Know throughout as

Mohan the enchanter.

or even Gopala or Govinda

Jagganatha is known as



Shri Krishna appeared in Gokul

Many legends have been told

with skin as Jambul as a jamun

And flute music like the song of a bulbul



Legends and stories carry on

through rasleela, they are known

through Krishna Lila, they are showcased

but all throughout the king is born



His radiance appearance of

Jambul skin and a peacock feather

or even crown in Tribhanga and his flute

with sweets notes of love



As a warrior in the battle of Kurukshetra

Throughout the Mahabharata, he is known

here he shared with Arjuna

what is known as the Bhagavad Geeta



Hare Krishna Hare Krishna,

Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Rama Hare Rama

Rama Rama Hare Hare



With this, I offer my salutations to you

Oh Lord Krishna,

Please accept my humble

request to thee

The Key To Success
A leaf has many veins connected by the midrib, similar to the Corolla in flowers connected by the sepal,

A stem has many leaves, connected through it, even the roots in this design- fibrous or tap are in their own way special,

Many stalks form a branch, many branches form a tree but all connect at the base, the trunk,

This happens in every tree, but to rebirth has to separate some chunk,

The message being conveyed by nature is unity is the key to success in this world where every person is a different type of petal,

Land Of The Ganga
In this Garth,  trees are never watered by a soul, but the river Ganges herself,

The trees even after sinking inwards into the ground, continue to bloom in themselves,

Filled with myriad species of undreamt trees and the rarest of all florets in the daintiest of bowers

The most prodigious banyan tree with about three hundred aerial roots is the main

attracter

A tree that stores water is one of the hundred phenomena in the Botanical Garden in the land of the Ganga itself

At twilight, when everything is black
Something silvery arose from the shadows of the dark
While the diamonds appear and stark

At twilight when everything is black,
The sky, not a single diamond it lack
On a wonderful journey of twinkles, it embark

Seeing high beyond the tree's bark
The diamonds glittered as though to spark
While the diamonds appear and stark

At twilight when everything is black
The diamonds glisten to reembark
For the leaves nod as though to hark

At twilight when everything is black
The moon speaks its gentle remarks
While the diamonds appear and stark

The clouds clear to reveal the sky
And those who try to hit this mark
To touch the sky diamonds that lie high,
Leave behind their mark

Deep in the jungle, where there was no light
The tree’s were swaying for there was a fight
Flora and Fauna the greatest of all
Hadn’t been called to the jungle ball

Flora now was a beauty but also a great ,boon to humanity
Fauna there was not so pretty, but she was real meany
Fauna said: This an offence I cannot handle
You go Flora , let me curse a bundle.”

“But you can come and take revenge with me
just you should not betray me”
said Fauna in a cunning voice
“I not know, it’s your choice.”

“Never will, I do so and you wait and see:
How I am turned queen you little spoiled bee,
the jungle is a beauty, I in charge
you see you little meany I am Flora,
Queen of the jungle, you cannot harm me

‘Well Well I gave you a chance, but you can’t dance
I am taking you away somewhere, you never no where”
and with that you see was a great flash
and flora and fauna were burnt to ash
There grew plants which were know to be flora and fauna, green and lush.

Dear Diary, I
Hope you having a good time
If not, let me write
In you, the wonders of life
Live, Love, Laugh, Bye Diary

When the magic disappears
and the cold words stare back at me
I often wonder if it's true or its false
The relationship which is like the unsinkable ship
Is it finally sinking because of no safety harness
And crumbling down because of the space between
I ask my self If its true or is it false.
When the evening sun sets down
The stars then mingle among themselves
But when the morning sun comes
They quickly fly away and only come back
When it's gone down
So every time it sets I ask myself if it's true or if is it false
Well I can't answer that
It depends upon you to tell me
Whether if it's true or is it false,
Did we never share a bond?
Or was it just I lost in a world,
I believed wanted the best for me,
Yeah, So is it true or is it false?
Come let us cross the waters of distance
And create something incredible
Something special that only you and I share
But can we do it,
Cause I've given hope
And I don't know whether it's true or is it false.
Can we cross that bridge or fall in between
I don't the answer
Because I ask you to tell me
If its true or is it false
The bond that once lasted between us,
Is it gone or is it still there hiding in some corner?
The memories we had together,
Are we creating more or has it stopped forever?
I can't say anything,
Cause I've given up all hope
And am wondering,
If its true or is it false.
I trust you, I do
And never had a shingle of doubt,
But in the tale of times, something has happened
Which has caused me to ponder
If its true or is it false
If its time or is not
To go our separate ways,
And if it is, good luck in the future
But whenever our paths cross or before you go,
Just tell me
If it was ever true or was if always false.

