Friday, 26 November 2010

When I asked

One day,
Yes,one day
When I asked mom,
'"What Life Is?"
She showed me
The heard of lambs
In the pasture land,
Butterflies on flowers
And birds in the sky.

When I asked,
"What Love Is?"
She took me in her arms
And hugged me fast,
Gave me a tender peck
On my cheeks.
I felt her passionate touch.

When I asked,
"What Service Is?"
She took me to a lepor's house,
Cleaned his wounds,
Applied some curant,
And bandaged them full.
She spoke some lovely words
To heal his soul.

When I asked,
"What Education Is?"
She brought a cake,
Made its pieces
And gave me first to eat.

When I asked,
"How To FollowThe Ways Of Life?"
She lent me her finger
And guided my walk
Till the forest came.

When I asked,
"What School Is?"
She took me in the open
To show me the rising sun
In the morning,
And the moon and stars at night.

When I asked,
"What Nature Is?"
She took me to a river,
And said,"See the fountain
Falling from the high hills.
It make rivers,
Rivers make oceans,
Oceans make clouds,
Clouds bring rain
On the mountains
And a coloured bow
In the sky.

Like your curiousity
The cycle of Nature
Endlessly goes on........


I am opening myself
Before you,
'cause you know
My strength and weaknesses,
The very pattern that I am.

At times I grow rash and rustic,
At times so gentle and so nice .
I don't take it as bad or good,
Others do take,
As I follow the code of mind.

Mother,I want to live the moments
That's I am , that's you are,
Where you love me , I love you
And hatred ever follows toghther.

Here I am a masculine moment,
And you a feminine one
Enjoying the warmth
Of touch and tension.

I wish that reunion,
That touch and separation
Time and again
Where you turn into passion
I turn into passion
That forms all relations.

Mother let me be formless,
Let me be only passionate.
Don't leave me alone
Like a hamletted stranger.


Dear mom,
Do you know
What corruptio is.
How it creeps into me.

Body is always a tempting road
Where upon everyone likes to tread.
Everyone likes to see,
Everyone likes to touch
Its silky,silvery skin.

I am that body now
With passionate legs and mind.
But you dare not watch me,
And the change that I am.
Body matters in all respect.

Wednesday, 17 November 2010



I have seen a bird
Flying deep
In the blue sky
In the backdrop of setting sun
And its fading light.

Her golden glowing wings
Were challenging the infinite,
She looked like a missile
Going parabolically to the horizon
The meeting point of earth and sky.

But,oh !
I was hell bent to show her
A new heaven that was mine.
So asked her to come and sit
Together with me.
She laughed off my proposal,
And said,"no".

Yet, I said
"Dear bird,don't you wish to realise
Long standing dreams
That lies still in your eyes"
She fluttered her wings and went-up In the sky,
"I don't need anything but wings to fly."she said.

I asked her once again,
"come on and sit with me for a while,
I will show you my world
So big and wide.

She came near me and sat on a wall.
"This togetherness is a bliss for me", she said.
"But what of my freedom,what of my flight",
It was a question for me in her eyes,
Yet she was all smiles.

But I could cleary see
She was happy listening me,
But was wary of magical spell of my words.
And felt entrapped which she most diliked.
She was measuring anxiously
The spanning net of words
With her eyes,
And not the sky with her wings.

She was growing restless
She was fade-up with her idle wings,
'cause she was losing fun to fly.
She implored,"Let me be on my wings,
Let me have my sky.

Suddenly she broke open
The magical spell of words,
And went-up in the sky.
My net of charming words fell apart

She desperately wanted to be
On her wings again,
But not the part of my dreamy flights.
I sadly collected
All my thoughts and made
A memorabilla
In her sweet memory.

Whenever she flew past me,
She hovered over me to see
What I have in the name of she.
But I surely know
She wanted only to fly
As it was her dreams,
It was her life.

But to repent my deed
I made a last request to her,
"Do visit the nest I have made
In my mind , in my heart.
I will keep it ready,keep it clean

And wait
Till ETERNITY to repent
What I have done !
Tried to weave a net
Around her.

Sunday, 14 November 2010


Child is a dream,child has a dream
I was a child,I had a dream
Child is an Adam,child is an Eve
In the womb I safely live.

It was dark but purified.
As the Garden Of Eaden wide
It was my original Home
A land of fairies and airy roam.

They travelled,I could not much.
For,I was in the earthly Touch.
When my mother brought me out
To the earth and realm of thought.
I was still in divine arms
But,alas!I have lost all
That is chaste and charms.