Sing

Caged, crippled and captured, but the hopeful bird never forgets to sing.

No matter how many times storms shook her spirit, still she sings.

Slavery couldn’t shake her dreams, because she lives to sing.

Every day sunshine rejuvenates her features, again she sings.

Her alluring wings lost their strength, nevertheless she sings.

Dark clouds may frighten her for a moment,  yet she sings.

You may pause her lofty flight, even then she sings.

She whispers, but you fail to listen to the mystery … what does she sing?

“You may cage me forever, still I’ll sing, sing and sing!

You don’t have the power to take away this magical gift of my Creator!”

Caged? Crippled? Captured?

Dear, be the Bird, because you are endowed with exceptional gift of Life. All the boundaries shatter, once you transcend the cages your mind creates for you! So sing…

Raindrops

Drop. Music? Life? Or more?

Raindrops reveal their undiscovered story of magnificent existence.

They enter the magnificent sky, like zygote by fusion, but out of undiscovered mysteries. Mysterious and magical, they are the stupendous creations of the Almighty.

Their journey could be termed brief, just like ours. Remarkably, the trajectory is exceptional though. They travel with passion and fall with elegance. A magical orchestra of emotions touch human hearts. They never judge you, and open their wide hands for you! Whether you be living or lifeless, young or old, rich or poor, they touch and kiss you with tenderness. How impartial and affectionate they are!

They begin their expedition with their materialistic dreams from the sky but end up merging with the soil. They perish but invite Death with a big smile. They have no regrets, they have enjoyed and played their parts. Selfless contribution with sacrifice is what they always stood for.

Raindrops. Not inanimate, but more than life. If you desire to feel them, open your heart, and celebrate with them this paranormal magical journey of Life! Inspiration blooms.

 

 

Mountains

These vast mountains are the abodes of strength, power, life and wisdom. Ancient, but so wise!

They stand tall and fight all the odds of weather- exceptionally firm and unfaltering, their hope never dies, they never fall down! They always hopefully touch the infinite sky. As if dreams are uplifted by their sharp peaks.

They teach me faith— faith in the very beautiful vast existence of aesthetic nature. Powerful, magical and enigmatic. The very existence of the Almighty can be experienced by looking at these strong pillars, symbolizing the powerful Shiva, who even resides in us. They are the reminders of the same intristic power, represented outwardly.

Living with dignity, with head held high in the air, rooted deep down the earth with humility, covered with peaceful snow and surrounded by fresh lively air. They are immense sources of deep motivations. Only the human eyes need to be stretched too far to get the mystical glimpse. They speak in whispers secretly to me, but metitatively they speak so much that they touch my soul.

Father

My Papa is my true best friend,

He’s my superhero with an exceptional power,

Robust figure, with an emotional blend.

He’s the rain who blossoms my withered flower.

 

Tireless work, infinite time, pain unexpressed,

He’s my teacher, values and lessons, he has showered.

Pa! You are my umbrella when it rains,

You uplift and inspire me to be the best.

I touch your feet and feel empowered.

I pray Almighty to take away all your pains.

 

Happy Father’s Day! 

Mother

Mother is the sweetest gift of life,

Without her, I can’t dream to thrive.

She loves, cares and never complains,

She’s Panacea who takes away my pains.

 

My mother, I touch your pious feet,

In my discordant life, you are a blissful beat.

As Almighty created this wonderful Earth,

You have composed and given me birth.

 

When tears roll down my dazzling eyes,

With a doting hug, you help me rise.

For my long life you devotedly pray,

Your scrumptious delicacies perfect my day.

 

 O goddess, what a charm you possess!

When gloominess surrounds, you bless.

In every happy moment and painful cry,

Your hands I hold and reach the shining sky.

A DREAM

A glorious garland of brotherhood,

Is turned into a web of falsehood.

For “votes”, golden Dreams are scattered,

For “notes”, values and morals are shattered.

The mawkish masks of Politicians and Leaders fall down,

Callousness is revealed, Humanity is burned down.

 

A system of government rises to heights,

By crushing the innocent and genuine plights.

Doors of Justice bring truth to light,

But hush! “Law is said to be blind.”

 

With faith, we pray and look in the sky,

Moon has patches, is it a lie?

In the mirror we talk to our souls,

Searching for truth and definite goals:

“A Dream of justice, ethics and beauty,

A sword, a star and a path of Duty.”

 

Terrors may shake us, making us morose,

But with each virtuous step, their minds shall close.

Reality will be devised by tenacious Time,

Prosperity will be synonymous with Politics for lifetime.