Saturday 1 July 2017

MY EXPECTATIONS

The time has changed so the world is,
but my expectations about this world,
unchanged, gives me a temptation,
to wait for a world filled with love. .
I long for a day where people don’t cry
in terror, their petrified eyes never
pursue the gun points that demolished
their dreams for ever within moments.

I long for a day where people don’t
stand in queue stretching their hands,
for a packet of food when somebody,
rename them as refugee forcefully.

I long for a day where no one waits for,
a shop to close for finding a place to
sleep making its veranda a bed room,
for a night, cursing his own destiny.

I long for a day where people talk about
union, from the core of their heart, and
may walk hand in hand towards light
to build up a world without bias and chaos.

THE RAIN

When the sky is covered with rain clouds,
my heart leaps with happiness and then,
the drops start to fall from the heaven,
takes me to those days of my boyhood.

Still hear the whistling sound from the bushes,
near the pond from the guys an invitation,
to celebrate the monsoon along with water
to swim towards a world of ecstasy.

Herons and storks were waiting patiently,
on the edges of the water filled paddy fields,
shivering in drizzling continue their fishing
dreaming a delightful dinner for the day.

Under the umbrella of the clouds the earth,
would Lie like a lady in her green wet clothes,
then the western wind would blow towards
her to present his diamond laced shawl

Standing at the threshold of my native house,
I would witness their union through the veil,
of the rain, shaking the trees here and there,
he would return from our village with pleasure.

The children would run to pick up the mangoes,
lying scattered under the mango trees, then,
our elder brothers were making their minds,
to serve a monsoon dinner to cherish friendship

Those days are gone away monsoon has come again,
time has changed everything except the rain,
still it is pouring from the heights harmoniously,
presenting me the reward of a sweet childhood.

Wednesday 25 January 2017

LOVE MAKES MIRACLES

Which is the most beautiful thing of this world? I think it is difficult to answer this question. Since beauty is relative, it depends on the situations. It varies from minds to minds. We can feel the beauty of this world through our senses. What I like, you don't. Even then, we can feel an equality, if I say in a broad sense, unity in diversity in everything, if we use our senses properly. We decorate a prominent place among all living beings of this earth. Our brain is so strong in decision making, planning, making inventions, exploring the unknowns. But what about our approaches.


      If we have good approaches and selections, the world would not be like this. We spend more time for disputes, never give a chance for adjustments. We are not ready to hear from others. We want to become first always forgetting whether we are merited or not. We want only our children to win the game and do anything for it forgetting the ethics of a healthy competition. We smile, artificially. We don't know the real meaning of an honest smile. We don't know who is our neighbour, for the reason we are busy, perhaps pretends so. It is very easy to blame on time. We make mistakes and want to justify it. We have forgotten to make good relationships. Instead of it, we blame, hurt, separate and kill. We don't know how to love. Selfishness has covered our minds. 

We make walls to part this society. We have grouped ourselves. We have forgotten about that beautiful culture, its essence like the elixir trying to light up our hearts to see this entire world as a single family. We are not aware about it. We are not so broad about it. We work, only for us. We must work for the betterment of this society. We must help others. This world belong to everyone here. Each living being has its own right to live here. What we need is a good mind to understand the real warmth of love. Mother earth has created everything beautifully. We must understand this. Whatever be the cast, religion, nation, never bother about it. Love each other. Only love can make miracles here. We are all brothers and sisters. Never forgot it. We can assemble on this courtyard for a better tomorrow.