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Narinder Bhangu Jul 2018
life went unbridled
from one corner to another
in the busiest cities
full of activities
for luxuries
however
in a dilapidated
untidy
unkept
broken
room
close to a place
where people sang hymns
in service of god
behind the curtain
of tatters
the hunger wrestled
with three daughters
bit by bit
while the avarice
panged
the poor
in those cities
where digital world
shines
abreast
the Moon
beyond Mars.

( Indeed, I felt pained for death of three daughters with hunger in Delhi.)
Narinder Bhangu.
Narinder Bhangu May 2018
Busy in my bout
of fast life
Mother's day celebrations
I heard around.
Impulsively,
I connected
silently by myself,
my inner soul
with hers in heaven away...

And she firmed the connection
last night
in my dream
taking me back
to the same
terrains and fields,
across the small dried brook,
where she had worked
and I tried to escape
to join the team
of my friends
as a teenager would do;
and..
the same earthen hearth
where she had cooked
the corn chapatis
on those red coal pieces
this motherly bond more firmed
never to break
Of course, it never breaks.

Narinder Bhangu
Narinder Bhangu Jun 2018
The lesson in a book
I have read,
the journey
across the four corners
to refresh
the saddened soul
that always
stayed hollow
a big gap
to fill....

for the time unknown
this gap widened
as I tried narrowing
with my futile efforts
I learned
from all the books.

then, I read
a book
that
the nature publishes
on each branch of a tree,
in the soul of a worm
hiding under a pebble,
and a sparrows' search
for such worms
for stomachful meals
for the day
before joining a flock
to present a scenic beauty
on sky's canvas.

And in its each word
decoded
a feeling of lightness
enlighted
the sad soul
giving a feeling of ecstasy
and I sang a song
of  the fullest enjoyment
playing a flute
of my imagination
disconnected...
from earthly matters
..........................
yet connected
to away and away
beyond
where
beauty reighns
both in thoughts and actions
when cosmic energy,
in its glitz, is
unparalleled, unrivaled

Narinder Bhangu
Narinder Bhangu Mar 2016
It was a passionate love thrill,
that gave an ecstasy to their fill.
Their impulse of love played a game,
with all doors shut to douse the flame.
Their warm bodies sweated and hissed,
on each other’s lips as they had kissed.
A pile of their garments, on one side,
it was a passion of love at its high tide.

Narinder Bhangu

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