Monday, February 23, 2009

Angel


(..... Jaise aankhon ki debiya mein neendiya,
Aur neendiya mein meetha sa sapna;
Aur sapne mein mil jaye farishta sa koi........)
It was a junction of noon and evening,
And I was with my friends busy in playing;
The noise of the crowd was at its peak,
And we were happy as it was the end of the week;

Far from us, I saw a man,
Sitting on the rock of big span;
He just watched the playing kids,
Shaking his legs in a rhythmic rids;

Gradually the time started drifting,
The night and evening started rifting;
One by one my friends left for home,
I was left alone with the man of shining chrome;

I also thought to leave the place,
But the snow fall covered everything in space;
I fell down due to wind and cold,
I lost control and my senses rolled;

I don’t remember how much I lay,
I opened my eyes with hope in a ray;
He sat beside me on the same rock,
I could see the snow around me in flock;

There was no snow on the rock around a diameter,
It was all warm and I was in a sweater;
I smiled at him and asked if he was an angel in disguise,
He said yes, shaking his head with turban of turquoise;

“In any problem just pray God to send me to you,
And then you just call-Come Angel Come from sky blue”;
He said, and lost in the shimmering sky,
It all seemed to me as an intricate staggering lie;

But it was true and I was full of joy,
Whenever I called him, he helped the troubled boy;
With this help from God, my life became smooth,
Full of happiness and too much soothe;

One day when I was flying my kite,
It was trapped in the electric wires at site;
I called my angel again and again,
I searched for him in the lonely lane;

I was not able to see him for hours,
I was in thirst of benevolent showers;
Finally in the evening he came to me,
"I was completing an important work of God, you see";

Said he, and rescued my flying plane,
I walked with him on the road main;
“My dear, in your dreams you can see me,
But in real life I am an invisible tree;

It’s all the matter of hard work and devotion,
Your angel lies within your mind’s ocean”;
Said he, and flew across the gigantic mountains,
Erasing my heart’s darkest stains;

I woke up and still it was snowing,
Around me everything was glowing;
I stood upright and headed for my home,
With, words of an angel of shining chrome.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Ink

Yes, it’s the ink,
How dark is it, let me think;
Its color is red blue black or green,
Flowing with serenity, the marking queen;
The students fill it in the pen,
They write with it here n then;
The impression is true with splendid writing,
The letters form words with a special linking;
It flows smoothly on paper with passion,
It’s pure, humble and gentle in fashion;
Its utmost beautiful in the color pink,
Yes, it’s the ink, it’s the ink.