Saturday, August 23, 2008

The Questions



In my mind,
Left, Right and behind;
There lay some questions,
Unasked, unanswered expressions;

Different images they form,
But they need some reform;
Like some traditions lurking,
And they need some working;

Like a lost soul on the moon,
To find the earths route very soon;
By defying its gravity,
Crossing the orbital cavity;

I realize my self as an unknown,
To the world and to me like a clone;
The original has been left on stars,
To leave me with so many scars;

The mawkish voice seems to be flowing,
It makes other waveforms just as blowing;
In my courtyard and the garden trees,
They surround it like trillion honey bees;

The last-which comes after all,
With rather some more confusions to recall;
These questions will live till eternity,
And the answers lie and smile at infinity
.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Horse and the Beggar



The night rose and the evening departed,
The silence grew and the darkness started;
There lay a beggar with his bowl,
The street lighted yellow without any soul;

To some distance there stood a horse,
It was his luck or was a mores;
His neck was tied with a rope to the pole,
And he just thought about his role;

The wind blew the beggar’s bowl,
It reached to the horse with a howl;
The beggar just opened his eyes,
And the horse just lifted his head likewise;

The horse touched the bowl with his mouth,
The beggar looked him from the south;
Horse didn’t find anything for his empty belly,
His eyes were filled with a teary jelly;

The beggar rose from his place,
He went somewhere and emptied the space;
To leave all alone the scarlet horse,
In the sleazy night which changed it’s course;

The night reached its ultimate brim,
By traveling over the time’s shining rim;
It was waiting to fall in eternity,
To leave everyone in its fraternity;

At last, before dawn, the beggar returned,
With horse bean in his hand and some concerned;
“Eat my dear as hungry you are”,
“I have brought this for you from too much far”;

The beggar said, and patted his head,
The smitten horse ate his daily bread;
The horse thanked him with his eyes,
The beggar seemed to him as angel in disguise;

After the dinner, the horse offered him a ride,
Just to gallop with him on the street road wide;
The beggar accepted his offer and occupied his back,
To see the long and grayish track;

Today also, when the night is dark,
And the street light is yellow without any spark;
You can find the lying beggar and the standing horse,
In the streets of loneliness, without any remorse
.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Life

(I have written this poetry for Imran Bhai. He suggested me to write a poetry for him on this topic. Many things and aspects could be covered on this topic, but time didn't permitted me so. Hope in future I could write some more on this topic.)

Though we don’t know much,
But the saying goes as such;
The God said-be and it was,
And further it went to be nature’s laws;

Life as they say,
Is the God’s creation in his way;
Science and religion have different perspective,
But let them converge to a same objective;

Although defining life is tough,
But its differences from other can be marked enough;
They gave many definitions,
But all lacked on unequivocal conditions;

Many say how life is going on,
It leads to a huge man from a small baby born;
Some say blinking of eyes is life,
And it becomes worst if some get beating from his wife;

I have heard people say,
That life is a journey in its way;
When the way ends at last,
The life goes somewhere so fast;

Sad man say’s-Life is happiness,
And happy man say’s – Life is not sadness,
So they never reach a conclusion,
And they ever lived in delusion;

So, let’s define it in our own way,
Don’t care what others say;
For some it may be even and for some odd,
But I think Life is a beautiful Gift of God.