FREEDOM

Free us, Free us, Free us,

Free us, Free us, Free us

Let us live as our wish

Let us lead the way we need

Give us the scope to fly so high

Give us the way to reach so high

Let us be the part of the game

Though we lose or though we gain

Let us show our height and weight

Give us the chance to read and write

Give us the chance to know and think

Let us be among with you

Let us be along with you                                                            

Give us a chance to sing and dance

Give us a chance to spring and blossom

Let us be great as you

Let us be equal to you

Let us express our thoughts and feelings

Let us exhibit our talents and ideas

Free us, Free us, Free us,

Free us, Free us, Free us

'ALL THROUGH THE YEAR'

 January:

Journey into an another Era

with many aims still raw

begins with a Jaunty January

into a heart throbing journey.

February:

Flower in fine fields flow

into a stream and film of rows

It is the quite Freezy February

welcomes us with unique flowering.

March:

Mutely comes the month Marching

with many multiple matters

of music, It is the Melodious March

exactly a nice tune played mutely.

April:

Aspiring interest are adored

like a hill covered with lot of snowed

May the struggle rise it is Aiming April 

If you miss to aim, then no aspiring.

May:

Metres high in the heat of feet

full of melons, mangoes and meat

definitely rare, its the Magic May

none other shower love in high metres.

June:

Jotting the dates that went 

with the rest left for rent

Its the Juicy June

That’s, just to sip and jotting.

July:

Jaded with full of work

nothing there to wonder

As it is the fine Joyful July

a month with loads jaded.

August

Attention! you're in the mids 

try to know the way it leads

surely it is lovely and a Attracting August

never to miss the way, have attention!!!

September:

Smooth and slow, free and low

like a pure stream with no blow

busy with songs of Singing September

lovely song birds utter sweet and smooth.

October:

Old is gold as goes a line 

often with many memories fine

still all goes well in Oddless October

as the gold move the new and the old.

November:

Nature with all good and best

rest in a few places and others waste

As it's a Naughty November

changes everyone into a fine nature.

December:

Down the end comes the dues

with all the do's  to be done in sue

as not to be away in Dreamy December

always to be correct through we come down.

'A BRIEF TALE'

    

The winds of success touch and go

like a wind that just pass by, so

a nice sense can be felt so.

It's needs to be as a guest for ever

but not as a passing clouds that shower

It should not be seasonal but a perennial

that flows always and ever like a super power.

The winds of success bring a lot of inspiration

which makes to know our capacity and perfection

All this leads to a world of rejoicing and recreation.

The winds that sweep around us is chill and cool

the success sense of winds lead our feel and drill

the process of strength and power lead our will and miles.

The effect of success winds or a little shower of success

makes us drench like a bath in a shower.

This is a brief tale about a shower in a success winds.

THE MORNING HOURS

 

  

When I wake up in the morning,

It's all were free from rushing,

everything seems to be missing.

Just a cloudy sky and a rainy dew,

facing each and bending like a bow,

seems twinkles are rested and they are due.

Perfect pleasant wind with the dew,

is a blend of white and blue,

parts and plants are prepared to flew,

eager to touch the sky and the dew.

Hurrying to be a part of the show.

The God of the light and stars,

huge and orange raising up slow.

   The mix of trio is a beauty to view,

    which is the pockets of a few.

   Three and three makes six

   but all they make is one more

   Its the time of VIBGYOR.

  Fortunate eyes witness this prize

  its really a appreciable sight.

  Nature in a balanced diet.

  It's the time to rise,

  raise and praise the wise

ZEPHYR

A soft gentle wind on a navy night

makes the branches to rub against slight

which were still after a tough fight;

With a soft gentle wind on a maze

then the branches had a gaze

which induced a spark to love trace;

Moon shines, stars glitter, sky charms

amidst a soft gentle wind with no norms

makes the branches hear whispers form;

A soft gentle wind carries the fragrance of love

flowers, buds and stars breath and bow

makes the branches smell it in the grove;

Then the soft gentle wind dropped dew

to the branches to taste their love due

to melt the tiff between the two

A soft gentle wind made them twig.

