Maa tere aanchal me humne Sara sansaar dekha hai,
Maa tere aankhon me humne khushiyo ka bahar dekha hai,

Maa tere charano me humne swarg ka dwar dekha hai,
Maa tere dil me humne baccho ke liye pyar dekha hai,

Maa tune Hume sabse pyaar aur samman karna sikhaya hai,
Maa tune srishti Ki rachna kar Ghar ko jannat banaya hai,

Najane bhagwan ne Maa ko kis mitti se banaya hai,
Khud sabhi dard chhupa kar Hume hasaya hai,

Maa tune Hume nau mahine kokh me rakhkar najane kitne dard uthaya hai,
Janm ke baad apna dudh pilakar Hume buddhimaan aur takatwar banaya hai,

Khud roya zindagi bhar jisne Maa ko rulaya hai,
Bhojan ke liye khud bhatakta rha jisne Maa ko bhukhe sulaya hai,

Maa ki sewa karo kyoki esne Duniya bnaya hai,
Khud bhukhe rahkar  bhi hume khilaya hai,

Duniya ka sabse sachha Gyan  Maa  Papa  me hi sikhaya hai,
Khud bhale hi padhe likhe na ** lekin aapko padhakar ek safal insaan banaya hai....

I am stripped bare
Of clothes
Of flesh
Of bones
Of blood
Of mind
Of heart
I am less than nothing
No more than mist
Whimpering in the wind
A child afraid of the unknown
Of the things that say goodbye
In this life
In the dark
And in the light of day
And what is time
To the dead
To the living
To the loved
To the lonely
Where did yesterday go
While I was looking so forward
  to tomorrow
   and tomorrow
     and tomorrow
Did I forget something today
What is it I am looking for
Staring off into the emptiness
Into the cold indigo face of midnight
Into the fleeting moments of eternity
Trapped in the burning stars
That play hopscotch
On the cosmic blueprints
Drawn out by the children
Of the time before
Before the gods came
And robbed them of their innocence
And stripped them bare
Of their clothes
Of their flesh
Of their bones
Of their blood
Of their minds
Of their hearts
And what did these gods do
With all that they stole
Did they find what they
  were looking for
Did they find dreams
Swirling and encased in marbles
Clouds made of cotton candy
Dinosaurs that roared and danced
Was it worth the death of innocence
Did they pause to regret
Did they pour it all back
Into the universe
And beg themselves
For forgiveness
Did they cry
Until they became nothing more
Than mist whimpering in the wind
A dream of death
Cold and tired
Of her endless reaping of souls
Begging an empty sky
To release herself
From her soft black velvet robes
That stretched and swayed
Beyond the infinite horizon
To feel her own cold lips
Pressed warmly to her brow
And blaze in a grand final flash
Into nothingness
And in this dream
Did these gods
Find themselves
Stripped bare
Of clothes
Of flesh
Of bones
Of blood
Of mind
Of heart
Where they became
Less than nothing
And there in the nothing
Will I find what time is
To the lonely
To the loved
To the living
To the dead
Will I learn from the dead
Will I dance with the living
Will I find beauty in the loved
Will I give comfort to the lonely
Will I strip myself bare
Of my clothes
My flesh
My bones
My blood
My mind
My heart
And find that nothing
Is everything
That is beautiful
About being
A child whimpering
And afraid
Of all the things
That one day
Have to say
Goodbye

in the midst of real life we scream our most desperate
              dreams
our
passions
    on white screens
penned
innocent
      symbolisms remain

and you and I
          look for rhythm within
our ups and downs
                       and you and I

lost like ships not knowing
the dark  the mornings

is there  any port
             like the white between
      innocent lines          
        
listen.

there she is the ideal the greatest creation ever
her womb just magical touching heaven
as no word from psalms or human designs ever could
and I worship her
her beauty and her brevity so fleeting
I sigh in awe
I cry when I am granted entrance
I feel as though
a kingdom has  been opened
a wish upon the first star has
been granted every time
the body woman
the perfect form
graces me eyes
with but a glimpse
and I have been granted
a few times
her majesty her warmth her charms
so how could I not praise or sing
about
how might I go without her
day to day
but hope and positive
thinking
or save enough memory
to get me
through any drought

Oh, we are what we are when in danger
And we are as we stand head in hands
When a friend brings to light on a cold silver knife
You can stare your fate right into his hands
To his hands

Oh, we are what we are when we'll name to
Be the soul-owning guardians of land
And there's always advice on a cold winter's night
Like your dreams are just an island in the sand
Way out in the sand

Don't it seems so strange
How it just don't change
Things just stay the same as they've always been
Some of us are out to win
And some of us are out just to aim
Just out to aim

Oh we are what we are when we're praying
In our way of seeking some light
May the mission bells still ring of the colorful dream
In the faith that everyone will be treated right

Will be treated right on a cold, cold night.
Will be treated right in a hopeless fight
Will be treated right, will be treated right
On a cold, cold, cold night
Will be treated right

casual conversations
evoked then folded
amongst the personal things
stickered and stored
i've so often asked myself
is it possible to fall in love
with every woman
that you ever meet
and if so
how do you let go
and where can you find
a removal van for the mind
for the memories
of all that's left behind
stepping out to start anew
how can i cleanse
in this irish summer rain
with it's tears of a lost love
permeating through
everything i own
records and books
now boxes on a pavement
left signing an old tune
to these photographs of you
of a time
where a photograph
was so much more
than a nine second delay
but something to own
yet like these memories
time too gets overtaken
with no distance left to run
i try to hold as best i can
from the steely approach
of the oncoming removal van