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MY POEMS
“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.” -Socrates
A CALL
One night in my dream,
I heard a loud scream
My eyes pervade wide in fear
As I saw a figure sitting near
"Who are you?"
"And why are you here?"
I heard her, sobbing
As I questioned in furor
"My Son ! ", She uttered
"I am your mother, don't fear"
"Mother?", yeah, "Mother Nation"
Her voice coarse in desperation.
"Why are you crying?"
I wriggled and trembled
After a moments silence
She grumbled..............
"Open your eyes
and look at the skies.
Doth thou see the blue color?"
"No, its red."
Full of sorrow and dolour.
"Stretch your arms, feel the air
What doth thou find?"
"Its turbulent"
Full of violence and terror.
"Pick up your ear
What doth thou hear?"
"Its clamorous."
So tumult, full of drear.
And her sobbings were mine
As she broke the lull
" Wake up, Son!
Until its late
Until...
"Stop it !"
My voice in a yell
Out of the nightmare, I fell
On the ground, my mind all blank
Eyes soaked and i sweltered dank
How deep could we fall
in the trench, enclosed by the walls
I whispered within
"No more", I stood tall
"I had slept enough
I shall wake up and rise to THE CALL"
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A Walk to Remember
Twas a twilight of june, I was walking alone
On the empty streets, I found someone
Now I cant get her out of my mind
I long not to see, nay enjoy being blind.
I want to walk her way
Be dumb, to let her say
Discover the world through her eyes
And feel the hues beaming so nice
The moon going silver in the bleak light
I see the stars gleam never so bright
Writing ballads I never even read
And recite all the words she had said
In the silent lakes, in the hushy streams
Day n night, I find her in my dreams
She flashes across wherever my eyes rove
Someone please tell is this called love?
Say yes, say no it doesn’t matter anymore
Coz she is the sole one I’d ever adore
She and I the perfect twain
Walking together down the narrow lane
Now she is gone, but I keep the walk on
With her memories that I’ve carried on
I cant forget this acadian summer
It has been “a walk to remember”
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The Wanderer
Admist all those rovers
Wandered a cloud, so ebullient
Plethoric with the divine aqua
To pour down, to relish its scent
Unlike its yokefellows
It did'nt rain hither and thither
Strolling with the breeze sometimes
sometimes,drifted by storms further
In search of the tranquil landsacpes
To find the providential serenity
To Imbibe the resplendent verdure
To concede itself to its beauty
Cities over cities, It tramped
Dancing and singing his heart out
Dried and it ached in spite of all
It marched with the foreign clouds
Its voyaging still, in the hope
that someday, it'd find that land
Realizing all the dreams it reckoned
Ere it dies dry and succumb to the end.
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Aahwaan
karte nit jiska sneh wandan
wahi maata kar rahi karun krandan
rakhne ko wah ab apnaa maan
kar rahi tumhara aahwaan
hey desh ke naunihal tum !
karo punarsmaran apna wo kal
sampoorna vishwa jis hetu kare
bhaarat maata ka charan varan
vedon se nihsrit gyan ki'
ye bhoomi hai Shree Ram ki
Jagadguru yahi Aaryavart
vishwa jyoti ka sanvaahak
sab dharmo ka yahi sharanalya
isme hi sanskritiyon ka vilay
yahi sthan kala-vigyan ka
sanrakshak hai samman ka
fir aaj kyon, maata ki aankhein
aanso khoon ki roti hain
sab dekh jaan kar bhi putron ke
hriday dravit nahi hote hain ?
ye kaisa hua hai vaatavaran
abhagi dropti phir daanv per hai
dushasan to dushasan ,dekho !
swayam Krishna kar rahe cheer-haran !
kalyugi raavan ye asankhyamukhi
ho rahi praja phir aaj dukhi
kar rahe log fir trahimaam
kahan ho tum o Lakshman o Ram?
hey Rana ke vanshaj tum
kya bhool gaye apna sab bal ?
sushupt veer bajrangi tum
karo punarsmaran apna wo kal
hey bharat ke shoorveer !
rakh liya tumne ab bahut dheer
nishchit hi ab ran hai aavashayak
sikhlao dushman ko naya sabak
bharat maata ki rakhsa ko
karo pran daan ka yagya-havan
hey devputra! aavashayak hai
fir rashtra ka punargathan
devdhoomi is bharat ko
dena hai naayochit sthan
lotana hai matribhoomi ko
lupt hua uska samman .