'SMILE'

                                                



The perfect pleasant feature

which is the symbol of good nature
An expression of happiness
An indication of approval
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.

Wipes the tears, tries to smear
the thoughts of fears, makes dears
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.

The gift of diamond and emeralds
is no where to diverge and diminish ills
so cheap and abundant
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.

It's a possession of everyone, asset in variety
bless for all live things but selective in use
A wealth for good health, A medicine with speciality
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.

Its the simple special "SMILE"
Smile is a "Slite move in lips and eyes."
                       or
"Sintialating move involving lips and eyes.








(This poem has got a "HONOURABLE MENTION'' in a poetry contest of poetry soup & published in the first anthology of  poetry soup)

I – IGLOO

I,   I,   I,   I – indeed!

Inspired, induced,

incorporated Inverted illusions in imaginations.

Ideas inexplicable ingress,

ingrained invisibly intact.

Iridescent Igloo! Impressive!

It is immaculate, ineffable,

icy ink inmost intrude,

inlaid Igloo instantly!

I in interjection,

inflicted infancy influx,

innocent interpretations,

inviting Igloo! insistently, in situ.

I ...... increasingly inflated in intend, interestingly.

Its’ interiors’ in incise,

imply invincibility.

Imperial Igloo! I imbue! 

MY BROTHER

                 

                                                                                                                

One evening a thought struck

Like a sharp arrow on a tree trunk

The thought is to meet “my brother.”

No hope, no plan, no idea, no grief, no hate

Just like a boat which has lost his route

 Still wants to reach the place of his fate

A long search walk amidst tall trees

Seems each bending to wish us luck

Roaming around we found his cabin

My brother - tall and fair

But - dull  and frail

Hai! Said me - hai !said he

Few minutes of silence coated  him

Like a cloud covering the moon

Mute broke, talks flowed.  mist

Covered the mountains freezed

The image was clear but still a fear

A very humble and good natured - he

Shared his feelings and a vow to share

Gave a gift and a drink to sip

The way he mingled was so fair

The happiness was filled up to tip

Heavy to walk with loads of care

Promised to meet and to meet

With hope and happiness the days were good

Like a full moon always, the beauty needs no food

Many minutes turned into hours and days moved

He was nowhere to find, thoughts deemed and slowed

Made a call to recall his vow and to take a move

Turned up as a foe and expressed a wish to a show.

But upon all this he was dull and lethargic

No interest to live and love, always quite and prey

till a call, no way to come in the way of plum

Like a fruit which doesn’t ripe till the some

Make us feel sorry to made him a brother

Sometimes feel pity with his work and break                                                  

No use to trust and hope, he is like a child

With no sense of right and wrong, mild and wild

A prone to calm and cool, no thought to make

A good life, respect and love, keep up faith

Sure to lead and feed others with hope

To rest their feelings upon his sob.

But still we expect the “he” - to fly

Like a butterfly in the flowers of spring

Don’t let our hopes suppress in the string

Remember us, remember the vow and let our

Hope fill the lives, with glow of springs

And make us feel that our brother is a king.

BLESS ME IF YOU CAN

Bless me if you can with "all the things"

that all and all can make me everything

good and would make a livelihood.

Bless me if you can with the "power"

to light a life and spread the light

like a candle I stand.

Bless me if you can with the "words" 

which soothe the sorrower, make her

withstand before the stormy winds of sadness.

Bless me if you can with the "money"

to pour the poorer to part the poorness

which is prepared to be a part of the play.

Bless me if you can with the "sense"

to destroy the ignorance which is creeping

and making it's nets wider.

Bless me if you can with the "idea"

to cease and to plant "no war"

and to  make it no where and not at all.

Bless me if you can with the "strength"

to drag the infants from the cave of deaths

which pulls them with one means or the other.

Bless me if you can with the "plan"

to make every place a palace on earth

enriched with natural beauty and the home of mother nature.

Bless me if you can with the "thought"

to teach every one to talk and learn

to try to write and fight for the right.

