Will an angel ever fall from heaven?
And suffer from any pain
Like  quite an ordinary woman?
When her toe is badly broken
Should she be forsaken?
I wonder whether an angel will groan
Or mourn for an unexpected loss!
Will she think like a woman of superior class?
Or just like the one of common mass

Will she ever suffer from anger or hunger?
Is she always safe from any danger?
Which language does she speak?
Will she come to our poet freak?

What poem does she write?
Does she know about our poetic site?
Have you ever seen her Sight?
I have seen her in the night?
It’s just my imagination. You are Right

Looking at the sky at night is a beauty
It should be every poet’s eternal duty
I believe in the law of relativity
Because what we see is not absolute reality
What you perceive is not the real view
Your very eyes will betray you
The earth looks standing
And the sun appears moving
The sun looks traveling from east to west
Because the earth is rotating at its fastest
The sun seems to be bigger
The star appears very smaller
Now you look at the star
Which may not be there
Even for the greatest scientist
The universe poses a puzzling test
On the vastness of this gigantic universe
Only a poet can write many a beautiful verse

The past always haunts me like a ghost
and an angel too.
The ghost reminds me.”you did not do certain things properly.
you made many mistakes.
you should have been a better person
If you had done this and that.
but the angel comforts me  saying
“you did many good things too.
you faced many difficulties
but you faced them bravely.
you learnt many lessons
from your mistakes.
you have still a bright future.
There is no use crying over split milk.
You can make some sweet dish out of it.
thers is no scope for ifs and buts in life”
I have decided to drive the devil out
and welcome the angel in.

What is the meaning of our life?
We are born at a place.
live for some time
enact different roles
and leave this earth like a stage
and are heard no more

Nothing seems to be in our control:
our birth, colour, gender height,race, nation or our death
we plan many things
some things go as planned
other things happen unexpectedly.
sometimes we are optimistic
ant at times we tend to be pessimistic
but we boast of being realistic

when everything goes wonderfully
we feel we are very great
when everything turns against us
We desperately turn to God for help
Whether God created man
or man created God is a great puzzle
the existence of the soul
is as mysterious as God

Our life continues to perplex us
we may be a king or a servant
our stay on earth is not permanent
it is undoubtedly transient
only philosophy gives us some solace
Even if we live in a Royal palace

Who says that there is no magical word in the world?
A word can charm you to be a great personality
Or it can destroy the whole community
It is greater than a so called magical wand

A word can unite two staunch enemies
Or it can break the comity of nations
A word has great power in this vast universe
It may be in the form of verse
Or it can be a great religious discourse
In fact, it is man’s great spiritual force

Al history is recorded in word indeed
We should be true to our word in our deed
And careful about the word when we read
We should be cautious of our word when we plead

Our word should be as pleasing as a sparrow
Lest it should pierce the soul like an arrow
Our mind should never become narrow
If mindful of our words, we will be heroes tomorrow

Good friendship is like noon sun
Looks smaller in the beginning
But grows bigger and bigger by evening

Bad friendship is like morning sun
Looks bigger in the beginning
But gets smaller and smaller by noon

It is better to have fewer friends
And to retain them for life
Than have many friends
And lose one by one soon

A friend doesn’t happen on a face book
He/she should grow in our heart
Like a plant in earth
Which grows bigger and bigger
And branch out for posterity and eternity

Jesus shed his holy blood
to wipe out all human fraud
He wanted to serve people
and tried to protect them like his own pupil

They tried to crucify Jesus
who was born to save them from crisis
Humans suffer from the original sin
they always think of their kith and kin

Jesus is an embodiment of supreme sacrifice
He will free all of us from our vice
He was not at all scared of his mortal death
because He was extremely sure of his eternal re-birth

Let this GOOD FRIDAY fill our heart with mercy
and drive out all  heresy
Let us all follow Jesus’ Divine principles
and become his noble disciples

Don’t think that the dry sand can’t do anything
It ***** the whole of rain waters
Don’t think that the tiny ants can’t do anything
They will **** the powerful and poisonous king Cobra
Don’t think that the powerless poor can’t do any thing in a democracy
They take away the power and the position of the mighty
Don’t forget that the tiny drops of water make the huge ocean
Don’t forget the collective strength of the mass
It shakes the very foundation of the aristocratic class

When I sleep in the dark
*****  try to wake me up
But I don’t listen
The sun enters my bed
And touches me with his warm hands
Then I wake up from my slumber
This has been happening since my childhood
I was a student forty years ago
Now I am a teacher student
Still I go to the same school
I was a child forty years ago
Now I am father to two children
I think I am a childish man
My roles have changed
But my behaviour hasn’t
I think the basic nature of a child
Doesn’t change even it turns into  a man or a woman
Because child is the father of man

