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......

my gift

i was a child
to my father
today, my father
is seeing me
from heaven
he is cursing
his fellows

i can hear
the beats
its not regular

i am asking
to the almighty
why i was born
to this world
which is created
by the same
sculptor
who had
created the
wax mansion
for "pandavas"

so many
'duswasnas'
are here
to testify
the strength
of my clothes

number of
"smarthans "
are here to
conduct trials
and reaching
their verdict
that i am
the worst
creature
in this world
for polluting
the puritans

father take
my clothes
and give that
to your fellows
ask them to
present their
girl child

red revolution

RED REVOLUTION

I was playing cricket
at my court yard
in front of my sweet home

one man came
wearing red shirt
said revolution

taken one stump
and asked me to follow
to fencing the product

I was wondered
where is the product
of red revolution

oh....its my court yard
and sweet home
product of red revolution

I saw the product
it is dark
filled with anguish

gunman wearing
'Khaki' shirt came
and asked me to follow

i saw his eyes
pointing on my forehead
heard a piercing noise

an octogenarian wearing
white 'kurtha and pajama' came
wrapped me in red flag

three of them together
men in red ,khaki and white
started chanting slogans

oh son you are the
product of red revolution
sez zindabad sez zindabad

our teacher

our teacher........

our teacher

who teach us

whats love

and mercy

our light

which i ve n't seen

but i want to see

our sound

which i ve n't heard

but i want to listen

dreaming a better nation

working for

the future of millions

those don't ve any future

working for children

all the children are

like her son

and consider him

as one among them

working for children

want to hear the nation

free from child labour

and child molestation

want to hear the malady

were in India and

it has gone to history

she is our light

she is our sound

she is our soul

she is our leader.........