Tell Me Why

Tell me why
stars shine in the sky?
Such soothing brightness
spreads happiness.

Tell me why
birds sing as they fly?
Such mellow tunes
give hope anew.

Tell me why
flowers bloom with a smile?
Nodding in the breeze.
Waving goodbye to grief.

Tell me why
God made Earth and life?
So full of colors
and joy and mirth.

Just to be choked
by his creation – Man
Whose pride blinds him
to all the wonders divine.

Pity not the blind or
the deaf who cannot hear
But those who surrounded by beauty
fail to see it bright and clear.

My Class Teacher

I have a class teacher
who is very, very nice.
I like all her lectures
and listen to her advice.

She teaches math n morals.
I owe her all my laurels.
She helps all her pupils –
The aces n those who struggle.

She’s always so lively.
Her name is Miss Molly.
Disciplined and so caring,
She’s the best, certainly!

Love’s Musings

Traffic jam on a busy lane.
Like a clot in a deep blue vein.
A thousand powers conspire
against the forces of desire.
Battles once won are lost.
My heart’s missing, forever gone.
The noise, the lights and the smoke
can’t stop these thoughts of love.
The darkness closes behind me
as night swallows the twilight.
Every turn of the wheels
takes me closer to a love that’s real
I get that feeling – a kind of rush
I’m coming home to you – to us.

A Song for Xmas

Who puts the colors
in all the flowers?
Who puts the light
into the vast skies?
Who puts in us
a heart that loves?
The buzzing bees,
Songs in the breeze
are all by You, Almighty!

So, today, we dedicate
to You all our ways,
and on this blessed day,
we offer our praise
For You are the Master,
Our heavenly Father.
Yours are the hands
that never rest and
a love that never ends.

Pyres of the Past

I can only heal
if I take the blame.
I can only feel
if I burn in the flames.

Being sorry doesn’t help.
I apologize for; I regret
all that I did and
everything I said.

Shadows grow longer
as time takes its toll.
My will – no stronger.
I’m numb to the world.

Until I feel a pain
that lasts and lasts.
As I slowly burn in
the pyres of the past.

Christmas

The church bells ring,
the trumpets sound,
the roses bloom,
the sorrows drown.
The moon adorns herself
in a gown of shimmering rays.
The radiant stars fill the sky
like diamonds in a maid’s hair.
The perfumed air enchants the night.
No soul rests down to sleep.
The angels above come to Earth.
They sing and dance among the Trees.
The heavens declare,
the whole world says,
’tis Christmas ’tis Christmas,
’tis the Lord’s birthday!

Wishes

Someone asked me

what I would do

if I met a fairy

out of the blue?

I thought I should ask

for a pair of dancing shoes,

a pink, silken gown,

and a big diamond crown.

But just then I saw

a child so sweet.

Who was in tattered clothes

crying down the street.

I saw a little boy.

Lame and blind was he.

And as he limped along,

with a small bowl begged he.

I didn’t care for dancing shoes.

A silk gown or a crown.

I had the answer to the question.

I would ask for them a haven.

Where they can laugh

and sing and play.

And won’t give people a chance to say,

“You filthy dog! Get out of my way!”

Freedom

Bluebells and daffodils

sitting on the fence

wit’ the sun beams kissin’

’em on their pretty heads.

And yonder meadow green

dotted wit’ little daisies

is the place o’ my dreams

far from this mad city.

Take me away, o far away

wit’ the music in the breeze.

Unshackle these heavy chains

of bondage – set me free.

Life

Life is so very practical.

It’s more than just fantasies.

And though it’s full of ecstasy,

it also has complexities.

Life is not a bed of roses.

It has both sweet and bitter doses.

It has got victory and defeat.

Only a fighter can take the lead.

Life is unique in this universe.

A cycle which is never reversed.

Life comes once and only once.

Don’t while it away in smoke and guns.

Play

How I love to go

and play in the hills.

All by myself

in the quiet and still.

Among the green grass

I hop with the frogs,

and sing with the birds,

and walk on the logs.

Go under the waterfall

or sit on the rocks

or climb up a tree

and tear my socks.

I play in the morning.

I play in the evening.

All by myself

in the quiet and still.

The Ocean

The ocean is deep and vast.

Its beauty is unsurpassed.

Loved by everyone, feared by all,

a treasure house it is called.

Crowned by silvery, glistening waves,

adorned with pearls of all types,

its colossal womb gave birth to life,

the tiny cell that bore mankind.

Forever creating and destroying,

it itself is indestructible,

unpredictable, unconquerable,

a turbulent, tempestuous cradle.

It is a witness, undoubtedly,

of revolutions that made history

with secrets locked in its recesses,

and many of the world’s mysteries.

From time immemorial it remained

and will remain as it remained.

Revered and honoured by each one,

Be it bird, beast, or man.

Is there a place in this world?

Is there a place in this world

where there are no wars, only peace?

Where happiness soars in the sky

and people love each moment of their life?

Is there a place in this world

where no one is big, no one is small?

Where no one’s heart is made of ice

and everybody speaks in one voice?

Is there a place in this world

where there is no corruption?

Where every life has sweet beginnings

and, free from sins, has happy endings?

Is there a place as such?

Or is it just a dream?

Like a bubble in the stream

which bursts at the softest touch.