the horrifying sound of the traitors
the grisly appeal of the infiltrators
the diplomatic stand of politicians
the demolitions, the oppositions
all these and much more drama
should never dampen your spirit
your unconditional love for country
should never get stuck to any limit
no love is greater than that for the nation
that is the only key for human salvation
rise high, ride fast, quicken your aspirations
sharpen your thoughts, live up to expectations
for you have only one life to live
sacrifice it if at all you can give
for you are because humanity is
you are because the country is
Quicken
The sun remains at the centre
of solar system like a benchmark
teaches us how to keep a balance
between the light and the dark
the earth at centre of revolution
of the only moon she owns
teaches us how to take care of
near ones and the well-knowns
the nucleus at the centre of electrons
teaches us how to remain immune
from the violent forces of attraction
of the opposite charges so opportune
the centre of gravity teaches us
to art of balancing the entire body
the centre of pressure educates us
to keep concentrating on the subject
all these centres of various types
carry a different story with them
they are the centre of learnings
for the future generations to come
Center
the emotional jiggle of my intrusive thoughts
leave me like an obvious fool many a times
and I become the centre of every ones laughter
and an unprotected node of their brusque chimes
why can’t I put bit of professionalism in my attitude
so that the element of compassion evaporates
and I too become a callous and apathetic being
narcissistic soul from where humanity dissipates
will that make me a complete modern man if I become
the one who start sleeping on the bed of ambitions
the one who will breath passion and envision targets
the one who live the dreams and utter aspirations
Jiggle
Ah, as she walked out of the site
life became so barren and arid
the days so dark and dusty
nights so sleepless and horrid
she says so time starts ticking ahead
she stays and air fetches ecstasy
she changes the whole seasons of my life
she remains and life brings fantasy
the sun of my life rises with her
the moon changes phase accordingly
my heart always beats at her rhythm
the fable of my life appears so logically
Arid
I met a cute baby yesterday
and asked for his name
baby replied philosophically
what is in the name?
he asked further mockingly
do you want to know my religion
do you want to guess my caste also
do you want to know my nation?
see, I am just a baby now
don’t build the walls around
I am just a an innocent being
don’t divide my play ground
don’t label my smile and laugh
don’t classify my breath and yawn
don’t categorise my gender or food
don’t compartmentalise my dusk and dawn
Baby
the art of fooling citizens continues
with their racial or religious slur
the politicians take advantage of it
and try to make everything blur
people never remain human thereafter
they automatically get divided and split
into the caste, creed, religion and language
and all that humanity will never permit
is this the only way to rule the people
is this the only way to jump into power
is this the only way to serve the people
is this the only way for people to empower
speaking bad words is not a great task
by insulting the people one cannot bask
spitting venom will not fetch anything
hold your tongue and you will be the king
Slur
the sound of falling rain resonating with passion
the rhythmic breathing riding high with obsession
the rhythm of love surpassing the wild infatuation
the rhythm of words to exemplify our imagination
the rhythm of the life to mark His presence
the rhythm of hope to cherish our existence
the rhythm of the dance to oblivious the grief
the rhythm of the change to greet the relief
she is my own orchestra, she is my symphony
she is my melody, she is my musical harmony
the words her speech create such a lovely rhythm
the music craves to hear that with its full wisdom
Rhythmic
