Friday, 27 March 2015

Cry for help

Mend the crack
join the tear
eyes with tears
need a shoulder and ear

Every cry calls
most hear it not
some hear and ignore
one does what he ought

But one is not enough
there is much pain in the world
none is spared, it's a matter of time and luck
lend a hand while you can before it's your turn

There are some who are made of steel
they neither cry nor weep
and come out of adversity
stronger in spirit

They are compassionate spirits
who help everyone and whomever they meet
thus fulfilling themselves and their need
the world stands because there are such spirits

When you help others you help yourself
When you join the fissures you build yourself
and when you make tears turn into a smile
truly you raise yourself!





Hope and wait

Nothing is constant
but north star
man is the same
yet his deeds perplex

An idealist a reformist
a crusader an anarchist
a realist a pragmatist
but an unstoppable optimist

A political saint surely
a lamp in darkness
his path full of obstacles
yet he walks with confidence

May he succeed
with his steel and spirit
prayers and wishes have not yet lost hope
in him they have seen a glimpse of new reality!

Sing a song

Drag me not into
what is right or wrong
I want to be myself
and sing a song

Where was I
me and my song
which I sang to myself
before I was born

Let me recall
what was that song
that I have not yet sung since I was born
to my Love who has waited long

Within I feel incomplete
I spit venom and make no music
but into my heart when I delve deep
I find my Love who was always within me

Nothing matters what we call right or wrong
we carry our Selves and our songs
into that abode far and beyond
where even deep silence sings million songs!

Nakedness

What is there to show
but our nakedness
as we cover
more we show

Add value
to this clay mold
that our nakedness
remains not an eyesore

Round and shapely
that's common lore
a bubbling volcano
it spits out gold

Naked is the truth
shed your robes
and inspire millions
naked or clothed!

Monday, 23 March 2015

Imagination

Imagination rusted
it doesn't work
and pettiness rules
with heart shut

Open up soften much
feel that which touches one
look around and everywhere
into depths below and higher up

Let your imagination flow
to imagine new things
stretch it as much
that it crosses every limit

What one imagines
he lives in dreams
and when given shape
one lives his dreams!

Introspection

Noise is noise
no music it makes
those who dare
history they make

Blame none
and learn from everyone
weigh your words
lest they hurt someone

Fools they are
who refuse to learn
but warn them still
it may do them a good turn

Friends are friends
heed their advice
it is well thought of
soon you shall realize!

A thief

Money and wealth
what's there to steal
poor have nothing
yet some steal their two meals

Give credit where due
and respect one's feelings
even a thief is richer
by what he steals

Who plans by night
and feigns ignorance
when it's day time
his intention is not right

Means are important
they meet a good end
when end is everything
there is no rest and peace

A thief is no thief
who makes his two ends meet
but one's conscience who steals
he is a thief indeed!

Friday, 20 March 2015

Prison

My home is a prison
where my voice is stifled
a window i open
that someone may hear

Call me a traitor
or a house breaker
but i shall raise my voice
against wrong and injustice

None can throw me out
this is my own house
I do whatever i can
to cleanse this very house

We started together
with much hope and promise
and so soon on the way
you bend and make compromises

Why do you hide
and let the house divide
so that who are with you
they lift you sky high

It's no use to hurry
the ground is slippery and muddy
take each step with care
and make bridges not gullies!













Politics

If you are
what you appear
transparent you are
and crystal clear

When in politics
reveal not your cards
play them one by one
the trump card at the last

When you play with swords
you hurt each other
and when feelings are hurt
that's more dangerous

Say not that you reform
the politics at play
some see through your game
and you lose authority to change

It's not you but the people who make
what you are and their own fate
but when they believe in what you say
in good faith they entrust even their own fate

Politics is both meaningful and desirable
when people come before individuals
but when individuals advance their own interest
politics and principles become strangers!




Sunday, 8 March 2015

Thorns

Let me walk
over the thorns
that are laid in my path

A flower smiles
among the thorns
which I woo to kiss the flower

You walk with me
over the thorns
my true friends you really are

Lift me not
lest I forget
how sore are the feet on which you walk

I walked I listened
a leader you made me
but now leave and bother me not

Let me go
the way I want
and disturb not as I meditate long

Shun not a a good counselor
but welcome him with an open heart
one with you in harder times leave him not at any cost!

Friday, 6 March 2015

A house divided

A house stands
with foundation strong
but it crumbles
when abandoned long

When foundation shakes
it can't withstand a quake
one who lives in the house
he is never safe

The house disintegrates
with a brother estranged
bring him round
before it's too late

One may stand taller
and raise his stake
but he is not spared
when he commits a mistake

A good house is built
brick by brick
each brick well washed
no filth in between

Heed the sane voice
though it may pinch
the house then stands
long and fit

Light shines above
but for a while
some wake up and work
and some draw the blinds!