Loosen your collar,
Untie your tie.
Remove the worrying furrow,
From between your eyes.

Roll up your sleeves,
Kick off your shoes,
A pair of flip flops -
Those old ones'll do.

No thought, no man..
No treasure, no dime,
That brings you down,
Is worth any time.

There, that's better.
Now that you've found you,
Sing your heart out,
And dance away the blues

From Kejriwal
To
Anna
To
Delhi
All Hell.

Keep calm
and
Just say
All is
Well.

Love, debatable
Highly questionable!
Does it exist
Or just a myth?

Love at its purest form
Is the relation of two
Energies,
Mingling
Combining Synergies.

It's just not the physical,
It's love when two share
the common values,
goals and aspirations.

It is  Sacred.
the state of achieving
Divinity,
It is  spiritual .

It's a promise,
It is honest.
And lies very Secretly.

Trying to relax
A Mosquito bites
It's like paying tax
I do have my rights

It's not a mail or fax
I'm trying to read
Like a movie ******
A string of pearl beads

******* my blood
I spotted a Mosquito
Chennai is in flood
Big boss is not a good show


I hit , so quick
like Zapakkk,
My hand is not for picnic
Listen' o Jack.


And all the systems of
Mosquito stopped functioning.
It's confirmed , for Mosquito
No awakening.

She is the mother
Who has raised a
Son ,
Whose moral values
Touches the sky,
Whose confidence is
like an Aquila
Who  fly,
So high...
Mother is happy,
She has raised a son
Who is busy serving
The mother nation,
Bharat maa,

She is thin
Old, her vitals
Don't function well
But she is living
Just to see her son
Once in a year.

With her old shrunken,
Eyes she waits ,
Her dry massless wrinkled
Hand waits ,
To touch his son
Once in a year.

She is the mother
Who fed her son
With so much love &
Care ..

now that love and care
Is enjoyed by
By a billion and more .



As once Napoleon said,

Great nation need nothing
Much as Good Mothers.