Your steps need no ears to be heard

Eyes not the only doors to reflect your face on me

As I worship this love as a pious gift and not a melee

This love makes my sixth sense enjoy the intimacy

Far from you

Sunshine speaks of the dream that captures you

Nothing stops this beating heart

For the love has suddenly entered for a new start

Never been this close to someone’s soul in the past

a stanza from 'Suddenly love entered'

“A touch that never leaves is the touch of faith. The flavour of truth in faith surpasses everything that’s lean and unwise.

Temper needs the arms of tranquillity to hold the soul together even when the heads that are synonymous with the morons knock the floor of one’s life. When our land has pestilence of the millionth order, truly and immensely fabrication of the conjectures should have been pronounced effectively by the “rulers” of this land. We people are the rulers and so ignorant of this fact.”

Ragged    

             

Reading-through the upshot of medical exam

With the final optimism in this test

His eyes wide open in glance

Looks again at the result to clarify

With those arguments nullify

He has news to give with head high

His aim to become a doctor gets wings

In high spirits he dances and buzzes

Parents proud to have him as son

Can’t neglect a prospect to shun

All those voices in neighborhood

Had begun to smudge where he stood

To term him a failure amongst all

Comparing the performance over all

Stepping the gates of the institute

First day he faces a dream in mute

For him every teacher an astute

Learnt and practiced his lessons well

An initiative to come out from shell

A day approached to be ragged

A banned act in this part of world

Still practiced with students hurled

Ordered to craft coursework by seniors

If refuted would face harassment

Told his parents about this event

But would be able to handle it on own

His frustration never again shown

After college facing the anguish in hostel

Day after day some vocation by seniors thrown

Facing all this in this new place all alone

Mentally disturbed affecting health

Those horrifying creatures’ images

Disturbing him all night in phases

Unaided in room all those come up

For his rescue nobody turn up…..

A blow on head with devilish hands

All surround him as wild men

             Seems the world has become deaf                                                                To his cries no one replies

“Ah! You cruel men God will never forgive

With no arms in innocent’s hand

Taking advantage, in soup you shall land”

Last drops of blood speak of revenge

They are bloodier with the eyes bent

Once whom people call next to God

Has taken an innocent life oh! Lord

Ready to finish their victim

It does happen with news firing

For family a last serene slumber lay

Next day for everyone a black day

The dead body of this candidate

Lying silently and authorities on hunt

Parents in shock with this news

Cry for their only son

Wild act leave those four men

With their shadows seen in the prison

Dark pages getting darker

Career in one night smashed

Blood on the clothes squander

An affair with the life

Now shall be ragged by life

The news of the Tanda medical college, Himachal Pradesh, a student losing life in ragging has been a shock to all those who send their close ones to the hostel to study to make some mark in life. Seeing that ragging in colleges can steal away the lives of the students by their seniors is heart throbbing. How can a human being entrust atrocities against the other??

There are many instances that cannot be avoided until we ourselves do not halt and think. We should not turn a blind eye to the situations in the surroundings. Start raising voice against the erroneous deeds that shall impinge on the ambiance



written in 2008 

Self-Worship

Decking the God in jewels

Fine-looking attire for the Goddess

Every ornament to embellish

This beauty has no parallel on earth

Nor shall anyone ever grow

With the aura as possessed by her

At the temple, the serene ambience

Thrown on each child of Lord

Sense of calmness lies on every head

Experiencing presence of God beside me

In white golden robes, resides there

A glow that no one can ignore

“You came with many problems in hand

Child, speak out the troubles that worry”

When asked, the head instigated my throat

To speak out what lies in heart

So in flow the worries flee

“Poverty, corruption, illiteracy

This nation is enclosed by whammy of evils

It hurts when compared with developed nations

Why my nation cannot match them?

The news still flashing

Sounding hard on the ruling ears

The stark reality all the more bitter

We have the human resources

But there seems no end to all this

When stepped at the airport from United States

I had expected things to change

Many years of orbit of sun done

But failed to enhance the quality of fabric

The social fabric of my nation

Is there any tonic to cure this?

Do you have an answer, Lord to all this?”

“Every word of yours pricks me

As every human being was my creation

As every child is dear to me

Every daughter and son has the might

Every child was launched on earth

As the replica of an Angel

In the dust of earth where did that vanish?

