Mother

My rational thoughts
and emotional blabbering
are silent before her;
To her selfless love and care
the Heaven opens her door;
Embryo to her chest
then craddle to the grave,
the real visible God
is my mother, the great

Elements of survival

Mother, and her sweet milk
Motherland, and heer sweet breeze
Mother Earth, and her mysterious charm
Can a man survive without these elements?

Writer and Reader

Poetry is
Writer's pearl
in reader's soul

Compromise

Here I show some frames for you:
Ayodhya is a place where we see
a rare combination of Ram and Sita;
It is not their hours in the palace
that we nourish and care for that matter;
It is every thorn they cross over,
and every emotion they spend together
through the thickest forest that we focus;
Honey moon left in the palace though
married life is there in the forest,
if flowers of compromise bloom in the hearts!

Nude Artist

Nude artist
takes the remote
to switch off the eyes

Love and Hate

The man who knows
The meaning of love
Will never look for
The spelling of hate

Unity in Diversity

I asked my soul:
"Where would it go
soon after it leaves me?"

"Nowhere
other than Hindustan hamaara"
it replied me

"do you like this land that much"?
"in the Hell
or in the Heaven,
there is only one kind to live together
and here,
we have Unity in Diversity
the quality of Hindustan hamaara"

Muse India

My vocabulary is very weak to
Use a proper defintion for you;
Sea of knowledge beckons me, with
Erudite people sitting on the shore;
It is a land of love and optimism
No one knows what hatred is;
Divine and rational thoughts live
In harmony, and the gifted rivers flow
Among the talented tributaries..

At the feet of the Mother Poetry

My head went down
At the feet of the Mother Poetry
Looking for some melliflous lyrics;
"Listen" she hindered me half way
"If I have something
Certainly it is everywhere
Keep on having until you feel no thirst"
Even a slight movement
Of the blade of the grass
Makes me uncap my pen...