Her blue eyes reflected the sunlight
while my brown ones looked down
Her perfect hair bounced the right way
whereas mine looked like a black nest
She sashayed her way through the crowd
and I always stayed in my corner
Her voice touched the perfect notes
whereas mine refused to even sing the simplest melodies
Her excellent grades made her the queen bee
while I was left all alone
But then one day, she came to me and said,
"you're so lucky, you're all I ever wanted to be!"
There were fireworks in my body after listening to her,
But my mind started to wonder,
Now am I the Misfit or her?

Dream ( Acrostic)

During the day you can’t find it,

Reappears never ever as though it was a bandit

Every Night a new adventure begins,

Aeons have passed but, moods it continues to lightens,

My dreams would get me a genuine grade, but some I can’t submit


Worth More Alive
United for wildlife is trying so that the tuskers can strive,

A hundred killed every day, and soon there will be left only five.

The elephants are ultimate help in construction and in gardening,

You do them well, they come to pay you homage barging,

I don’t know about you, but I think elephants are worth more alive.



Smile ( Acrostic)

Sometimes it’s great to simper,

Many take it as pass on letter,

In one go, it can brighten many days,

Laughter now fills the air no matter how strong the sun blaze,

Everyday to smile is the thing one should always remember.


Opened Its Wings
A ship once sailed to this dock,

By accident, it went loose and went on an amazing adventure,

It went to a place it thought it was too feeble to go to,

But that was just its starting point,

Ever since, it has had great adventures, only because it let loose and opened its wings!

RINGS THE EUPHORIA
We promulgate tussle a times

And at time rings the euphoria in the sourest limes,

We have clubbable times and even doleful one,

Sometimes we can be fidus Achates and sometimes with each other we’re done,

But whatever happens we’ll be sisters, like two chimes in a wind chime

Adam's ale lay still
She looked up one night at Asteria,
"Oh great one, you are surrounded by ***** friends,
But look at me, I have no one
And I stand here alone"
"Don't worry little one" said Asteria
Appearing from between the stars,
"You'll have visitors in a time
No one dares to open the hatch"
and disappeared leaving behind some fairy dust.

The leaves turned amber
and started to fall
And the snow came
to visit her dear friend Terre,
The mighty blue lost all its hope

All the green beauty was gone
And what was left was blankets of snow
The symbol of rebirth had withered away
And the calm blue with not an ounce of trust

Just then the snow crane cried
Searching for a place to spread its ivory feathers
It looked down at the beautiful sapphire
and landed there in the warmth of its sod

And the legend can be seen even today
When the scarlet fronds start to fall
The snow angel glides through the clouds
and comes to meet the dazzling cerulean

They continued to shout at her,

But she was not crushed,

Not a single tear left her eye,

Not a single word came from her mouth

But deep down the words of disgust

Had started having their effect on her



Now, I wouldn’t say she’s perfect

But at the  same time, I would call her unique

For she was sweet and smart just like the rest of us

Her hands wrote the neatest calligraphy

And her inner star was ready to come out,

But those words of hatred had told her

You’re not us, you’re not worth it



I thought this happened once in a  while,

But boy I was wrong.

Now every time they saw her

they would laugh at her

Call her the evil names

Tell her she had no friends

But all I wanted was to befriend her



Hours passed into days and days into months

They continued to mock her

So what if she wasn’t good at studies

She’s a rock star

And if continue with your atrocious behaviour

Let me tell you something,



It just proves something she has which you don’t

And if you think she’s not even the slightest bit near perfect

Well, neither  are you,

And my dear friend who aspired me

Just remember, be less sugar and more spice

only as nice as you’re able to without compromising yourself.

Clouds Of Gloom
Loud groans can be heard as the sun begins to disappear,

And many turn on the waterworks as the tears reach the ground near,

Sometimes it is concomitant by snow, hail and leaves,

Other times it’s just tremendously extravagant with a cool breeze,

But when the clouds of goom are gone and a rainbow shines then each soul cheer.

