Oh! Dear...Come Near........

As I see my sun setting,

Darkened soul of mine fretting,

Oh!My Mother dear, come as a moon,

Light my sky, with your glow, as my boon.

As I see the crowd disappear,

Lone I stand with deserted fear,

Oh!My Mother dear, come as a rain,

Flood my mind, with your love, drowning pain,

As I see my heart bleeding,

Breathless I stand all shivering,

Oh!My Mother dear, come as a breeze,

Wrap my heart, with care, letting my pain to freeze.

As I see my sigh unheard,

Lost I stand away from the herd,

Oh!My Mother dear, come as a song,

Tune my ears, to lullabies that I long.

As I see my tears rolling,

Blind I walk with fear of falling,

Oh!My Mother dear, come as a smile,

Wipe my tears, with warm kisses for a while.

As I see my dreams shatter,

Tired I lay with a mind so clutter,

Oh!My Mother dear, come as a shelter,

let me  nap,on your lap, feeling your soft stroking fingers

As I see my desert blooming,

Delighted I dance with a heart that’s booming,

Oh! My Mother dear, come as the rhythm,

Embraced... Lets sway, listening to our hearts rhythm.






As I see my life stream flowing,

Brave I swim, with a mind never failing,

For I know mother dear, that you are near,

So near..., everywhere….forever……..

EYES

In eyes I see….
Mystifying depths of sea,
Hiding minds pain that boil,
Like un treasured sea soil.

In eyes I see…
Shining stars of sky,
Sparkling love longing to fly,
Like night wait, to see them high.

In eyes I see…
Graceful buds that bow,
Blushing red that flow,
Like girl’s first kiss that glow.

In eyes I see…
Erupting lava that linger,
The spreading heat of anger,
Like a wild lions hunger.

In eyes I see…
Rising forest fires,
The lovely lust as flames,
Like embraced dance of snakes,

In eyes I see…
Darkened clouds floating,
The mourning moments waiting
Like a deserts dream on raining.

In eyes I see…
So silent & calm- a lake,
Taking pains, on others sake,
Like an ocean receiving brooks.

In eyes I see…
The world in you,
My world is you,
& You
Your EYES….

THE GUN SHOT TEARS....

Inspired by a report about Ajmal amir kasab, the prisoner of 26/11 Mumbai attacks, on how he cried during the trial of the 10 yr old little girl[ Devika Rotawan ], who was the youngest eyewitness identifying kasab as the person who fired at her making her handicapped for the rest of her life.

The Nation dreads
Dead violence breed’s
Thick blood spreads
Her dream shreds.

Reminiscing In horror
The night of terror
Stood she in the square
Pointing at the prisoner

The court was silent
Her voice was strident
On how he was violent
The pain - so vibrant

The little girl’s accusation
Gave ‘kasab’ suffocation
Deep in minds jurisdiction
He had no justification

His hands that triggered
Lost hold & shivered
His eyes that aimed
Knew, they were blamed
His mind that was blind
Knew, what means kind

The little girl’s fear
Drummed loud in his ears
Filling eyes with tears
The human within- appears.

The tears of the terrorist
Melting the deadly frost
Piercing guilt to his spirits
Creating a repenting crust

Let the tears flow
Keeping all guns low
Spreading peace that follow
Letting our little world glow

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The Joker

Cheers from the crowd,
Never made him proud
For music in minds chord
Played tunes that drowned.

Dancing to the rhythm of claps,
Soul standing all pain slaps.
Trying to rein tears that gallop,
Waiting to shower on a safe lap.

The painted smile seemed matching,
Eclipsing his hearts aching,
While the world stood watching,
The show with joy-hatching.

Playing the joker's part,
Need of life in all heart
For a smooth ride in life’s cart
Taking turns in path with art.

The joker's we are,
In past & in future.
The smile spreading pleasure,
Around the ring to treasure.

Let the world smile,
At the joker's style,
For he knew his miles,
So far,
Never reaching those miles…

Saraswathi & Shakespeare

In the world of heaven
Where lords & men are even
Asked the bard of avon
To the goddess of words

Oh! Thy goddess of knowledge
Who offers blessings as a pledge .
Was I bestowed them till date ?
But could create tales, as fate.

Oh! Thou lord of bard, you were blessed,
For the worship u had for your deed .
Blessed are all in this world,

For the worship they give to their deeds.

The Desert …….. Flowers

Struggling to stand
For the sand so sober
Stood the plant
Lone in the desert

Heated by incidents
Of lone pain dents
causing roots to thicken
To survive all stunts

Stood the plant drooping
Searching for some soothing
A soft soothe of a drop
The slop drop of Love

Seasons change
Reasons change
Wait alone stays
For a drop in range

Quenching for a drop
Searched the plant – a drench
For a feel of moist
To its roots the most


Ends the long wait to rain
That no heat can drain..

A cool breeze to sway
Clouds gather to stay
The best drop to say
Taste my love your way

A drop on the leaf
Healing the heat of grief
The love drop of care
Pouring deep root to share
Blooming the plant
Grooming bud glands

The desert has showered
The plant has towered
The bud has flowered
A life is honoured

Filled with a grace
Swaying a dance
In tune with breeze
In rhythm to humming bees

Drizzle drops that pour
Soaking love to core
Sizzling care that gore
The plant, to every pore

A bless of life
Like hands that hold
A place with peace
Its
Replanted to a nest.....

PAIN OF LOVE?

PAIN OF LOVE:

This was written by me at the age of sixteen,when my first relation broke.

I do remember

a day of december

on an eve of newyear

when you won me over.

From me,

you had nothing to cover

for,i was your lover.

you new no grave

when to me you gave

all that was yours

to make them ours

all for me, to share

but only with care.

At first,

you were just,

for me, a thirst

an answer to my quest

But then

i knew when

at the pit of your heart

i had no part

you had me thrown

out from your hearts throne

you forgot my name

that too, and not for a game

this brought me pain

i pleaded in vain

for no more gain

you had it clear

i was out forever

which i could no more bear

for i love you dear

and i'l love you forever,

........ever....&......ever.........

my lamp

My lamp (this was written at the age of 19, 4 yrs after my lamp left me,after this nothing till date has made a strong desire in my mind to try a hand in poetry, hope this writing space gives some inspiration)

here i am alone
sitting like a stone
with thougts of behind
swaying in my mind

a dog or a deer
a doctor or a whore
everyone everywhere
has a lamp to care

the lamp that showers
the light of motherhood
the lamp that leads
one for evey deeds

somewhere on my way
i heard someone say
that ive lost my lamp
and was ditched to a swamp

i had no light
ive lost my sight
how to fight
to make me right

without my lamp
here i am alone
sitting like a stone
...all.....alone......