Can a poet write a poem
For the sake writing a poem?
I think he will certainly can
But it becomes mere fun

A poet needs to be emotionally touched
His creativity is incredibly recharged
A beautiful poem is instantly released
And the reader is immeasurably pleased

Unless something touches his heart
There can be no creation of everlasting art
Spontaneous overflow of emotions is poet’s natural part
It makes his poems immensely smart

A poet can't always write at his best
He needs to pass the readers' test
If jaded, he needs considerable rest
His poem becomes  the seeting sun in the west

I adore the seasonal harvest
To our eyes it makes a feast
The sun rays make the golden corn
A delightful and lovely morn

The corn bends with the grain
In a soft flowing breeze and rain
And looks like a beautiful woman with  gold ear rings
My heart and soul naturally and delightfully sings

After the harvest women carry the mounds on their head
Like the angels in heaven beautifully and gracefully tread
When the corn is thrashed to the floors
It looks like a heap of golden pearls
What a joy to be a farmer!
And to behold nature’s graceful corner!

Duty is undoubtedly our God
If we perform it without any fraud
This world becomes a safe haven
And the earth it self turns into heaven

But the Satan in you stands in your way
and tries to keep your ideals at bay
Honesty makes you spiritually pure
but you become financially pure

Integrity is the best quality
But it doesn’t enhance your property
Even your spouse hates your simplicity
Every body tries  to mock at your purity

Jesus was crucified for his uncompromising principles
It was a pity he was deserted and deceived by his own disciples
But he was not at all afraid of his temporary physical death
because he was extremely sure of his eternal re-birth

If you want to go beyond the physical zone
you should enter the spiritual lane
Spirituality elevates you to the status of God
you will surely get the blessings from our Lord

The past always haunts me like a ghost
and an angel too.
The ghost reminds me.”you did not do certain things properly.
you made many mistakes.
you should have been a better person
If you had done this and that.
but the angel comforts me  saying
“you did many good things too.
you faced many difficulties
but you faced them bravely.
you learnt many lessons
from your mistakes.
you have still a bright future.
There is no use crying over split milk.
You can make some sweet dish out of it.
thers is no scope for ifs and buts in life”
I have decided to drive the devil out
and welcome the angel in.

She is a poetic muse
Her poems I always choose
Like an electrical fuse
She sends out great power
And like a sprinkling shower
She makes me shiver
A perennial river
Who has cosmic power
She sits at the tower
From her wonderful quiver
She shoots the arrows of flower
Like an angel’s delightful wings
Her writings are imperishable sayings
She is a divine rose
And makes me doze
Her poetry is intoxicating wine
Far brighter than sunshine
She is lovelier than moonlight
And makes our souls bright
She comes from heavenly light
To cause all of us great delight
She belongs to the universe
And is immortal in her verse
I sit at her tender feet
Wondering at her poetic feat
Let us all give her a big hand
As she makes our lives so grand
She is a nectar ******* bee
Could you guess who that muse could be?

Which poetry is better?
Should it be simple, vague Or complex?
Does a poet follow meter?
Which is better?
Blank verse or free verse?
Is it a crime to write without rhyme?
Should a poet live in fantasy?
Or he should depict reality?
should a poet write with an aim?
what should be his great time?
can we call everything a poem?
Are there certain rules for its frame?
should a poet write when he is jaded?
My questions may not be avoided
Though they may not all be answered

I am a man of great pluck
I rarely believe in luck
From the bottom I try to reach the peak
And try to know where I am weak

I know I am greater than I think I am
And try my level best to be calm and warm
And I have the courage to face any fierce storm
Encourage myself by beholding nature’s charm

I know trials and tribulations are very common
And I have to face them courageously as man
I am not worried about my life span
And try to live as best as I can

I do believe in cosmic power
And try to climb the spiritual tower
Nature gives me the ability to recollect
And soI stretch my every nerve to be perfect

I have completed fifty years of age today
But I haven’t celebrated my birthday
I haven’t achieved much to highlight myself
Or feel proud of my self

I have just become an English teacher
People may consider me an educated creature
I lost my infancy innocence
And adolescent exuberance
But attained the signs of old age
Though not a sage, freed from unnecessary rage

My beard is graying
Body is slowly weakening
Blood pressure is a bit rising
Hair is alarmingly falling
But today surprisingly I entered the field of acting
Though it is just a beginning of a beginning

I know I am a tiny particle in this vast universe
I encourage and console myself by writing some simple verse
Only my poetic friends give me some confidence
Out of my humble and simple life I derive some sense

I hope God let me live for two more decades long
And make me mentally very strong
I want to make my life a beautiful song
The memories  of right from my childhood do throng