THE DARK BOULEVARD…

The black cloth has been laid upon the boulevard
It has changed its appearance size and shape from all that we had heard
The insects of the night are out and making their presence felt
This moment is not gonna stand here still, it is so soon gonna melt
I don’t know what draws me closer to the darker region ahead
I have always been a follower, I have always been carelessly led.

But my steps have made a flow, a flow to know about something
I am strolling, strolling to there, walking like a king
Thoughts are passing in my mind with the speed of dazzling light
I am breaking my self-defeating rules to which I usually abide.
Suddenly I feel a gust of air running through my hair
And my soul is asserting talking to me, an assertion quite pleasantly rare

The wind will blow, the night will darken upon my bright skin
I will take good from bad, to wash off my past sins.
The nights may haunt others for a hundred thousand reasons
But my oath to myself will stand for all the hasty seasons.
An oath to myself I have taken to walk this course and mend
My steps will change to strides by the time I reach that darkest end.

A CALLING...

Who’s the lover that’s calling my name?
In the midst of the night she has no shame
I hear her once, I hear her again
Something’s outlandish, something’s strange.

The night has settled, the people are in
Nothing can be heard, perhaps the dropping pin
While I was resting to sleep, I heard my name
She is calling me again, she has no shame.

Lover of a kind, she will be sure
For her voice is delicate, her heart is pure
I have not met her once, I have not met her twice
But in this calling I sense there’s something nice.

I am struggling to keep my attention high
If I say I’ll be awake, it’ll be a lie
The darkness in front is engulfing me soon
But I don’t want to be in terms, I don’t want to be in tune.

The voice is becoming shallower still
Maybe it’s coming from the upland hill
In the midst of the night, she’s calling my name
She is calling me again, she has no shame.

THE SOUND THAT BRINGS TO LIGHT…

An otherwise quiet earth asks me here

What have I done, done to you?

A serving land is given to you by me, my friend

But you still tramp on me like you never knew.

The waters have chased to cities you’ve known

And some towns that people have hardly walked on

Rekindling the glow of society still

I am doing my duty, I am still singing the song

The song that that I chant are the hymns of existence

Through me that you have flourished and grown in size

The land that you still use and still overuse

Is not a casual, a trivial prize.

The air is uttering in a graceful tone,

That beauty is not forever burning in the universe around

If you plan to live in the womb of earth

You need to hear the silent sound

The sound that brings to light

Your disturbance to the natural world

Preservation and enhancement is to be followed

For the further beauty to be unfurled.

LIFE....

[THIS POEM ELABORATES THAT HOW AN INDIVIDUAL IS BORN AND SLOWLY PASSING THROUGH THE “WORLD OF MEN” ie the world of corruption, misery and treachery he finally reaches DEATH which is “splendid”{in the last stanza}]

Isn’t it beautiful” he thought to himself,

Life is just a momentary elf

Lending us problems like it were a gift,

Ticking of time- making it swift

How marvelous it is to be born happy then,

When you ain’t familiar with the world of men.

The life at its end is run by elements unknown,

His end maketh by the struggle he had sown.

His chase persists till his soul wears out,

The muscles start moving and the heart pounds out loud.

They desire some rest, they need a while

But he needs to keep pacing for there’s more a mile.

Harmony is achieved when he reaches the point,

The path till then was surely unkind.

Splendid is the feeling he realizes then,

For he passed through the world, the world of men.

GOD-FEARING

                       

The God was watching the Earth down below. He knew the phase was changing. He was acquainted with the idea that atheism was flourishing. People asked about the God's presence now. They questioned it. This has happened time and again. All time it occurs there comes an explicit moment when the God decides to restore what he had created. He has realized this action and does it. If humans aim of God-becoming, he destroys the clan. It happens and it will happen always. God doesn't intend to loose power. He is power-hungry too. He is the one who has created the universe. He has the power to dismantle it anyhow, anytime.
God likes slaves in awe. We, humans, are his slaves. Not by birth, but from the time of unicellular existence. It is interesting to notice, that none of us notice this. We witness all new elements in our life-elements that come and go. Elements, that, hardly, possess any known meaning. But we fail where we aren't supposed to. Is it good? Perhaps, yes.
Negligence is bliss. Probably, it is. It's because a complete comprehension of God's pattern of duty will direct us to power. It will bring further atheism. It will bring with it a sensation of all-knowledge about Him. It will be ungrateful to God. He will be revolted.
Atheism has never been all conquerable. Because if it had, God, Allah or Bhagwaan would not have co-existed. If there is a lives a part of the world that follows atheism, there is the other world which believes in religion, culture and custom. Either will live while other survives.

MORNING PRAYER...

Morning prayer…

This morning I see a significant sight

It’s keeping me numb, it’s keeping me light.

A splendid thought runs in mind

For it is difficult to know and uneasy to find.

Gorgeous looks everything, gorgeous looks the sky

Nothing is bad, bad is nothing- it is but a momentary lie.

Solemn is the moment I spend, solemn is the joy.

I am not a man for now, I am a just a boy.

A boy is happy, happy he is,

He has nothing even to care.

Life is only a fun for him,

Happiness for him to share.

Innocence has a no substitute, it carries a pure state,

All according to it is but destined by his fate.

So be child-like, never sin though it may appear just a bore,

God will love thou and see to it that He opens one another door.

This door will lead to paradise,

This door will lead to sparkle you

And again you will blush at your innocence,

For you’ll be one in a few.

MARBLES ON THE GROUND...

Marbles on the ground…

When the marbles fall on the ground,

No one hears anything but a striking sound.

The sound of glass making a crash,

From the form of goodness to the form of trash.

Beauty was there till it was broken,

Good was good till the “bad” was soken.

Life is nothing but a momentary laugh,

The dead lies slumbering in the epitaph.

The truth was revealed years past ago,

That man emerges from land and there it sows.

So, simplicity and asceticism is the moral of the day,

Here the truth lies and here it lays.

A RIVER...

A river…

A river is flowing from a distant stream,

To where it will go, from where it has been.

The path of the river is filled with stones,

Neither does it cry, nor does it mourn.

Strong is its strength; mighty is its will,

It always moves on, it never is still.

Lovely is its nature, contribution its goal,

Preserving nature - its primary role.

The river flows on, waiting for none

It never halts for- the rising of Sun.

Beauty is immense in its pearly shine,

All is good with it, all is fine.

Nature has developed an element divine

The river has no boundaries, it has no lines

Amazing is its presence, amazing its life

It is easy to understand, uncomplicated to realize.