A widow in her fifties she was.
Lived in petty hut made out of straws.
Had no relatives dwelt all alone.
Only neighbours were her own.

Loved much her neighbour's child.
Cute little girl, dulcet and mild.
Twas little girl's birthday that day.
Widow was very glad and gay.

Birthday party was held that night.
She waited if someone would invite.
One by one invitees were coming.
With guests house was humming.

Lonely Widow waited in togs bright.
Gazed at house adorned with lights.
Poor woman! her wait had no end.
looking at house hours she spend.

When guests started coming out;
Wait was over and there was no doubt.
She stood and took a breath deep;
And walked towards her bed to sleep.

Yes I confess, yes I agree
that I love to play with fire.
I am well aware that it can
lead to consequences dire.
Yes I know you all love me
but you all are afraid of fire.
I know that you know truth
but danger you don't aspire.
I don't blame if you all don't
want a route through fire.
Your destination through
path rosy you could acquire.
While playing I've burnt all
my dreams all my desires.
My affinity my attraction is
only and only blazing fire.
And if by chance while
playing with fire I am set afire.
And if unexpectedly I turn into
ashes by dangerous fire.
Throw it in oceans, blow it
with winds, scatter it in deserts.
Before with worldly filth and
dirt the ashes are bemired.
So that Haply some explorer
may find the truth I've found.
So that someone may smell
the truth which I've smelled.
So that some thirsty in mirage
may see the truth I've seen.

A curious child asked ' what is life? '
I ignored with a smile dainty, nice.
' What is life? ', ' what is life? '
Pulling my shirt child asked twice.

I took dust from ground.
And flew it in the sky.
Took him close to the ocean.
And flung a droplet nigh.

Showed leaves green on tree.
And how yellow beneath soughed.
Showed the smoke flying high.
And how it vanished into the cloud.

For a child answer was concise.
And I thought it would suffice.

Yesterday night I was there on a bus.
Road was jammed and was a muss.
Bus was empty, travelers were few.
Amidst the jam it crawled through.

Soon I got curious about two old chaps;
Sitting on seats marked 'for handicaps'.
They were different from common folk.
Without making any sound they spoke.

To talk some sign language they used.
I didn't understand and was confused.
Different ****** expression they made.
Lips and hands moved, heads swayed.

With hand they wrote on other's hand.
They savvied but I didn't understand.
On the next stoppage halted the bus.
Holding each other both left without fuss.

I looked but my vision came to a naught;
Mind got occupied with their thought.
Many languages recognized and known.
But their language had beauty of its own.

Two options each has given thee.
Let me give you options three.
You can hate me, you can love me,
And you can even ignore me.

Why I've reached my
destination so late,
should I blame
myself or my fate.
So early I
left my abode
and took the
desired road.
Walked relentlessly
through sunshine and fog
but with stone I chased
every barking dog.

It is so very easy to quote
Muhammad, Jesus and Moses.*
It is so very easy to utter
words filled with fragrant roses.
But it is just not enough, things
one says one needs to do.
Words needs to be put into
action if one is really true.