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| My Poems |
| Blood and Snow Mountains moan, valleys cry the Dall is filled with tears. Thy sky burns, red with fire blazing over the years. Birds are dumb, blossoms dead, the air is echoing screams. Childhood wails, age weeps, the youth is devoid of dreams. Innocence is sacrificed on the ice, blood mixes with snow. Is this the land of paradise? Would no snowhite now grow? |
| Heavenly TodayI saw Heaven in the seascape of the sky in the gentle blue spread around the icebergs soft and white. Today I tasted Heaven when rain fell from the sky making the tired mortal life once again fresh and bright. Today I danced with Heaven when wind came through the sky and took me in his arms and then I danced through all the night. |
| Flower Vase The beautiful blossoms in the vase so fresh, so pretty, so proud. Smiling around for everyone with such diverse colours, such different shades, each one the part of one. Stems already cut, life measured to days, to hours, to minutes. You smile and smile for everyone as if they would care when you droop down and are no longer here. |
| The Destruction A child's wail, a mother's cry, a broken man and his house. A stoned face and closed eyes from the mud a foot sticking out. Houses would emerge one day, life would itself rebuild but those dead would wake no more anklets on that foot - never sing. |
| Burning Gujarat His eyes were frozen in a questioning glance, no longer had they any tears. Horrors horrifying that he had seen, the terrors he had to bear! Just four years old too youg to be told reason for that rising cheer. That he had heard when he was burnt and shrieked with pain and fear. Why had he been torched alive? Killed with a religious spear. Now pray aloud you men of God you killed a child dear. |
| Dreams Such pretty flowers I grasp in my hands, breathe in their sweetness and kiss their dewy life, barring all pain, I pick away the thorns and throw them away, trying to keep the blossoms blooming bound together always with me. but they fall apart and then suddenly I feel a sting and look at my bleeding feet, at the thorn I had thrown. Few drops of pain seep to the grass and my hands are empthy again. |
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| O Lonely Star The beautiful lonely star lost in the twilight the past left behind, future still afar. Why do you thrive all your beauty can not hide the fire of lonliness it comes out viewed, but never realized. |
As it was meant to be. The pretty blossom trembling 'gainst the thorn. Do not fear, the tear might destroy thy bloom. But as they say, that was meant to be. |
| If only! The free flight of fleeting birds. The vast expanse of expanding sky. The swift sway of sweeping stream. The winning wail of wild wind's cry. The happy hues of butterfly's hour. The blush of blooming bee-kissed bud. The laughter of life in loving rain showers. The fragrance of fertility in fresh moist mud. If only I could feel such freedom, if only I could laugh and smile. If only I could sing and dance, and if only I could breathe awhile. |
| Dreams Darkness that lights up the eye with conscious fits of wishful dreams of heart's desires and sould's cry like momentary bubbles on crystalline streams. The wandering mind with its curtained sight flies up to the rainbow's height but one whit ray of sun's fair light dissolves these wonderful visions of darkness bright. |
| Evening all around It was a happy morning bright, a sunny shining start of my day. Gleefully walking around the world, I saw flowery gardens all the way. soon some little plants i gathered and sowed them in my happy soul. I waited for them to grow and develop unaware of destiny bitter and foul. A happy child with hopes fresh, I was a fool I didn't know that scorching stroke of sun and wind lets scarcely any blossom grow. Now it's evening all around and all my plants are dead. save one sole sapling and me and my trembling heart full of dread. I look up for help and pray to God to let me and my dream remain but the sun is shining still fiercely and I feel the wind again. |
| I Exist A star fallen from the sky like a pebble I do lie unknown to the world unseen by Heaven I exist, yes I do. But what's the use when I live not? |
| spring Oh look! How the blue and green play. How gracefully do the bushes sway. The wind rustles playfully thro' the leaves. Oh hear! the whispers of the breeze. The flowers rejoice all around. The birds are singing, oh! The sweetest sound! The colours of rainbow spread on earth. The splendour and glory of re-birth. The wonderful warmth of the loving sun. Oh how this beauty makes me yearn. The soft spread of clouds on sky, I wish I knew how to fly. To dissolve in this season fair or get scattered with the roaming air. A part of this wonderful beauty to be for spring is everywhere, except in me. |
