POWER OF DREAM

Let me sleep!
Life is like a dream
Said the lazy young lad
For million dreams he had.

Let me fly!
Life is so high
Twittered the li’l bird
Wanted to be loved and aired.

Let me work!
Life is so short
Spoke the tiny ant
Live aimless is what she can’t.

Let me work!
For I want to fly
For I have trillion dream to kite;
In my short life
I have million aims
Fountains of spirit
Vigor of life
Eyes of hawk
And power of dreams.

MOSES OF TODAY

THE BURNING BUSH THAT MOSES SAW
TO WHICH DID HE BOW LOW
IT WAS NOTHING BUT THE BURNING HEARTS
OF THOUSANDS'N THOUSANDS WHO FELL APART.
THE HEART THAT BLAZED WHEN TERRORIST SLAIN,
INNOCENT YOUNGSTERS AND POOR OLD CHAPS.
IT WAS NOT JUST THEIR HEART ALONE , BUT
ALSO BURNED THEIR LOVE , THEIR HAPPINESS AND
THEIR DREAMS UNLIMITED AND THAT STILL WAS NOT ALL.
THERE LAY THEIR DEAREST KINS IN COFFINS
OF SHATTERED HOPES, STRENGTH AND LOVE.
WASN'T HE PAYING HOMAGE TO GOD'S LIVELY CREATION,
THE MAN, HE CREATED WITH SO FULL OF EMOTION.
OH, I FORGET; WASN'T IT THE GOD IN THE BURNING BUSH,
WHO WISHED TO FREE THE EGYPTIAN SLAVES.
BUT AREN'T WE TOO SLAVES, THE SLAVES OF KNOWN
AND UNKNOWN FEAR, THRUST DEEP IN US.
WHO KNOWS WHEN COMES THE UNTIMELY DEATH,
THERE EXPLODES A BOMB BENEATH US IN A BUS,
WHO KNOWS WHEN A BULLET SHOOTS UP FROM
SOMEWHERE MY SCREAMS AND CRIES FOR HELP.
THIS FEAR, I THINK TAKES THE TOLL,
AND HENCE DOES THE HUMANITY FALL.
OH, LORD ARE YOU STILL THERE IN SOME BURNING BUSH
I THINK, YES, THERE YOU ARE , FOR YOU LOVE US SO,
OH! IF ONLY MY POOR EYES COULD SEE YOU LORD.
SEEING ALL THE SLAUGHTER MY EYES HAVE GONE SORE.
I KNOW YOU HAVE FOR US SOME DEFINITE PLAN ,
WAITING FOR MOSES, YOU THE FIRE CLAD.
BUT YOUR INSTRUMENT FOR PEACE IS NO MORE
FOR HE TOO WOULD SEE AK47 AND MISSILE AND GO AFORE.
O LORD! BURN IN THE HEART OF THE YOUTH
HIS POWER MIGHT BE THE CORRECT WAY
PEACE AND WAR AT HIS HAND THERE LAY
GOD, MAKE HIM THE MOSES OF TODAY.

FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

I have lost my village
I long if I could get it back
In the strategically planned cities
In the strangulating swift city life
I have lost my integrity.

From the village with fond memories we left
Seeking place for ourselves in the world
Dad, mom and I left all our dear ones
In the light and shine of the city world
I now stand among the trafficked life

THE LAST TIME SINCE....

ITS A LONG TIME SINCE,
I HEARD THE CUCKOO COO,
MANY SUMMERS HAVE GONE BY,
AND THE WINTERS WENT SHY.
NEITHER HAVE I SEEN,
BLOSSOMS BLOOMING TO FLOWER,
WITH THEM THE ORCHARDS COVER.
I DONT REMMEBER
WHEN WAS IT THE LAST, WHEN
MY FEET FELT THE FRESHNESS
OF THE MORNING DEW.
HOW HARD I TRIED
BRING UP FROM THE MEMORY LANE,
THE TASTE OF FRESH SPRING WATERS.
I NOW REALISED
OF THE NOTION I HAD
THAT I AM CLOSE TO NATURE!
AND I AM AN ARDENT LOVER OF HER!
WAS ALL WRONG, FOR
WHERE ARE THE CUCKOOS COOS,
THE SCENT OF FLOWERS,
THE MORNING DEW,
WATER OF SPRING,
AND SO MANY MORE ,AS THEY
BID ADEAU LONG AGO!

KITES

HIGH ABOVE THE GROUND
FLIES REGAL KITES UNBOUND
BUT SOON GRASPS THE BOUND
THEIR LIFE BECOMES UNSOUND.

RAPT WITH ITS BEAUTY MANY
TOWARDS ITS OWNNER, ALL ENVY
MESMERISED WITH HEIGHT AND GLORY
AGAINST HIM THEY HATCH A CONSPIRACY.

THE FATE IS IN MASTERS HAND
SOARING ABOVE THE LAND
AS SUCH DESTINY STAND
KITES UNDERSTAND.

ALL EYES SET TO PREY
TO MAKE IT’S RIDE DARK AND GREY
MASTER IS THE ONLY RAY
FOR HE CAN ONLY SAVE THE DAY,
FROM DEATH AND DEARTH AND DECAY.

HOW REGAL ROYAL MAY IT BE
BUT CANNOT LIVE TO ETERNITY
HOW COLOURFUL IT SEEM TO BE
DREAD OF END LIVES AKIN TO SEA.

I AM NOT AS GOOD AS THE KITE
I KNOW THAT ON LIFE I’HAVE NO RIGHT
MIGHT I ATTAIN WHATEVER HEIGHT
WITH HIS STERN EYES I’LL COME LOW
JUST AS THE KITE.

The scenes I Write.....

I Write of scenes, I have never seen,
Places to where, I have never been,
But of the ones, where I wanted to be,
Along the riverbed, coverts and shady tree.
It’s not that my city life is that bad,
But of the world where I was, which I had,
Among the concrete walls and cemented roads,
I carried mental, physical burden and loads.

The hustle and bustle of city life,
And the silent chuckle of nature side,
There’s nothing to hide from God and man,
God borne the nature and man the city life,
The dilemma is where I should go,
For city is sustenance, at that nature is low.

BLOSSOMS

IN THE NATURE'S GLOOM
GOD'S BOUNTIES BLOOM
THE FLOWERS WHICH BLOSSOMS
HOW SOON THEY DOOM!
HOW PRETTY THEY ARE!
THE GOD'S PERFECT PLAN
WASN'T SHE THE BEST ONE
IN THE EDEN THE FRIEND OF EVE?
HOW SENSITIVE WAS SHE?
HOW LUCRATIVE WAS SHE?
WASN'T SHE THE IDEAL ONE
TO UNDERSTAND WHAT ONE MEAN?
FULL OF FRAGRANCE WAS SHE
MAY BE THERE HOWERED A BEE
WASN'T SHE THE LONE ONE
TO SHARE HER LIFE TO THOSE STINGING BEES?
FULL OF PEACE AND PATIENCE SHE
DECORATRED YOUR HOUSES DIDN'T SHE
WASN'T SHE THE ONLY ONE
TO SACRIFICE HER LIFE FOR THEE?
GOD GAVE HER JUST FEW HOURS
WHY COULD IT NOT BE LAST FOR SOME DAYS?
SHE COULD JUST STAND THERE
ON YOUR WAY WAITING TO WELCOME THEE.
STILL WE KILL HER BEFORE SHE DIES
HOW COULD ONE BEAR IN FRONT OF HIS EYES?
HOW SHE BECAME SOLITARY WHEN YOU SAW THIS SIGHT?