SCRIBBLING THE FIRST LETTER

scribbling the first letter



remembering the day
scribbling the first letter


everything was ready
golden plate,filled with rice
lamp,was burning five cotton thread
entire room was filled with
pictures of Hindu god and goddess


i was ready on the lap of
my maternal uncle


he put my finger to the rice,
filled in the plate


there was calm,Devine atmosphere
suddenly that was broken
a loud piercing sound came
and i ran away


my mother and maternal uncle followed
to caught me
they failed.....


ultimately i was failed
still i am struggling to
scribble the first letter
whether should i succeed....?
i do not know.....!


remembering the day
scribbling the first letter

RIZ...MY BROTHER

Rizwanur,my brother...
i saw you
in my dreams..

you were next to 'Romeo'
and near to 'Che'

you have been the icon
of love and sacrifice
you shelved your life
for love

it is irony that you were
born in the land
of communism

they are now
promising to the world,
they would render
justice to you

i do not know
how they are....
announcing compensation..?
selling the
elementary emotion..!

love,become a commodity
to the state and the affluent

Rizwanur my brother
long live....
you are next to Romeo
and near to Che.....

butterfly

butterfly

butterfly
absorbing darkness
dispersing colours

though colours
are visible

mutable
moving here
and there
yet not steady

spilling Joy
and happiness
though fragile

caught fire
in her wings
though struggling
to fly high..........

ohh...MY MIND

ohh...my mind

a sea shore

waiting tsunami

now it is calm

some times i feel

like a sky

in the monsoon

drizzling now

and waiting

thunder shower

my daughter

NANDA says

its like sensex

in the BSE

"volatile"

filled with

bulls and bears

ohh.. my mind

simmering one

only one can

mend it

the person

who take

my last breath

and hold

my hand for

the last journey

when i immersed

into her

strong wings

which mould

me into a

pinch of hot ashes

ohh.. my mind

light

light


stars are
staring at a star

i know that
a candle light
is not a star

an odd one
so always not
in the group

I know
my light is
not sufficient
but its pure
till the end of
my span
it will glow

is it a sacrifice...
or a true love...

i know a star
doesn’t need
the glow of
a candle

DECISION

DECISION



every decision

is a starting point
to a bifurcation

one is the road
which often
travelled by many

and the other
is a narrow
pathway

we can't travel
through both
the road at a time

at the culmination point
we will think about the road
which is not taken

what a decision
which i have taken
in my life

just like a123
agreement between
INDIA &US........

nanda

nanda

nanda was a promise
a bond between
two souls
assimilation of
two discipline

nanda is a product
of thoughts
thoughts from
the nomadic period
or before

before i disclose
my love
she might ve been
born in this world

even both of us
may not see her
in our life time
she is here
in this world

i thought she is
my daughter
she called so
we both loved her
i know am still
doing that

i know nanda is
the light
which illuminates
my life

but.....in this
pragmatic world
if i pour my
tears it would
perish my
Compaq brand
new laptop

i do not
want to bury
you in my blog
you will be here
in this world
my daughter
nanda long live......