Wednesday, June 13

FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER

The beauty of life,
Best gift to wife,

A sacred pray,
Happiness and gay,

On path to God,
A mighty sword,

A freshful sight,
Can win without fight,

Their blossoms and blooms,
Fills fragrance in rooms,

A beauty divine,
Servant of mankind,

Small and beautiful,
Noble and truthful,

A handsome, lovely, cheerful tower,
FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER.

WHEN NATURE DELIGHT

When Nature Delight,
No comparable sight,

A sea so quiet,
No high tide low tide,

A tree dark green,
No floods and powerful stream,

A sun too meek,
To play hide and seek,

A wind quite gentle,
Can keep you sound mental,

A river quite lazy,
Can make you go crazy,

An animal quite sensible,
Is easily comprehensible,

And lastly I hope that,
A man, A good chap,
Will when remain calm,
No one will cause harm.

A DIWALI NIGHT

The bursting of crackers,
The festival of light,

Smiles on the face,
The house shining bright,

Diwali the festival is
workshipped at night,

A legend's homecoming is
celebrated with delight,

The occasion teaches us the path of right,
How a devotion to god can bring good heights,
Take care of their sight and ensure a candle to light,
In a house whose stones are not upright,

A smoky night can never be quiet,
A jouful day, another day tight,
Nothing to fear, nothing to fight,
Sweets if they bite, take care of their diet,

Have a beautiful day and wishful night,
And celebrate Diwali with a joyous smile.

CRICKETANA - KUMBLE'S REVOLT

Cricket-Cricket the game of cricket,
Its all about taking opposition's wicket,
Its like a puzzle,
Which is made to hussle,
When bowler pitches in soles,
Batsman gets cough and cold...

When its ANIL who bowls,
Batsman prefer black hole,
He pitches it outside,
Batsman thinks it is wide,
But ball rocks and rowls,
Suddenly middle stump..bowled!!

In comes another one,
He thinks himself big gun,
He had a confident earn,
Of almost 10,000 runs,
But KUMBLE knows no bounds,
He knew the batsman's wounds,
Cricketer tries to sweep,
Only to get caught in deep,

Its now the hat-trick ball,
To enter fame of hall,
ANIL went too swift,
Only to deliver a gift,
Batsman involved the risk,
Will it be caught or six????
My heart jumped too fast,
Thought I was breathing last,
The ball was sizzling in loo,
Yuvraj threw himself through,
Both made contact in air,
And then fell in pair,
It was delight in pain,
Another boggie to train..

Now...No one dare to touch,
The bowl that much,
And every batsman gets hault,
When this KUMBLE REVOLTS.

Monday, June 11

CRICKETANA - LITTLE MASTER'S STROKE

Cricket-cricket the game of cricket,
Its all about not losing your wicket,
It's like a bird,
You have never heard,
When one flighs too high,
Batsman sighs and sighs,
He involved the risk,
Will it be caught or six????

When its SACHIN who bats,
Umpires cannot rest,
The bowler tries to smile,
Captain close his eyes,
Fielder looks and looks,
Sachin flicks and hooks,
The crowds get the feast,
Don covers and sweeps,

Lo! suddenly they shout,
Sachin knew he was out,
Umpire was in doubt,
My heart was in my mouth,
Judgement was in talk,
Sachin started to walk,
I felt as if dead,
Sachin smiled like mad,
It wasnt the first time,
Part of his old regime,
Rather his spirit of game,
Which no one could attain,

And,
Again he played,
Again he swayed,
And all gets choked
When Little Master stroked.....

BEAUTY AND BEAST

With shiny eyes and pointed feet,
Sharpened nails and bearded feet,
Tiger, the combi of Beauty And Beast,
Is moving in hunt of another feast,

Monkeys are crying,
Scavangers are flying,
Monster is eyeing,
A restless deer lying,

The deer unaware,
Was caught napping there,
The cat through the air,
Did it to its lair,

She had hit a ton,
Her boys are having fun,
And the song she had sung,
Was important for these young,

Such simple are these creatures,
Created by nature,
But man is real traitor,
reckless to their future,

With brains curtailed man is too rude,
And in front of almighty its enough to conclude,
He does everything and thinks the least,
They are the beauty and he is the beast..

