Bharat - India - My Country - My Countrymen

Here comes the anniversery number sixtey eight

time to remember about our tryst of that night

where the oppressed were promised big and bright

while a lot is done towards ending the poors plight

still work remains before we declare all perfect and right 

 

Uncountable difficulties we face if i say it forthright

solutions to countless headaches yet far from sight

but while we pass the dark what awaits is light

on top of that enemies keep challenging our might

brave soldiers keep sacrificing their lives to win the fight

A moment also to remember those who stood against the British

who divided our society with hatred were those priggish

Revolutionist with guns and roars were so tigerish

never could the british win but stand on our land diminish

Lets take a few moments for those times and relinquish

I am born to the land of men, women and sages so revered

with different colours of kurta, turban and beard

when we gave them zero and decimal they cheered

civilizations had followed the route our forefathers pioneered

 the world learned from us love and peace lets keep the trend adhered

The Game of Throne..!!

The election year is here

so has the political circus changed gear

all in ruckus, all who seemed stable and hither

suddenly churning ideas to make strategies clear

The saffron have decided for Modi to be crowned

they seemed to believe in the NAMO mantra sound

on his talks of development, masses go merry go round

but some still believe him to be that eternal hound

The party with the hand, who is on the throne

for years now have gone corruption prone

projecting a leader who for this seems to be born

but perception is, a lot of people on the idea scorn

Bihar appears to have become a political commodity

As Nitish’s divorce with BJP has gone dirty

and then having to fight a resurgent Lalu’s party

on the top bomb blasts have rocked Patna city

Mulayam, secularism’s prominent bastion

 failed to control riots, with his corrupt system

he then stood with the Left and rolled the motion

Mamata left wondering, for that was her section

Down south Jayalalitha joined the third front cluster

posturing herself as a candidate for being Prime Minister

Naveen will surely jump in to support her candidature

but many still think such a government would be sinister

Up North, Kejriwal has stolen everybody’s thunder

but after having committed so much of blunder

and finally now since having to surrender

probably he will become a nationwide election campaigner

In a few days we go out to vote, to keep the govt in our grip

Corruption, inflation, terrorism , policy paralysis, leadership

many a problems of social injustice, which runs in us deep

this year go out and choose wisely, so as not to later weep

VOTE FOR INDIA.

Who is the Goddess ?

I am Devi, the goddess to this mortal mass

the divine mother to all, be the skies or grass

ever so malign in anger and benign in love

but no evil can through me make a pass.

I am Durga, this universe’s crowning creator 

Mahishasura slayer and the invincible warrior

on a roaring lion I sit, trinity and sword in hands

but for believers, I usher joy, being their liberator.

I am Saraswati, embodying the sanctity of a river

consort of Brahma the god, living away from all the glitter

with a pot, lute, bead necklace and a book in my hands

I keep spreading knowledge, culture and music forever.

I am Lakshmi, the queen of fortune and wealth

materialistic in nature but holier in breath

spouse to lord Vishnu, sitting on a lotus

I give life fulfillment, beauty and health.

I am Kali, the bearer of omnipotent power

devouring daemons blood and playing abolisher

with a garland of human skulls and a tiger skin

I epitomise the raging furious feminine destroyer.

I am one, the ultimate goddess

as a mother comforting you with happiness

being a wife, struggling with you in life’s arduousness

and a daughter giving you all heartiness.

Present all around us in all their humbleness

she is every woman, to be respected with all our humanness.

The Unfulfilled Desires.. !!

That was a time of dreams,

life lived on dreamland

chasing it on a horseback,

smashing all the way to wrack.

Those unfulfilled dreams

have taught the values of life

what the heart desired once

eyes have lost sight to.

We try to find the ones

whom we have, but cant site

although they simply are those

who live as guests in our souls.

what were our wishes then

and the things that are before us

my intentions have come back

being made a run at the stars.

From the corners of silent animate

this writhe is of no use

so live and dream more

let the heart desire now

and the eyes assure them.

Feels like a Gladiator.. !!

No less than gladiators are we engineers

for we slug in the arena of semesters

few fly around the clouds of nine

but most on the mud of six shine.

The one night study is our shining armour

it glazes as its cleaned just the night before

weapons in the mid of the arena are a must

we have eyes and ears, them, we trust.

Practice for glory runs all through the year

few care, rest don’t, for they have no fear

practicals and internals they ask for us to gather

we do the same knowing brethren fights together.

Come the day of fight, everything is on bet

results are as grave a question as life or death

joyful D or the vicious F is the question dear

But we don’t care, for we are ENGINEERS.

A Kite Story

That was the time of dusk
when you walked upon the round stairs
it was on the roof of house beloved
for the sake of flying kites in pairs

with legs crossed we sat
showing the craftsman’s dexterity
you started creasing the paper
every move of yours essayed its own subtlety

As you finished the kite
and adhered it with the string
with a wish of the bond for eternity
calling upon me for the kites first swing

You walked near the handrails
giving the string in my hands
the wind took the kite to course
it flied high and made us friends

For i remember how it spiraled
and you screamed with happiness
as it went into the skies and clouds
you looked in my eyes misting blitheness

Memories of the evening still fresh
twenty years later i recalled the moment
tried to reenact it on my own
for i remember that time as god sent

I walked to my roof barefoot
the sky looked mirky readying to rain
i made the kite the same way you did
and went near the handrails to throw in vain

But i never left trying until a rough wind came
it took my kite way out in the sky into oblivion
remembering your little face i pulled it down
and the rain hit taking my kite shuddering into ground

I ran down the stairs into the open field
for there perched my beloved piece of kite
as i looked upon it standing soaked in rain
a feeling ran through me of immense delight.

Our Talks.. !!

The beats of the heart, the sound thumping
echos in my ears, your words, all flying
Blatant words it seems, sincerely failing
Serenity fails here, but please keep saying
Even venom from your lips, trickles feeling

Small the life is, modest have been our talks
the ways of your charming words, always works
Be it the meeky sorry, or the devilish sulks
hymns curses all equal, both hand in hand walks
all these talks soothes my heart and all me asks

The caravan of our long talks, so sweetly flows
On the walls of air, words like long letter grows
impatience effuses out, like the fragrance of rose
lyrics of our speech stand out, as if they pose
Remains of dream such, voluptuous magnificence it draws