The Birds Fly Home
When the amber leaves fly in the skies,

The orange ball of light shines.

When the birds fly home for the day,

Then the sky turns pink or orange or red, its mood, its way.

And this is where the object of virtue lies.

In the heart of Kolkata lies the palatial palace of the redcoats
The centre of architecture served as the residence of the empress of India
The weapons of war, antique jewellery, charismatic gowns and magnificent paintings gleam with pride
The sharp eyes of the queen catch everything around her as she sits on her throne and is ready to accept the crown
Carved is the coast of arms and the last supper in the abode of the angels
Spacious corridors, stained glass windows, classic architecture, lush green gardens form this cognisant seraglio
The crows and Robbins are her messenger or maybe even the prima donna in disguise
And every morning the angel of the sun turns around and announces the beginning of a newfangled day

She came to me every day,

Always asked me one question,

“mirror, mirror on the wall,

who’s the fairest of them all”

I was not the kind to hurt

her precious feelings

But all I could say was the bitter,

word of innocence but truth is bitter

Every day I said it was her

But the truth made me say, it was snow

And then she became what I call

The evilest of them all

But after failed attempts,

She did not get what she desired,

She was so angry she shattered me

And my pieces fell like million bee

And ever since that day

Each of my tiny piece

Is stored in every mirror on the wall,

To show the truth, to you all

Laugh all you want day
Live all you want darkness show
Still, love all around

Reaching high to rise
Achieving targets your dream
Through own story hard

One listens to jazz
One is in tune piano
But both are great friends

The weeping willow
Weeps for her seed to rise day
Unknown where it is


Let the cold wind blow
Let open my wings to fly
So, I can see world

Open eyes to soar
Let music fill your sweet ears
Dance to beat of joy

Tercet - Like That I'll Never Bee
The places I went were best to see

At each stop, I squealed with glee

Oh, how interesting the world is, like that I’ll never be!

Some people think that nothing is okay with me

They think I’m not cool enough and sports has to be my forte

Just because I retreat home early, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there

So they just leave me out and think I’m rust and they’re the iron

They wanna get rid of me as soon as possible,

But always come to me, when they need something…

I think you should put on my shoes and see how it feels,

And when you face it, you’ll understand how difficult you’re making life.

But I’ll try to be on my best and hope you accept me for who I am

Or I guess we weren’t meant to be, cause you can’t change a thing about me.

And we should go our separate ways.

Created by Da Vinci in utmost grace

And kept for the world to see

But only some know that she was

La Giconda transferred to mean ‘my lady Lisa”

The French emperor was so fond of her

She was enclosed in his bedroom for years

In praise of her artistic beauty

There were many  amazed by her beauty

She’s been changed from time to time

As her eyebrows suddenly appear and disappear

She has her own bedroom in the Louvre

And is kept in a glass case for all  to see

But no one knows if her smile changes

Or her eyes follow us all around

But she will remain the best

For certain she is a wonderful piece of art

And my dear friends

She is none other than Mona Lisa

When night falls and the sun is gone

when we are tucked into bed

The radiant beauty is borns

And once old  granny  said



She is of serine white, a colour of pure

A thousands myths she has spun

A hundred if which she has cure

all the night while having fun



Little did I know, who she is

Just a creature in the night sky

Oh! what can we do of her milky bliss

I wish only…..  Alas I  could fly



The brightest star in the night sky

The silver star like my silver spoon

She wants to be one, but can’t, so try

Oh my dear sparkling star, you’d always be the moon

I was used as a messenger,

Long long ago, centuries flew past me

St Davids had a close anent with me

Then was I known as the symbol of serenity and ardour

I was Inanna-Ishtar’s prominent animal symbol,

Represented her, the goddess of love and war

At times she took my form and flew with me

I was sacred to the Greek goddess Aphrodite,

In my league were Venus and Fortuna

I came back as the founder of land to Noah

Carrying a small branch from an olive tree

But now wherever I fly and wherever I go

I spread the pureness of my white feathers

And the sun reflects my wet feathers

Making them shine like a rainbow,

For I am the true treasure found at the end of the rainbow,

My resting place where the symbol of peace is found.

I had a friend

I had time to spend

But now why can’t I

Just say good bye



Whenever I was blue

she told me be u

But how can I

when there’s no u?



We used to play

like mad all day

But now that there is only me

How can I ever be a cheerful bee?



