O My Tender Heart~~~

Gifted with a tender heart, so pious

Life turned it into an iron core, so capricious!

The Age may be Dark, as said in the Holy Books

Does that make it legitimate to ruin all nooks and crooks!

 

The Gods can never be jealous of this prowess

Dejected, rather, they try to calm the mess

The evil hanging on the atmosphere

Must be cleared with love, so sincere!

 

Such ordered the great Seer

With urgency to his most devoted peer

Herculean, a task meant for the pure soul

Breathing with faith, he shall be on that call

 

Selfish, Egoistic, Materialist, Envy

All cling to my tender heart like poison ivy

Blissful may the world of ignorance

Sinful are its acts shining with radiance!

 

May the crow bring good news

May the storm gets loose

So that everywhere is cleansed and gleams

With the pure desire of the fairies’ whims!

The aim of Love~~~

Shall there be peace among the mess
Shall there ever be a cure for the abcess
That caused by a lack of acceptableness
That to be found in accursedness!

The healing word remains the one
Known as love, it is the most celebrated
At everyone's arms' length, accessible to anyone
In today's world, it is much required!

That healing word, magical, indeed a miracle
It was long ago foreseen by the oracle
To remove from our souls, so pure
The sins of evil so obscure!

Pray, May the Angels wave their hands
And let peace and love flow in all lands
Love shall make thee an aphrodisiac
For all the creatures of that one Zodiac!

 

From a philantropist~~~

Bitterness spurred an intent
Ferocious, with venom it was bent
Malicious, with shame came that event
Pious, love shall bear it as ancient!

Forgotten shall be those sequences
Those which bore the harsh consequences
Peace and love sung the hippies
Wild and free they are, like the lillies

Respecting all those known as images
Pieces of clay, they all are the Lord's sages
Even if words strayed from the holy path
Saved we all are from a near blood-bath

Be altruist, shouteth the Lord amidst this mess
Be philantropic, do love all of My createdness!

Differences~~~

Those words may have been blunt
Yet, for discord, none was on a hunt
Harsh may have been those instances
Dire became those consequences!

Harmony became known as conflict
Peace readily turned into relic
Laws broken and scorned
With contempt they were adorned!

Pray calm those disagreements
Pray be warm away from torments
Pray forgive those mistaken intents
Pray respect those with different accents!
 
Thus shall be the the Holy wish
With love, differences shall flourish
As brothers remain so, whatever their creed
As friends indeed, whatever their need!

On thy starry ride

Glittery was that sky Silvery was that carpet That on which rode the blue butterfly On his way to the holy ballet   Divine was that sight A star living with light Your face shining with might O my darling father, my knight!   Gone was your soul, to that land Called by some as the Never-never land Alone and cold with fright I did shed tears that night!   Blissful dance, harmonious ballet Pray life lead me there with thy cabaret!

Dreams of that new world

Dreamers seeking a new world

One ruled with unity
One lashing out with His word
That of thriving diversity

Those seekers of faith shall arise

Even if grey were the skies
No more shall cry those butterflies
Companions they shall be to the wise

Ideal world, pray do rise

Tomorrow along with the sunrise
Colorful with deep tints
Beauty showing up in hints

Such is the world in those dreams

Not to be seen as the capricious whims
Dreamers and lovers do wish
For peace and harmony to flourish

Hoping to find unity in diversity

Hoping to find peace in tranquility
Relief granted in one melody
Live and let live with sincerity!

Lovers and Life~~~

Lovers forget not
The taste of life
Lovers had rather not
Forget that haven, so safe
In the arms of the Beloved
Kisses tend to be craved
Eyes tend to remain closed
Hands flutter like butterflies
Foolishness flies over the skies

And unsteady becomes the gaze!

Lovers smile not

When the Beloved runs

The world may have a thousand suns

And bubble like boiling hot

Still empty remains that cave

As falling in deep love

Is not the call of the knave

That who shines only in his essence

A beloved emanating radiance

A lover left craving for his magnificence!

Two little hands~~~

Left Hand or Right Hand
Does it make any difference for man?
What about the fussy teacher?
The one who claims to be the power?

Two hands given by the Lord
Not to be seen as better or worse
But to be handled with the same coerce
Rather than being discriminated with discord

Left hander and Right hander
You will always be the animater
Shaping up the poet or the writer
As well as the astronomer and the biographer!

Two little hands, meant to be cherished
Well cared for and relished
Whether it is the right or the left
None meant for any act of theft!

Woes from the Earth Fairy

A clean world
Striving against the current
Lost in torment
Trying to miss those dirt hurled

Clean and pure air
Flowing as free as a bird
A sight seen nowhere
For lost is the pure word

Cities destroyed and ruined

Lives swallowed and brumed

None wishes for another episode

History with blood did explode

Saddened Mother,

Comfort she is to all of us

Blinded in phoney laughter

Deaf she remains amidst their fuss

Brothers, Sisters and Laddoos

Enduring ties

Persisting through the dark skies

Lingering after bickering fights

All given as our due birthrights

A relation based on love and trust

Sharing makes it a must

Known as brotherhood or sisterhood

To protect our siblings in good mood

A Rakhi tied on a brother’s wrist

Laddoos eaten before a visit to the dentist

Gifts exchanged as part of fun

Laughter and joy meant to stun

Special thoughts to the brothers

Well cared for are you by the sisters

Much awaited is the next Rakhi

A yearly act of love even when we become oldie!