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

Sanguine Sunrise

Sanguine Sunrise

As I close my book to lie in repose at night,

Each day I nurture these thoughts in my mind,

Shall India ever discover a palatable esplanade?

A walkway, which would rectify every past mistake,

A splendid ideology……

Thwarting all enemies dreams,

A solvent folio with soluble antidote

Accomplishing every citizen’s dreams

As I make my bed to lie in repose at night,

Each day I give vent to these thoughts in my mind

Shall a day ever stir up with congruent decision?

No Endeavour to impair India’s reputation,

A conclusion having a soul aim to quench the quest,

To work for the nation, to give and not in return behest.

As I lay my head on the pillow to lie in repose at night,

Each day I catapult these thoughts to God in my mind,

Shall a day ever come up…..?

With no selfish motive dramatics in the parliament

Whipping off the tag of poor country with unemployment

No hobgoblin in disguise of a leader,

No shattering of youth’s hopes’ by making the path steeper,

No dingy abysmal conspiracy to shake its foundation,

Shall some heroic person rise by divine excavation?

Will someday ‘messiah’ born in this nation?

With nobody to undo the acts of God’s creation

Will this’ messiah be born to elucidate my country?

Or has he already taken birth?

From antiquity, no dearth of dreadful men on this earth,

Instances marking the end of them by varied mechanisms,

Do we need wait for years for him to come?

Or is the hint from God too immaculate?

Need not find the God for remedy, no need to speculate,

We have the power the strength to shun,

Life’s too short to think and plan,

All the plans shattered, dispersed in the past

It’s time to execute them to clear the path,

Intricate it may sound but not impossible,

Rather than the distressed memories of tough terrain

The destination exudes joy that’s inexplicable,

The night’s darkness, aftermath rising of the sun ordained

Failures selfish motives take backseat, success attained,

Victory refreshing as morning dew droplets,

The toil’s right place in golden words, immortal, ceaseless,

As I close my eyes with a smile on my face to lie in repose at night,

Each day I dream of a nation with a sanguine sunrise.

written in 2008