dexterity and craftiness aloud
Making the biggest sound trumpeting good deeds
They publicise and call out loud in benefaction
Once again the weak and the poor are footed
But not themselves who will fall and loose very soon.
Love vs. Horoscope
He and she entered the university
From the same area but from different schools.
He was studying computer science
And she electronics and communications.
They fell in love the very first day they met
As if they were made for each other
They were so much in love that they could not
Spent a day without seeing each other.
Parents of both had no objections
And the boy visited her at her home
Her parents treated him
Like their own son since they had no sons.
After four years their university life
Came to an end and both of them were able
To find well paid jobs in the capital city.
Their parents were now anxious that they
Marry and settle down since they
Had no obstacles to delay the marriage.
Their parents had their horoscopes compared.
To their horror they found the girl's horoscope
Had Kuja and Sunnie in the seventh house.
Any the person who marries her without
A reciprocating combination of planets
Would die within a short time.
When they heard it, they were devastated
Parents of both parties did not want to
Defy the words of the astrologers and wanted.
The boy and the girl to make a final decision.
Boy had no care for astrology, but the girl
Loved him so much she decided to brakaway
So that her destiny will not affect him in any way.
The advent of Rosy's day
My sweet princess
On the primrose path
Dews of grass pins
Wetting her rosy feet
Petals of May flowers
Trickle upon her hair
Whilst drizzling drops
Kiss her pinky cheeks
Befalling sun rays
Glitter her blue eyes
Dangling flower creeps
Emitting salutary fragrance
Serenity and profundity
Radiating around her
Brightened the silver valley
Blazing the summer hills
A handful of daffodils
A pearl lined of smiles
Flying hair in the breeze
Brings forth tranquillity
A salutary warmth
Stirs the bee hives
Hovering around the ears
Hum a very sweet tune
With the first ray of the sun
The chirping of birds
Fills the cooling air
Heralding the dawn of the day
Gauzy of translucent wing
E'en as pollen soft,
Coloured bright gorgeous
Wafting airily aloft
Look of innocence, wide eyed
Comes acalling sweetly
Fore light's brightness hath died
Buttery of smooth form
Oozy woozy at touch,
It is wise'n circumspect
For life's span isn't much
Flowered garden's best friend
Atop honey blooms asplendour
Rising to bowers of fern greens
Butterfly is beautiful'n tender!
Is this golden worm that was
Chrysalis on cool splayed leaf,
Which munched'n matured
Exquisitely in hours brief?
Sky waters on
To bloom into life
And you my friend
My heart to die
Going after a mirage
I had been floating like a feather,
With no strings attached, with no conscience to repent,
Destiny made me to land on an oasis,
An oasis in a huge desert....
I was enchanted, fascinated,
Nourished, cared and loved even beyond the fullest...
'Everything seems to be too good to be true' thought I.
'You are going after a mirage,
Finally everything will be all to no avail' repeated everybody around
'Even mirage has its own beauty,
Own fascination, own existence, and own faith' argued I.
Nobody listened, nobody cared,
Some even laughed at the idea..
But though I'll have to return to the desert one day, and even be
scorched by the sun,
Or though I'll be so fortunate as to stay in the same adorable,
In that dangerously cherish able place,
I love my oasis,
I love my mirage,
More than anything else in the world,
More than myself..
It was the best of times
When you were with me
And it was the worst of times
That you left me
It was the age of wisdom
When you trusted me
And it was the age of foolishness
I thought you'll never mistrust me
It was the season of light
When you spoke to me for hours
It was the season of darkness
That you haven't spoken for ages
It was the spring of hope
When we planned the future of ours
It was the winter of despair
A stranger came between us.
It was the fulfilment of life
When I fell in love with you
And it was the loss of life
That you broke up with me
Merely because of that stranger.
One, two, three......
I have climbed,
Life's lofty ladder,
Slowly but steadily,
Here I am seated on the last rung,
Tired and exhausted,
Looking round at the world,
The great wide wonderful world,
But I do not hesitate,
To look down,
To see how I have climbed,
And from where
I have climbed,
I am in the Race
I see a serene garden,
which is filled with
I am keen on admiring the beauty
But I have no time.....
As I have to run in the race....
I see a singing bird
who sings sweetly
I would prefer to be relaxed and
listen the nice music
But I have no time....
As I have to run in the race...
I see some kids are playing and
I like to join them in their fun
But I have no time......
As I have to run in the race.....
Garden of Diversity
Lets sow seeds
In the garden of Diversity
And nurture them with loving care and fealties
The flowers of diverse hues
That bloom in the garden of diversity
Shall spread their fragrance of fraternity and affinity
And enhance the beauty of the garden of diversity
Let peace, amity and tranquillity
Prevail in the garden of diversity
Be a beacon to mankind
Mired in discord, enmity and disharmony