All the memories we had

It will be the best I’ve had

I had a friend

whom I’ll never suspend



Even if we had fights

none of us’d mind

But now its time for you to go

Be happy wherever you go



All I just want to say

even if you go away

We’re such a friend

whose friendship would never end

As I get out of bed every day

I see a bright light shining away

It seems as though the clouds are brushes

And the mysterious artist always rushes



By the time I get to school

The masterpiece which was so cool

Has disappeared and flown away

The sky seems to be a new sheet, ready to be painted away



Some people think why bother

But they miss the masterpiece of nature.

By the time I reach home and my  hair comb

The anonymous artist has just returned home



The Mysterious Artist sits on his stool

Starts painting and makes my eyes drool

But by the time the bright lights went

The Sky’s Masterpiece Is Born



These precious gifts of nature

Forever will I treasure

And I mind you every time I sleep or Rise

There is always a New Sky Masterpiece of Sunset and Sunrise!

The birds seem to chirp

The air seems to hum

The Light seems to glow

And the wind seems to blow





The dandelions fly by

The birds to fly

The leaves blow across

and the air is filled with moss



The dogs’ bark, the cats purr

The mice are collecting fur

the breeze whistles

as the window shake letting in bristles



As I apply my final touches

I have a chuckle as the brush brushes

And when my painting comes to live

I feel alive

At twilight when everything is black,

Something silvery arose from the shadows of dark,

Along with it appeared infinite dynamic twinkles,

The sky looks like the most radiant set of jewellery with clusters of diamond sprinkles,

And those who ever reach these sky diamonds, leave behind their mark.

Through beds and beds of flowers

Lovely, pretty, sweet and tasty

Wings as tiny as a fairy

Illuminates the bright light to the bower

Swift movements open, close

Great movements up and down

As unique as every evening gown

The Majestic gives every dose

Stretching out her Gown to soar

Flying over great heights

Every single moment she might

Be on top of the world like never before

My ensy-weensy friend who fly

You are as wonderful as you can be

All the time soaring with glee

You are none other than a myriad butterfly!

I was feeling sad and alone

I had just been blown

by my best friend….

but when she came to meet be my friend

After 2 years of being foes,

we were finally best of bows

We got to know each other better

And deep inside the feeling grew stronger

But was it the truth or an act

I’d never know that

One day she sat with me

and that changed

She and I were best buds

we even used to sit on clouds

and talk about the future or funny stories

or even about magical ponies

And as time flew by, we did

something new, no we did not bid

but we invented new words

like water instead of water, and cord instead of curd

But for one thing, we certainly knew, this ship

would never sink, the ship of our friendship

Sitting right next to its mother

The little white eager flower

Is ready to fly away

With seeds to be dispersed

She quietly whispers into her

“I don’t wanna leave” to her mamma’s ear

But the wise old pale white flower

says nothing at all, but just shrugs her shoulder

She takes off to the world

Along with some friends who take off as well

As the little one is left all alone

But not for long as the wind huffs

The little flower was just new and scared by the little puff

But as she continues to fly, so high

She remembers why it is good to leave her stem

She drops her seeds down below and sets off

A journey that one can never decipher,

The journey of a dandelion.

BLUEBELLS RINGING

DAFFODILS BLOOMING

IS IT SPRING OR SOMETHING

OR ARE THE FLOWERS DANCING



ALL AROUND I SEE

NOTHING BUT THE HUMMING OF BEE

CHERISH THE HONEY

CAUSE IT COST NO MONEY



CAN IT BE TRUE

IS  WHAT I AM THINKING

THE SKY’S TURNED BLUE

CAUSE THE FLOWERS ARE DANCING?



WELL IT MAY SEEM TO YOU

THAT I’M KIDDING

BUT, DID YOU REALLY KNOW

THE FLOWERS ARE DANCING?

A circle of stars, to remember

The dreams you love the most

A 100 feathers, to get rid of

The Dreams you hate the most

The wind blows its delicate feathers

Always teaching us, to catch your dream,

You must chase it and never let it go

A little bit of beads always reminds me,

Dream your dreams with your eyes closed,

But live them with your eyes wide open

And every time a bad dream flies away

I smile and never forget to thank

The special box by my bed

And every time it reminds me

Not to let someone else catch my dreams

Cause they are my dreams and I’m their catcher.