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Thursday, 15 October 2020


Dear Angel, 
I’m sorry for the earth & sky 
You shared alone. 
I’m sorry for the air 
You breathed alone. 
I’m sorry for the flowers you touched, 
And the games you played alone. 
I earned a lot, 
Achieved the goals  
Beyond my dreams, 
Touched the horizons of success, 
But all without you , my love. 
In a trance of trampling success 
I forgot you’re a part of me, 
I forgot you’re in me. 
Not only that, 
I forgot the days 
When I told you to brush your teeth, 
Helped you to get dressed, 
 And go to school. 
When we went to park 
You holding my finger & walked 
The green patches of our grassy lawn. 
I’m very sorry to say 
I have seen you grow 
All alone in my presence 
With your west-ward emotions 
Full of breezy lull. 
I missed your first day at school, 
First football match, 
Your Halloween Parade 
And many more. 
Now they are countless to write, 
Countless to read. 
Dear doll, 
In your suffering 
I too have suffered 
By allowing my priorities over my relationship 
All at the cost of globetrotting job. 
This I could know 
 A year ago 
When I asked you to remember 
What you missed 
When I was away. 
You asked me to wait, 
Went to your room 
 And came with a piece of paper, 
And handed me a list of 22 events 
Surely important one for you, 
Important one for me. 
 List of events & activities you compiled . 
Both you & I missed 
Due to my so called commitments. 
Surely it was a wake-up call! 
Excuses apart 
Each missing events 
Weighed heavy upon me, 
My tours , travels & meets. 
 But I was sure enough now 
By doing so I have missed 
A thread of life & love. 
It deeply hurts to know 
I allowed my relations 
 To ride on unruly waves 
Of misleading commitments. 
 Work may be worship 
But not at the cost of you. 
Now I’m with you 
Binding knot to knot 
And kissing every smile.
 (Rajiv kumar/29/09/2014)

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Waves Within

I hate to see
Your face
Of others
I do love

They seem more active,
Your inertia
Never stops by woods
Of feelings

My blood is affectionate
To those at distance
You are close to me,
Yet far away
From my bosom.


Proud we are
In our discovery of soul
That's of self
And not of what is before.

In the West : A guiding force and
In the East going within
Both are unseen
Yet visible
Like human stages
Right from the child-hood
The truth and variety of time
The world under a guise
And men’s attempt
To open the universe
Like the unbuttoning of dress
Is the happiest quest that satisfy
Exploring lust of mind.

Brings progress,pleasure
But not always peace.
There is darkness spread still
During the day
Of smoke
So heavy upon the heaven
Our discovery breaks
Others discovery,
Inventions,enrich inventions
Then what remains to reach.


The Sun,The Earth and The Moon
Revolve & revolve round one another
Clinging each to each,
In different orbits
Not clashing against
There is circle after circle,
Sphere after sphere
Under various shapes
In the cosmos so Blue
The gap between the Earth
& Oceans are feet to the global frame
After each war, there is peace
As every work has its end
In a line straight only circle is formed
And in the circle rests the hope
Of opportunity, of operation
Generation after generation

Live in deeds, not in years
And you'll live in years and ages.
Your days are numbered
Don't fear,
Your ways are limited,
Don't care
If your life is inspired
And guided
Every year will be

Sunday, 19 December 2010

WHEN I MISS YOU(Written in 1985)

My love,
Whenever I miss you
I miss the whole thread
Between you and I
That links us together.

I sit here and fight
All sorts of War
Suffer all kinds of pangs
And get my "self" divided
Into fragments in your absence,
Fragments of time,tense and passion.

I hang as ever
Between memories and desires
As they keep coming disturbingly,
I am still sitting with her
Teaching her chemistry of passion.
Sitting with her I am learning
How winds interact with leaves,
Flowers with butterflies.

I see you turning into mother,
But fail to watch myself turning into father.
I am just a grand old father
With my sons up in arms
'gainst me and away
Deserting me like a dust in the been,
But grand old sons clinging to me
Even today.

The waves continue to come
One after another,
I stand still between mother and son
All silent but with mixed feeling
Of what I lost and what I gained.

Saturday, 18 December 2010


Why do I like
To be loved and praised?
Why do I think
Everything meaningless and sterile?
Why is my syntax so fractured
And the world
Ever punctuating my life
That's mine and mine alone.

Why do I take everything
In terms of passion,obsession.
Why do I underline things
Which were passionless,
Though I'm a son,a father and all
That exists as human.

Yet why do I think
I'm as good as God,
And as bad as I am.
Will you answer me,mom.
Why I need a world
Vertically vivid and vibrant
To climb on.

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.