Dejected by the performance
in an administrative test
a guy returning home
couldn't give his best

Perturbed mind
deluged with spike
It was only his reflexes
controlling his bike

A crowd gathered
on the road
grabbed his attention
switching off his thinking mode

He applied brakes
only to know
the real life and the turns
it takes

An office guy
had met an accident
remaining was the trampled car
while the soul had gone far

Filled with mixed feelings
of guilt and fear
sitting on the roadside
he couldn't stop his tear

Gathering himself
he kicked the bike
Mind was dumb
with no more spike

He reached home
and hugged his parents
he had got his answers
and he never laments

In spite of aiming high targets
he now accomplishes his immediate goals
Instead of showing off in the society
he plays his each and every role

For now, life is his only test
and he has to give his best

Today, an engineer near to his village
he writes and writes with courage....

From the very childhood
I used to go to a temple
amidst the valley beyond the wood
a heavenly place for soul to 'scramble'

Near to my college  
near to my home
a divine support
where ever I roam

In groups I talked about the place
that ultimate peace, the solace
My friends though never visited
had that same 'feel' enlisted

Blessings bestowed to them in ample
Not sure behind this was the temple!!!!
Many of them went abroad
and I on the same road

A selfish corner of mine
made a query to the shrine
The answer cleared the grim
“HE WANTED ME TO BE WITH HIM”




Note: 'HE' for Almighty

She loved him badly
but she loved her brothers too
The world called her infidel
and she had nobody to sue

Fallen into exhausted slumber
Mirza - her lover couldn't see her brothers arriving
The renowned warrior never feared the number
..........the only concern Sahiba was having

She had to choose
between her brothers and lover
and love had its fate
yet to discover

Love for brothers ruled the chart
blood thicker than water proved to be thicker than love too
though both pumped from the same heart

The Love-bridge from her brothers to Mirza
proved to be narrow
and she broke all his spears
and every single arrow

Once again in the hands of fate, the love cried
Mirza....the warrior, the lover....finally died.

Note: Legendary Sahiba set a mile stone displaying giving nature of Love.........Sahiba died just after Mirza....and saved her brothers from the inimitable warrior

A naive innocuous man
disregarded even by his wife
out of her vanity as a princess

The only strength for him
proved to be his beloved 'Pushpavali'
A lady with character and will
who took the river of words out of the rocky hill

She transformed a dyslexic 'kali'
to an intelligent Kalidas - true love of pushpavali
and sacrificed her life
to make her love meet his wife

Kalidas renowned as a great poet
but the poem was incomplete yet

His poems were highly praised
unknown to the inspiration
from which they were being raised

Kalidas as a poet was much above
but the very fact is that
behind all this was TRUE LOVE  

TRUE LOVE of Pushpavali !

Like a burnt sap wood soaked in water
this life used to crave for you
So meaningless it seems now
Thank God ! I didn't have you

Love is never for a person
Oh God... I got you
I got you
Thanks for the preview.....

And yes you...you my dear
I regard you as my angel
And wait......
Oh my unaware soulmate

In this body of yours you never loved me
you never had a clue
But you will got to know on your own
That it was You and only You.

Nobody understood
those pathetic eyes
jibes all the way
unfolding luscious ties

All were gazing her
with ambiguity
but what I realized
was that inside beauty

Amidst the metro
full of lecherous in disguise
those eyes asked me
for being so nice

And these eyes of mine
closed for a moment
in respect of the inside shrine
bringing a smile on her face so divine....

Coming out of all the myths
the deities, the idol worships
I dared to challenge myself
to disapprove my childhood God kept on shelf

Then began the period of unrest
the soul was no more body's guest
Mind surrendered to the inside quest
and I had to pass the divine test

Though I wasn't a atheist
but for so-called God, this soul wasn't a feast
I again dared to challenge myself
this time to dismay this world's God itself

No doubt ! Almighty is there
much beyond time and thought
yet you wish to believe
believe in yourself as if you were God !

My past karma are so
that they make me go beyond
just being a human
while the present ones
tend to fall me from the same....
Amidst the struggle of these two
I am falling for his name..

A lady had a garden of oranges
oranges were green
her children were in teen

The garden was irrigated
oranges went yellow
her children needed 'fellow'

The garden entered spring
oranges got burr  
her children left her

The garden suffered autumn
though oranges were ripe
her endless tears... and nobody to wipe

The garden may love its fruits
and oranges may be orange  
but this poet wants revenge !