The Sorrow of the Sun

Oh I wish if I were not alone  

in this vast blue high sky

where I’m the ruler without crown

and warm all with the heat of my.

I envy the moon in the midst of the stars,

though it shines with my light.

I know I’m one of the stars

and with me, none dares to fight.

My heat keeps me alone and all away.

You surround me but far away.

Around me, you make your night and day

but I alone shine all the day.

For you, I’m the power, the source, the Sun

but to me, I’m alone with less fun.

COLOURS

Once I met a man in a bus

with a face so sad and pale.

I gave a start for a talk between us.

He smiled and told me his tale.

 “I have a family; my wife, three sons

and a cute little daughter.

I had a happy life with all our funs.

Circumstances held me tightly than ever,

and accused me as a terrorist.

I was arrested and had been imprisoned

for a year and now free from that list.

Trials after trials they pardoned.

Now I could feel everything pleasant

but a ray of sorrow still haunts me”.

Said so, soon I enquired.

He said, “My daughter needed colours,

but now I don’t have the money required

to buy what I couldn’t a year back, for her pictures”.

Heard so, I bought colours when the bus did halt

for a daughter waiting her father back home

and a father who did no fault.

We got down at the halt near his home.

Then an acquaintance of him blocked us

and informed that his house was burnt

and family hospitalized, and if he does

dare to stay longer, he too would be burnt.

Soon we turned to the hospital

to see how worse had happened.

But thank God it hadn’t be too fatal.

All were alive and consciousness regained.

He rushed to where they were.

I stayed out not to harm.

Then I heard something unexpected there

that his little daughter lost her right arm.

I saw him broken out into tears

and approached me with an unbearable question,

“why do I need colours?”

 Tears rolled down my cheeks without permission.

The Stormy Night

A fear takes birth from my soul

on thinking that dreadful night.

I thought it’s the end of the world as a whole

 or a part of it that I couldn’t fight.

I couldn’t hold a hand for they were asleep

 and only I was awake to witness that.

“oh Lord! I’m afraid even to weep.

Why am I alone to see the night as a cat?”

I even wished if it was a dream,

a dream just to frighten me.

It was too scary even to scream.

I want to sleep not to see.

I thought I was alone suffering.

But there were many speechless creatures.

I saw them fallen down the next morning.

Now they remain with all dead features.

That stormy night made me just scared,

but made them all dead.

Words not spoken!

Once I was stuck in a traffic jam.

The sun was ready to set.

I had none to help or harm.

It was raining and all around was wet.

The bus was too crowded, even noisy.

I called my mom to reveal “I’m helpless”.

I was too desperate to hear “Number busy”.

“Oh God! Help me!” I wouldn’t be fearless.

That night can never be forgotten.

When I reached my home, I shouted.

“Mom, how many times I called? At least ten.

What made you too busy when I’m troubled?”

She didn’t speak a word but moved.

But dad said, “She was calling you all this time”.

The words not spoken by her had removed

my anger to add regret to myself blame.

If she had scolded me, I wouldn’t cry.

But now I’m speechless to apologize

for my words makes me shy.

“Oh God! I’m a sinner, I didn’t realize.”

Sometimes words spoken hurt us,

but words not spoken hurt more.

We had lost !

One begins the life as fragrance,

an untold birth from an untold source

crossing across each troublesome fence

and then being known by the same source.

What then follows is all a race

to make a mark himself.

Done so, many recognize his face.

Now he has turned to a source himself.

It’s something happening to everyone everywhere.

But none focus on the fact, we had lost.

Yes, we have achieved a lot, we swear.

But no longer possess that fragrance. We had lost.

Ignorance of greed made that sweet fragrance.

It was the fragrance of our innocence.

Silences

Sometimes silence means peace;
Peace- a divine effect of battle.
Sometimes silence means to cease.
Cease the life; how fatal?
Sometimes silence means alone,
 alone counting each moment.
Sometimes silence means to adorn,
 adorn with no sign no comment.
Sometimes silence makes you terrible,
terrible with the pain of loneliness.
Sometimes silence makes you capable,
capable to face any hardness.
What may! Silence is all around,
that on me and you surround.

A Rain at night

The moon smiled at the night sky.
The crowded stars twinkling with a shy.
In silence, a breeze knocked at my window.
I opened to see the raindrops that follow.

One behind the other arrived.
‘’They may be brothers ‘’, I derived.
They split when they touch the ground
or else make a pool around.

Their clapping voice continued for hours,
made the moon brighter from the clouds that covers.
I saw the leaves whispering to the drops.
May be requesting for larger crops.

The drops are too naughty to wet my curtain.
I closed the window and waved to the rain.

The Beauty of being Confused

How beautiful are your eyes

when you blink if you are confused!

How beautiful are the mice

when the cats’ mew is diffused!

When you glare at what to do

your confused look is too wide;

The gasping mouth of you

as if the chicken is being fried

When you bite your nail

and give me a helpless look,

what if I send you a mail

to clear your doubt or a book?

But it’s still nice even if you’ve refused.

That’s the beauty of being confused.

I'm after you

I’m the shadow

that covers you.

I’m the show

that frightens you.

Wherever you go

I’m after you.

I’m the breeze

that blow your dreams.

You may freeze

on the first sight my screams

catch your ears.

You shiver till the feet.

You trouble out of fears,

 never wait for thy meet.

Wherever you go

I’m after you.

