She Is Mother
She doesn't wear
a pointy hat,
doesn't ride a broom,
or, lives with a black cat.
She shares with children,
the gentle drops of rain,
its name is pure dream.
She takes away our all pain.
She prepares for her dear ones,
many fabulous dishes,
if once we want to have,
our request she never misses.
She is not a sorceress,
she is not a witch rather.
She can do anything for all of us,
Oh! she is our Mother!
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My Poems
My poems are my part,
They are my throbbing heart.
When I write them, I wish,
an honest poet's eyes
will bless them to be good
and true to life......
If, the holy souls
can't read, what is the
value of blooming emotion?
Rather, I'll sing the lullaby,
To make them sleep, in the
softest corner of my bleeding,
heart! I won't ever let them to be
in touch with the unholy air.
Because, they are my sacred prayer!
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Tomb Of Tear
Tear condensed here,
just dropping from a
loving heart, we know all.
The white wonder of world,
made of marble-Taj Mahal.
How deep was his grief,
or was love fathomless?
To immortalize her memory,
in time's ruthless pace,
he kept his timeless art,
beyond time, space, mortality,
to throb their loving heart?
Wonder-stuck, I stood,
and imagined Emperor
Shah Jahan, there alone,
watching the Tomb of Tear! !
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This Day
What shrubs or bushes
they are, I don't know.
I pass and smell
and feel the zeal
for a further go.
The ups and the turns
open the mystery.
The sudden blow of fresh air,
makes the moment windy.
Below, I see the picturesque,
lush greens of tea garden.
Two leaves and one bud,
take away mind's burden.
The peak of Kanchanjangha,
is glittering under the shining sun.
This Day will never fade,
is now added to Eternal.
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Am I Rotating?
Am I rotating for a
long, long time, on the
same way, in same axis?
Not for one day, but
for day after day,
am I on the same way?
The stars, planets
and satellites tell
me the hackneyed tale
of old love, the same
story of fire-fly....
The desire of the
night for the light,
the bond of entwined
souls, and union!
We all rotate thus
around the same
sun, but spirituality
remains in the cage
of the story of flesh!
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Came To know
Today, I came to know,
you have a heart
and it can throb!
It can feel like commoners
as I feel love-hate story,
you write always.
Yes, very powerful is word,
impact is fiery.
It can destroy a city,
in no time.
I knew, you can only hurt.
Your semantics prick me,
can split me in two halves.
But, you said, you have a heart!
If it feels for me,
it will pick up the torn
pieces of mine soon,
to bring back my smile!
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Anger
You are my great foe!
Thousand times I tried to drive you out,
But you didn't go!
Your volcanic power burnt
My friend's soul.
Your torrential words
Have flown my happy home;
You made me an island,
Where there is none except
My only pet, my Belief!
He nourishes my wounds,
And calms my feverish days!
So, I am alive!
I want to leave you,
Go away, and don't stay any longer!
You the brutal force,
You are my anger! !
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From Dust To Dust
This body will perish must
From air to air, from dust to dust
Or Water to water...
Yet we fight!
For our right to win the Flesh, The Buck, the Power..
But Nothing will remain.
Neighbor will laugh at my folly,
In my absence,
Because I was silly
Committing the same mistake.
Knowing nothing remains....
Everybody will go from ash to ashes,
From dust to dust...
From fire we come,
Remain in Water,
Stay in Fire and go to Dust!
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Friendship
Is friendship a shadow
Which follows you always,
Rejoices in your happiness,
Or, saves in unfair days?
Is friendship a dream
Which flows like a river
In your heart of hearts,
You hurt it but it never hurts?
Is friendship the sleeping lust,
Which nibbles the soul,
Lying dormant for years;
Gives birth to tears?
When lie gets prevalent,
Turpitude commits sin,
Friendship breaks as fragile piece,
Truth cries for justice;
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I Just Can't Stop Writing....
I just can't stop,
Writing poem.
For not only to earn,
The worldly aim,
but, to hug life,
time and again,
I take the shelter,
of paper and pen.
the grief I get,
though I never hurt,
or, none ever hate...
Still, love gets blurred.
Poetess asked me,
to be in happy theme,
not to weep, or cry,
I can't do, it does seem..
Because, in my happy life,
I have the hobby to dive,
in the ocean of strife!
thus I want to survive!
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