Bless me if you can with the "royalty"

to make every man happy and to move 

his life with happiness and nothing more

BREAD BUTTER JAM

Lord of Butter - Lord Krishna

Handled Butter balls and Butter pots

With ease and played with tiny tots

Lord had the world as butter in his mouth

Lord of Jam - Lord Krishna

Jammed night and day; Jammed good and bad

Cleared many jams and many jacks

Lord had the leaf as His bed to sleep.

Lord of Bread – Lord Krishna

Gave many a bread to eat

Took many cows to graze

Cows yielded for His music and grace

Lord made the mountain as an umbrella

Lord Krishna - Lord of Bread, Butter, Jam

Made all to love His play, way and form

He is with us like Bread, Butter, Jam.

ONE MORE FEATHER TO YOUR CAP

Make efforts to add one more feather to your cap

which will make you glide in the success lap

Mark all targets to reach in the route map

so that you don't need  to fetch a rooting sap

Many a hindrance will cover in the doting gap

but never to lose temper and miss a nap

More resources will help an idea to tap

Make efforts to add one more feather to your cap

The ways to reach are tough, but you can catch it's lap

with little care, fair focus and action plan in the map

thorough work will create a grip on the sap

where in all is even without any gap

Complete the work and snatch a nap 

Rejoice with rewards and your feet will tap

Make efforts to add one more feather to your cap

SIGNS OF INSPIRATION

The paint on the wall

The  toy in the hall

The music in the Gramophone

The lines in the story

The stars in the sky

Everything seems to be encouraging

to go ahead and they are by \my side to guide me.

Everything inspiring &touching

They behaved with me as such 

They know about everything I want.

                     

PARK

Two sat in the park bench with their back

Not to have a departing meet; as their eyes were full pack

Fell like a drew drop, it was their tear drop

Both felt same and shame to speak up.

Butterflies, kites and balloons in colours

But these two are in dark shadows of each others

Trying to forget; they are remembering all

Unable to see; their dream castle fall

Everything was rolling,

Tears, time and tryst.

Thought of lasting rendezvous

But this was their last.

This park was their temple of love

Receiving signals from the love-birds in the grove

Dulcet was their language of love

Promising pillars were laid for future trove.

But……………………

All crushed down to dust in this park

All against their nuptial

Unable to convince all; not to have a black mark

             They together left the park to make a two different walk

LOVE

The gush of hormones

Or

The rush of arrows

The burst of balloons

Or

The tryst with poems

The cocoa in the chocolate
           Or

The collage in cards

Love is in the air

Love is everywhere

Roses reach red dresses

Mars meet Venus

Days bright with stars

Love is in the air

Love is everywhere

Cupids in Tee shirts

Love songs in duets

Teddy bears in their hands

Love, Love, Love

Love is in the air

Love is everywhere

Soliloquy everywhere

ON MOTHER TERESA’S DEATH

People on the earth

Stunned with the death

Eyes wet with tears

Hearts broke with fears

As she is no more to wipe their tears

FESTOONS

                                               

A day of festivity in fresh air

Festoons forming an entry pair

Gorgeous drapes of silky velour

Incense having their share

Festoons in the doldrums

As one is one less than twelve

As one is one more than eleven,

As one is one more than twelve,

All were not in a row.

Flowers bloomed and withered; Seasons fell and flew,

Sun rise and set; Dates turned,

Days formed months, months formed years.

Festoons in linear pair they were all in a row

Being 11 – 12 – 13

Their dreams in day fact

Festoons in a variety show

Flimsy tango and merry samba

WEAVERS

                                                 Shakespeare’s Bottom is a weaver,

                                                 Spider is a weaver,

                                                 Weaver bird is a weaver

                                                  Nature and God are interwoven for ever.

                                                 Threads are woven into sarees,

Wool is knitted as sweaters,

Bamboo is braided as baskets,

Marvels of creators.

Each strand gets life by a weaver,

Ornate twine blooms from beaver,

Artefacts add more colour in the life,

Outfits get glove fit in the life.

           

Weavers are bearers; weavers are savers;

Weavers are like busy bees

Hands and fingers toil to give us honey.

God is a weaver with a string

Puppets sing/dance and plait

As the weavers hand do might

Move off, if the string do stop

                                                     God can make us hop, drop and stop