Sunday, June 10

YA THAT'S LIFE

For some its hot
For some its cold,
For some its full of gold,

For some reached height,
For some toiled night,
For some got it set right,

But some didn't fought,
Still they got,
With big Bungalow, business and cars
A readymade rich wife,
YA THAT'S LIFE

Political Bandits

Whether the country goes to hell,
You do not mind it,

When Kursi comes between,
You workship if pandits,

When the house is on fire,
You have run away tactics,

Now we common wont resist,
You Political Bandits

Saturday, June 9

Incredible India

The land of paradoxes and turbulent history,
The land of valiance, chivalry and mystery,
The land of forests, forts and dunes,
The land of cuisines and rustic tunes,
The land of temples, glens and lakes,
The land of culture, customs and sanes,
The land of invincible and turreted palaces,
The land of art, monuments and solaces,
The land of bustling cars and buses,
The land of people with exhilerance and fusses,
The bygone place of royal media,
That's my land, INCREDIBLE INDIA.

Soothing Nature, Selfish Man

Given scorching heat the sun was passing by,
The wild blue yonder turned mackeral sky,
Black clouds came to show their might,
Sun was obscure and midday was night,
When thunder storm and joyful din,
Was raining buckets and wetting my skin,
The cats and dogs and aroma of sand,
And bracing winds brought my mind to bend,
Such energising gifts and reviving tricks,
Nature had to soothe our bricks,
But this inclement man has some other plans,
He wants destruction all he can,
Still this nature asks me again and again,
CAN A BRUTAL BECOME AGAIN A MAN??
CAN A BRUTAL BECOME AGAIN A MAN??

Measure Of True Friend

He is an image of God,
Your life's reward,
The joy he doubles,
And half gets troubles,
He is a faithful treasure,
quintessance of leisure,
He knows your faults,
And sugar your salts,
He forbids your wrongs,
Lives with you life long,
He gives receives and always shares,
That's true friend, A refuge in despair.

Today's Fashion

Fashion Fashion Today's Fashion,
Perhaps it's our Jackson and Roshan,
Do you think it has any connection,
But who will fill their head with notion,
Wherever they go they have one tension,
Whether it is reception or the shop of ration,
Almost everyone wears this lotion of Fashion,
Some says action but I have objection,
Who will think of those living section,
Which spend their lives in our satisfaction,
I know they dont need but its urgency to mention,
The flora, The fauna, The cause of our motion,
The maker of the earth, The solution of Pollution,
The giver of fruits, The factory of oxy-generation,
Everybody cares for one's promotion,
But what if they have to undergo demotion,
They cant say but they beg protection,
And what to them is our reaction,
Increasing rate of such commodities consumption,
Which are frequently used in Today's Fashion,
If it continues it's an indication,
That after 50 years only a part of population,
Will be left to feed the Today's Fashion.

My Family

Mother Mother I have 1 mom,
Always she shouts her voice is like a bomb,

Father Father I have 1 dad,
He remains composed even if he's sad,

Grandpa Grandpa I have 1 dada,
Dont take Panga he'll cut you to aadha,

Grandma Grandma I have 1 dadi,
Whatever may be occasion she loves to remain sadi,

Brother Brother I have 2 bro's,
All of them quarrel important for their growth,

Sister Sister I have 2 sis,
Work not related they will assist,

Uncle Uncle I have 1 chacha,
Its his favourite saying "Where is your matha",

Aunty Aunty I have 1 aunt,
She remains evergreen with her taunts,

Lastly and mostly the 1 I forget,
The special ME facing all these threats

My Worthy Friend

I asked my leader to let me go,
My friend in the front had fallen a while ago,
He said the move will be useless,
But I intended to do that mess,
Falling here and there I crossed the border,
The sand was stuff and I searched for Roger,
Darkness grew more and I found his way,
Running to him I saw him say,
I believed the love u had in your heart,
Will not betray our friendship on your part,
I saw him slowly close his eyes,
And took him on my shoulders to go on a rise,
Taking that heavy weight I hurried up to the tent,
My head was slightly tilted and my back was slightly bent,
There sat the busy leader and again he said,
What a worthless move my lad you had!!!!,
I said the move was because our body was different but our souls were one,
And those two lines which he spoke will make me tough enough to withstand the coming suns

Friday, June 1

God's Shine

A clock with million hour,
A magician full of power,
A first without a second,
A start without an end,
A subject with no predicate,
An immanent which indicates,
A subtle in universal texture,
Director of life's picture,
An unchangeable eternal,
writer of life's journal,
Transcending the dimensions of space and time,
IS unknown ubiquitous God's Shine