Dogmatic attitude in dynamic space

Abandoning the outdated faiths

Every young hand reflects the force

To worship humanity

A leader who would not ornament self

And drain the Government’s treasury

Provide life to a billion populations

When nation struggles for food

Shall not throw birthday parties

Or command to build own statues

Without entertaining some section

Shall have vision in mind for nation

As child takes birth with innocence

Have no conspiracies and worries

No hatred and no jealousy

If nourished the mind with right

Through life never tempt to do wrong

My nation needs that hand

On contemplating shall not ornament

Oneself with gold at the cost of lives

Self-worship shall lay feet on many lives

The light vanished in front of the eyes

But mind ingrained with everlasting light

Has the vision in mind to serve

Has to sacrifice pleasures

To abstain from self-worship was the answer

written in 2008

Mother!!!

Inspirations

Mountains leaching the exuberance in creation

The one who is in the making of subtle essence

Has been born in his thorough credence

Creator has taken his smile out in elation

Born to rekindle all those lives in aberration

The one with a stick of discipline in inspiration

Turning into a magic wand in my culpability

Fault never committed again without any typicality

No barriers in her presence to cross in difficulty

In her absence the life shall view no affability

But where is my inspiration at this station?

I wish I had the impact as you exhibit

A veil leading into fear did inhibit

But now no doubts shall take a lift

As she has set the arena for my life

Shrewd world to handle with no strife

Lessons of million dollars educated

The chapters of life beautifully stated

The lady who has always taught me to lead

After school how to face the college days

As the gardener prunes and snips the foliage

Cuts the weeds around for growth in steed

Trivial branches he throws them away

My inspiration display of qualities in an array

Bad habits she tried to remove from my pathway

In times of dilemma told to do what heart says

My inspiration lies in my creator of visible theatre

I look forward for a force with an inclination

To connect me and my motivation

My mother has always been my inspiration

BIAS!!!

.  Birth of the second girl                      

A new life from me

Reams of unwanted moods

No congrats surfs for her

No hidden emotions of love stirred and unfurled

From her grandmother for her granddaughter

News of second daughter is the fast ending ecstasy

A lineage with no loved space for the new born baby

Socks as much filthy but wanted

As the luck charms the man with feet

 A son as child in my womb haunted me

Hunted me and turned the whirlpool

 Kiss of the thoughts

Second girl pedals my head and hand

I have nothing to think about then

        Second voyage of my motherhood

I know the two of us as lighthouse

Both of us would please her choices of brain

Pinned on the less phony lane

Far from the clouds bursting in second terrain

 She would bathe in her stars herself gained

                                                                      My child, you are blessed one

Your father wanted this chance to drip with his love

                                                                This chance intense choice of my love

When the words walk out from a human’s tongue

Almighty is certain of the prime

             to fool the dumb

But the old have a ride

 birth of the wanted high

Sun sign and soothsaying in slim mind

Breaks the ice for them in insecure times

Left aside for a call to her grandfather

To hold her in his hands with smile

A faith of the spectrum of light

To overpower him in one look of easy bite

But maybe the desire of a son snaps

Small life after a long pain of mine

Encloses my chest

                                          The orthodox never thrives

       And never grandly winds

Alas, the finishing lines of the visitors

As some close ones fission

More ladies offer that dim vision

No ultrasound dear for the gender

Why the fate seals the jar of the birth of the son?

A whisper by an old woman

Why not the child killed before its turn?

Respect in voice from me to state

I valued my mate

For not letting my womb be troubled for the plea

Letting the kernel of existence and beauty be free

He never wished to kill anyone alive

That indeed is a crime

As the birth is divine in this holy country since times

Since times besieged and chimed

Since the life lent itself for another life to intertwine

Second daughter needs a welcome

She needs a chance yet gifted seldom

No two faces laced

Wise head, a forsaken compass

A lasso mystifying many minds

Churning as sugarcane from beetroot

 Sweeten for the tastes to climb

For the deeper meaning of new to deepen and pine

Toy train

Hazy line

Smoky treat of the train

As I watch out of the pleasing toy train

Each pass and each tunnel singing with me the song of life

Misty and a hazy line giving a break

But the driver has the knack

To move the hands with the new adventure that comes alive

My deodars come running

Move with me to hold my hands

Then one leaves and the other one catches

The frolic that stays with each one

Stays with the anxiety and eagerness always embraced

So life I am not afraid

I can catch hold of each retreating days

I’ll come rushing with a smile

 when rush of life holds me wild

The dark tunnel and the hazy line will make me stop for a while

To let go all the pangs that the fate serves with a beam

And shatter them heroically

and have no reluctant dreams

Have the faith of the flowing river

that it will meet the sea

Darkening each hazy line that I meet

Thread of the life never losing the bead

Adding each one

Whatever force may stop to push the bead within

   for the wit to peep