onslaught

When times are tough and bad,

All of a sudden the world grows wise.

On our wound they have salt to add...

Everyone counsels according to the size in tact.

Their smile is formal and pinchy fake...

Welcome is dry and seems compelled.

Respect no where and honor at stake.

In social life we feel, we are expelled...

Niggling are prioritized and noticed very well...

Things of importance go unnoticed...

They make loud noise and make life hell.

Identity gets lost and we go blank faced...

So friends in good times never do preach.

For it is nothing but things you lend...

Or you would get echo of your own speech spent...

And will get all your dues at the end.

Good times never last...

So do the times, which are shaky and tough.

Things always come to track slow or fast...

So never get scared...

Never should you bluff.

on shangri-la

She is a mountain Miss.

A gorgeous and walks surefooted.

Always cheerful and in bliss.

She passes everyday

And made me addicted.

I’m a shepherd boy.

Simply down to earth…

Crazy of beauty yet very coy.

Grazing is a profession since birth.

How can I dream of her?

Down the mountain terrains my life goes sad.

To think of her,

Isn’t a blur?

I’m scared what to say to dad!

I’m lost in her thought

And careless to my darling cattle.

I see my being badly sinking…

It is within heart feelings’ battle.

Let me say I die upon her…

Really die upon her!

Let not hide my emotions any more.

May be it work by chance on.

Let there be no cold war.

So she comes…

I skip the beat…

I approached and expressed…

She too smiled and greeted…

I felt happy and blessed.

She finally spoke…

“I love you too”

Was the affirmation note.

Ah, real or was it a joke?

Was that a lovely clue?

Said she for you take so much care…

How much you love your cattle, dear?

That dedication lends you a glare.

Oh, how shocking was the tattle!

Said she daily I’ll pass by…

Keeping me staring

Instead of any cold battle.

You are my dear guy

Needn’t unite

For love is sharing and caring.

I feel I’m in Shangri-La…

Am convinced of her say…

Let me gather my cattle heads…La…La…La..!

Let me back to home

As Sun sets

And dark turn day.

meri nazar

Aapne sukho ko lagi aapni nazar...

Meri nazar bhi nikli buri nazar.

Har taraf tu hi dikhai deti hai...

Main bhi rakhata hun kuch aisi nazar.

Gamon ne tani thi hansi ki chadar...

Kisko aati meri bebasi nazar?

Dekhkar tujhko kuch aisa laga

Har nazar hoti hai achchi nazar.

Main bhi aata tujhe pyara nazar...

Dekh leta tu mujhe, meri nazar!

rishta

Dil mein hum kuch aisi wafa rakhte hai...

Woh wafa kare toh khuda se gila rakhte hai.

Adatan pesh aata hai woh kanton ki tarha...

Adatan hum phoolon sa khila rakhte hai.

Aapse behatari tab mila karte hai

Aap jab bhi humse fasla rakhte hai.

Koi milae kya, koi bichdae bhi kya...

Hum tanhai se lahu ka rishta rakhte hai.

subliminal utterance

If she is not of mine,

My poems aren't of mine either.

She loves my poem and

Without reason she is of mine.

Our stories are one and

It can't be independently of her.

The moon is with me,

Dark nights are not of mine.

I don't belong to myself

Whenever she is not of mine.

being changer

We teased the nature...

We played against it.

Spoiled rivers,

Cut trees,

Dirtied lakes,

And still we seek her favor.

Spoilt the air...

How cruel we are to aggress!

We spared no ocean...

We grabbed the forests.

Worldly pleasure made us

Mad and blind.

Did we seek a solution...

Or invite puzzles?

For successors when shall we mind?

Now her wrath is on

Tsunami and quakes...

Floods and heavy rains.

Freely innocent lives she claims...

Caught we are in own made chains.

Destiny is cruelly peeping...

And everyday we see people are weeping.

Orphans survived left helpless...

Traumas and fears are endless.

Well said,

It never too late.

Let us return to the feet of Mother Nature...

For on the Earth it is a paradise's gate...

Let us pray, hope and

Be first to be a changer.

the holy subpoena

Slowly I want to disperse like fragrance

Does in the air...

I have to return to my home...

To my parental home of God.

I'm a guest to this garden like world...

While departing I wish to leave behind

The fragrance of flowers.

My God's house is like a holy paradise...

I shall go without carrying

The evils of the world.

Let my actions and deeds be careful...

So that I can go to my

God with full dignity.

I feel I passed all my years in an alien land...

Now, I'm homesick...I want to go there...

Seeing the way of the holy subpoena!