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The lines I like Most
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
--Robert Frost
FIRE
It was all serene
so calm and composed was the scene
The house going amorous
With the aura singing in chorus
"kuhu kuhu"..days last hour,
The cuckkoo out of the clock
The vase with modest flowers
So was the portrait on wooden block
But the silence, that hated the song
The equanimity didnt last long
when the flares aired in
The in-alarms severely bong.
"Angel..where are you?"
In the flames, he ran
"Stop,frantic man .Dont embark"
they found the shouting in vain.
The 'aashiyan' flared so bright
blowing the trumpets of destiny's might
"Angel..where are you?"
His eyes Mars in the lover's plight.
The devilish fire blazed up and high
To engulf the house, to incineration
The curtains in fire, doors collapsed
But nothing could deter his determination.
"Angel....I aint leave you .....where are.....................aah!"
Still he was, as if in a mire
it was tranquil all again
as the voice fainted in fire.
The only ones that could now speak
Were the ashes, so morose and bleak
But the voice echoed even stronger
"My Angel..are you there? "
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STRUGGLE
When thing are not ur way;
Dont retreat,Oh Dear!!,there u stay;
u cry,u fight and pray;
while u see the moments pass away;
Come Hell or High Water,u keep on going;
the Aim's Oceans apart,keeep on rowing,
dont feel abject, You have to strive;
go on ,You, till the very end of LIFE.
Show ur heart,dont be Joe Bloggs
Gird up the loins n pull up Your socks
You have to struggle ,Oh Braveheart!!
with all ur kins leaving apart.
STRUGGLE is one truth ,u cant deny;
face it, as u have no other choice;
so,u have to think n have to apply;
and give ur best,and then u rejoice;
Oh TRAVELLER!!
The Road's endless,dont You ever rest;
You alone, with noone abreast;
so fight for Yourself and noone else;
as You pave Your path ,feel the essence;
the essence of victory..my frend;
as u make history ,n set new trends!!
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Chase
There's a loneliness in the air
And I feel it everywhere
I know, I see everyone around
Whom for,then, does my soul hound?
Searching corners in the vicious cirlce
Looping it time and long
And why does it hears bells toll
Whom is it trying to call ?
Moon was out in night
There's the morning sun
Everthing seems to be so much in pattern
But I feel antsy
Sometimes doodling on the wall
At others,behaving so droll
Standing in front of the mirror for hours
Plucking leaves or searching thorns in flowers
My heart smoulders within
Searching places to detonate
Singing melodiess n dirges
Reciting curses to my own fate
And my legs so rickety
Nous blinded by some inconspicuous haze
The question still unrequited
Where's the terminus to this eternal chase?
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My Portrait
I have painted many faces
Great men and celebreties
All lie in my painting cases
But when I paint my picture
My hands tremble
Fingers loose control of the brush
And the paint-tubes fumble
As I paint my eyes, they start gleaming
And the lips, they start screaming
As if trying to speak something out
I left to ponder, What is it all about!
When I paint my hands
They seem to come forrard
Advancing to embrace me
Or contriving to slap me hard!
And my legs too and fro
Dancing in air in an imperceptible flow
I try to paint them stable
And they seem to kick me low
Yeah, I have painted many faces
And had people bestowing all sorts of praises
But when I paint my own picture
My hands tremble
And Yeah... paint-tubes, they fumble!
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Virga
The mizzle was on
The droplets floating free
Singing the opus they composed in cages
While being stuffed and incarcerated for ages
All Euphoric to oculate the thirsty soil
To spread its redolence all over
slosh the leaves, to resuscitate
To mingle with the singing streams
To invigorate the utopian dreams
And there was one
Aerated just for dying shortly
leading the perilous voyage
Out of joy who wished to coo
Who longed to wet the soil too
Wishing it could flow with the rivers
Put to test like the Scotland cabers
Reined by the destiny,it followed others
Despite knowing it would never make it
..............
It was called Virga.
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Who Am I
One day , as I sat in vain ;
From nowhere, it struck my brain
Who am I?
Never did I bother
Or had a thought over
Who am I ?
As I seek the answer more
It leads me to ponder and pore
Am I a human ?
A human;
Just for living who eats
Just for money who sweats
Is in a battle day and night
just for false glitter and might?
No , my heart said;
I am a soldier ,
I'll fight a'la mort
I am a learner,
I'll travel in search of light
I am a teacher ,
I'll spread around knowledge
I am a doctor
I'll always nurse people , I pledge
I AM SON OF GOD.
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