Will you ever bow

or beg in queue,

rather than before me?

Never you will

nor you can flee.

I may come as ill.

Hold your breath.

Certain you’ll taste this cake.

I’m the horrible death.

Sure I’ll make you awake.

Leaving You!

The most awaited scene

That I had never been 

Faced or exposed to

the day of leaving you.

We go with a promise

That ever forever will miss 

Ourselves in this ground

of happy and proud.

Worthy Bubble

Life is short for those who think that nights are short.

Life is sweet for those who taste with heart.

Life is a joke for those who themselves joke.

Life is hard for those who stick on clock.

Life is love for those who are being loved.

Life is a tear for those who always waved.

Life is ‘what’ for those who stare at it.

But life’s a gift only when others worth of it.

Hidden hands behind my success

Oh without those hands,

 my life would be only of “don’ts”.

But she blew the fragrance

 into my life of ignorance.

She changed ‘unable’ to ‘able’

‘impossible’ to ‘possible’.

She taught me the secret of success

 and I had only to access.

It was nothing else

but plus could erase minus.

I thanked her with word,

but she with full heart, ignored

and asked for deeds

which talks much than words.

Oh God! Give me a promise!

If only she were there in the paradise!

The possession of those

hidden hands behind my success

 is for my motivator,

 and that’s my teacher.

An Angel

She is just an angel

in the heaven in the hell.

She makes statue with frost

which lasts until the last.

When called her a dove,

she never denied love

but she deserves even more

more and more and more.

When honey fought with her

proved she is sweeter.

But how much does it cost,

which lasts until the last?

How much did she care

 for her lovely heir

 to hold the stars

 and win in every wars,

for her heir to reach the height

but not like a kite?

She is none other than the mother,

struggled in every weather

 who gave the world an asset

which lasts until the last.

Shadow

You are always with me

 even when I can’t see.

But can always feel

your taste in every meal.

Since you follow

wherever I go,

but sometimes don’t

when you are in my front,

guiding me ahead

in the path to God.

I believe you shall

be a God sent angel

came like a wind

into my life, my friend.

Ignoring the nature

When the wind comes to meet us,
we shut the door.
When the waves hug us,
we run away from shore.
When the leaves share their secrets,
we close their mouth.
When trees and plants beg,
we kill them both.
Then why should the earth
show mercy to man,
when they do all the harms

as long as they can.     

Is the earth glowing at last
before its end
or responding to her children
who never drops out an inch of land?

The truth behind knowledge

I hunt the knowledge

from the school

behind the blowing wind

that remained cool.

I saw my destiny

so far from my sight,

but still kept trying

 from dawn to night.

I gazed at my book

but got nothing unless

the angel of knowledge

asked us to guess.

I didn’t admit

the teacher’s word,

when she declared that

 the fire is cold,

 as I know that

 it has the warmth.

But not at the time

of arrival as birth.

Tale of rain

The black bearded clouds

born from the sea.

Their mother burns and burns

to leave them free.

Their old pale father

takes them up.

But their mother still cries,
cries below the ship.

He carries them
from dawn to desk
and then disappears
leaving them in dark.

They saw their soul
dropping from their hands,
as the water droplets
fall through the bites of ants.

Deodate

I hate this world

Burning in the fire,

And wish to go

So far higher and higher

To hide from the hot

Fire called the violence

And live in a calm

Sea of silence.

But I doubt,

How the sea would be?

Did the violence spread

Even in the sea?

Or the fishes are

Meditating to the God,

For a real deodate

With an unknown code?

What happens if!

If the air is visible!

It would be a great trouble,

The eyes full of smoke,

What a nice joke!

If the leaves are red in colour!

There would be reddery everywhere.

If all snakes could fly!

Then we all would die.

If you know where the mind is,

Don’t operate it out please.

If you could never see a mirror!

Then beauty would be just a rumour.

If you can find

The hidden secrets in the mind

Of everyone you meet,

Then better admit that

The God is great.

Love forever

A fact you always ignores

that enters without a knock or a bell.

It outshines with its tremendous scores,

a feeling so great, so special.

When becomes a memory, it’s a pain

that shed tears each day.

Though you have spent them in vain,

It remains a smog on your way.

It’s firm, never a fiction,

a blind illiterate fool.  

On the earth, the first affection.

To defend, the best tool.

Realise it if you are clever

and trust the love forever.

I know you!

I know you are my friend

With me you would ever stay

No one can ever suspend

Though you are miles away

My eyes long to see you

I know I miss your care

My ears long to hear you

I know you are really rare

For I can never forget you

And always remember

‘’Our friendship is so bright

Never is it gonna break

Our friendship is so great

Never is it gonna hurt’’

When you move away, it’s my tear

For you to come back and wipe dear

When I wave my hands to say goodbye

It’s you who come to say don’t lie

It’s always you guide me

It’s always you follow me

It’s always you remind me

And always tell me

‘’Our friendship is so bright

Never is it gonna break

Our friendship is so great

Never is it gonna hurt’’

I dare to challenge for

With me you would ever stay

I dare not to cry for

I can feel you everyday

My friendship can’t give you

Colours of a rainbow

My friendship can’t give you 

Fragrance of flowers

For my friendship never

Fades like a rainbow

And my friendship never

Dries like flowers

It’s forever and ever

Alarming everywhere

‘’Our friendship is so bright

Never is it gonna break

Our friendship is so great

Never is it gonna hurt’’