| Stagnation The river runs swiftly by, with many a wave full of joy as ever, full of life, they may break crashing on a rock or dry up mid path, yet still crossing all hurdles, they continue passng the rocks and passing the banks. wave upom wave rushing swiftly by they are travelling, they have no time to wonder at some little pond or puddle where some wave is trapped behind, watching the rush and hearing the song of life crossing the struggles and strife. it lies stagnating, yearning for both the victories over struggle, the joy of life or even a defeat, suffered in the way. anything but this, this stagnation! the misery of this unliving life, the vanishing hope, the rising despair for some change to come, a welcome change! whatever it is, relief or release. |
| a page of newspaper (showing Afghanistan conflict) politicians smiling and making kind gestures futile a vain attempt. In a corner a soldier behind his gun, stern resolved, suspicious, grim. A scared girl, scarred desolate and destroyed seeking refuge of a bare rock. That's all. |
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| The Bird I was sitting in the balcony, looking at the cloudy sky suddenly I saw a bird and heard its wailing cry. A crow was eating all her eggs and destroying her nest too. She flapped her wings and cried in vain as around the tree she flew. The crow ate up all her kids and left with proud brest. She flew straight to her destroyed home to what remained of her nest. Nothing else she did, nor was able to do. Like we are for the cruel destiny, she was a toy too. |
Dear God O God, why do you give dream that break and shatter ? I pray God, I pray to you, If you will listen to me and agree if you could Lord, if you would, please stop giving me dreams which you won't fulfill. |
Feeling the magic Feeling the magic of the night with its twinkling fleet, gazing at moon shedding dear drunken dews of love, they come riding on the breeze -embracing moonbeams. I catch a ray and pick gently a drop of dew to see in it the reflection of some loving eye that like mine must be peering at the moon too. |
Stars Stars, the wonderful stars of the night that shine and outshine So pleasing and so proud. far above the ordinary at envious height. Sparkling and glittering dazzling like diamonds. full of beauty and so full of life. It is true however they burn within. and it is the fire that makes them bright. and mere science that gives tillusory sparkle even when they have lost their might. |
Child The heavy big boots which he wears today. The outsized shirt which he dons for play. Manners and speeches he so cutely repeats, would envelop him in and weigh on him. He would then desire to return to this day and shed off the attire which no more is play. |
The snow decked mounts rising high to kiss the blush of waking sky. Spreading his arms, the Sun smiles to see, the morning star preparing to flee. The river is adorned with colours bright pink and yellow, red, blue and white. Just waking from the slumbering night the birds rise swiftly in a merry flight. Blossoms bloom, roused by the breeze leaves are playing in whispering trees. Beauty is all around, fragrant is the air. I gaze with love, with wonder I stare. Holding his hand, who is not with me. I am alone, but, can it be ? |
Why lingers this melancholy ? What though you be so utterly alone ? See, how the world is rejoicing in the abundance the heaven has shown. The cool showers with loving touch freshened the green and brightened the blue. See, how sweetly the rose blushes still being kissed with love by divine dew. The Sun shines again, see his beauty and although it is time now for him to go yet, with a last loving, lingering look, he spreads his spectrum on earth below. The night is coming gradually by in sweet silence, whispering messages of love. Adorned with jewels, she smiles bright in the love-beams which moon spreads above. There's joy, there's magic in the air. Look at the divine couple and their love-play. And yet there is melancholy, why my heart ? O ! why can't you make the gloom to go away ? |
A long, lonely stretch extending of the concrete road unending as far as I could see. And my tired feet were bleeding. Tears in my eyes were seething as I cried, "Ah me!" Stopping midway, while tending to my heart I stayed attending my paltry injury. Woefully I sat there resenting till I gazed around, repenting aloud I cried, "Ah me!" Bloody footprints were extending on the ground around unending Oh! as far as I could see. |
Graces so freely bestowed yet not given equally. Frivolous hearts profusely get homage of love. Why did then He deny that sweet nectar to me? Loveliness to vain how lavishly He gave, coupled it with love too, and let them trifle with, in heartless ease, the treasure they don't value. Had He made me a little fair and in my share had I got love for me which, don't I truely deserve ? Oh ! how truly blissful would I then be? Isn't my heart pure n' earnest ? Surely He knows. Wouldn't I have cherished true love as softly and gently as a tender petal of rose cherishes a timorous dew ? Wouldn't he be dearer , to my heart more nearer then the entire world can be ? Why then is it that making my fate so sad, He denied the benison to me ? |