Renaissance

I walk through the roads of war and hatred,
I hear the gun shots fired ahead,
I see the people crying and bloodshed,
And I know everyone is feeling hopeless and deceited,
Waiting for years and years together,
In warm summer and cold winter weather,
Expecting that their voices will be heard,
Alas! No one would take a bold step forward.

What harm did they do with or without knowledge
For seeing, right in front of their eyes, an eleven day old baby lying dead?
Is it the fact that they are inhabitants of Kashmir?
Or, has the world itself gone dizzy ‘cause of whisky and beer?
Where has all the goodness in people been washed away?
For, terrorism has become the word of the day!
Beyond this, the world is bearing the heat,
To add fuel to the fire, in every nook and corner, there is ill treat.

No one is bad in the deepest of heart,
They have been made so due to the brainwashing art,
No one is born a killer or a terrorist,
They have been made so ‘cause of a bizarre mist!
Yet, world is passing through a dark age,
And there is need for a renewed stage,
For people to showcase their truest deeds,
To create a renaissance of love, care and peace.

India of My Dreams

Everyday I wake up to the sounds of screeching horns,

Instead of the humming birds’ soothing songs;

When I look outside the windows of my cosy house,

I see the huzzle buzzle of the creepy crowds.

Everyday I watch the children carrying heavy backpacks,

Instead of playing in the green lawn grass;

And I know they’re longing for chocolates and candies,

But walking to school like operated zombies.

I am highly amused of the way people thrive,

Forgetting what they really need in life!

Attending late night parties to jive,

Instead of taking care of a sweet wife,

Who waits all day long in dreams and hopes,

For her man caught up in some IT prison,

Working hours together held in tight ropes,

Alas! He fails to remember her for some reason!

Is this why our forefathers gifted us freedom?

To be free from one man’s grip and caught in another kingdom?

Where one has to forget one’s own culture and tradition

To impress someone else and satisfy their mission?

I dream my India to be envied by the whole world!

For in the depth of her children’s hearts there is love,

love and love…

All I dream is my India to follow her passion!

And I dream her children to work for mother nation!

A Poe on Poems

Praise, oh, praise! the age-long art,

Ones, who decipher, shall ever bestow;

Eternal, it is, as the purest heart,

Mankind, unfathomable amounts do we owe.

Poets, I would say, the mystic elite,

Ode to the universe, for they gift,

Elegy, they moan, to those not alive,

Mind the ballads, they give a soul lift.

Panorama of life, where else to search?

Oh yes! we get them in beautiful lines,

Eagerly in the depth of depths does it perch,

Merci, you shall stay forever in our minds.

Spring Hymn

I hear it in the blossoming flowers,

As they smile upon the sun with charm and vigour;

I hear it in the laughter of the lovers,

As they walk hand in hand along the river.

I hear it in the swarming of the bees,

As they dance in the air with a happy tune;

I hear it in the new cool breeze,

As it kisses my skin which is otherwise immune.

Whenever the spring comes, I seek the answer, that I feel, is intrinsic,

I ask myself with astonishment: “Why do I lose myself when I hear the music?

Is it just my imagination, or is there a valid reason?

That I hear this hymn every brand new spring season?

Is it just the joy of seeing the beautiful sights,

Or does nature really come alive?

I’ve been wondering for years and years,

But I’ll never know the answer I fear!

Some mysteries remain unsolved,

Even when the world is turned upside down,

Like the mystery of how life evolved,

Is still unknown to the greatest men of town…

So, I vow to stop my mission and just treasure

The spring hymns, I wish would stop never.

My heart is filled with intense pleasure,

But I know not, if it lasts forever!