For my friends

I will remember those sunsets,
I will preserve them, the moments,
I will retain you all, oh! my friends,
and, I will take you along and long.
I have you all under my eye lids.
At a wink of an eye I glance at you.
In sleep and dream I see that it is you.
And, when these lids of mine fall forever,
I still, will have you before my eyes.

This verse is tribute to you all my favourites: pink sunsets, chilly evenings, memorable days, travelled places - for the immense pleasure I derived from you. It is also for my friends and loved ones - bestowers of unconditional love upon me - where ever you are. What survives of us is love and you all, whether animate or inanimate, have given me loads of it. I dearly love you all.

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Salvation for ALL!

Why should the carbons combine?
Why should the wretches breathe and live?
Why should these choose to give birth again?
Why should they make life and hell?

Why should there be fit and unfit?
Why should there be rich and poor?
Why should there be oppressor and oppressed?
Why should there be class and creed?

Life would say,
Should you seek to live, be fit.
Should you seek to feed, earn
Should you seek to earn, subvert.
Should you seek to subvert, group.

Life is what that conceives need.
Life is what that makes one stew in greed.
Life is what that causes struggle.
Life is what that denies death and peace.

When this world is a transient pause,
and when life is nothing but a nascent blink,
why should life struggle for a losing cause?
Why should alive yearn for dead without a wink?

When life ends in a certain death,
when life is aging, growing pain,
when death is real and eventual bliss,
why should the alive yearn at all?

Why should there be man at all?
Why should there be life at all?
Why should there be birth first of all?
Why can't there be nothing at all?

I wish there is not birth at all.
I wish there is no life at all.
I wish there is no struggle at all.
I wish there is no world first of all.

Let this world slip into a oblivion.
Let every soul pass beyond the horizon.
Let there be none to struggle and suffer.
Let there be none to care and cry.
Let this be salvation for all!!!

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Should I return

Dangling from the lap of success,
I see you shiver and sweat.
sliding down the abyss of failure,
I see your eyes, red and wet.

With every moment I lose,
I see a twinkling drop trickling down.
With every breathe I lose,
I see a silent sob running down.

This life is not worth your tear,
for never did I see you smile in a year.
These are not for me Oh! dear,
I envy these for they are to you so near.

I ravaged the forests to bring you treasure.
I looted hell and heaven for wealth beyond measure.
I did this with not a moment of leisure,
and knew not this was not to your pleasure.

I took to the treacherous peaks.
I scaled the slippery paths.
I scuttled the dreaded lanes.
I did all, only to leave you forever.

Return may not, I, from the heart of abyss.
Return may not, I, to bask in your bliss.
But should I return, I would return to live.
But should I return, I would return not to leave.

Should I return my dear,
I would return as a rain drop,
a drop to feel and smear your skin,
a drop to kiss the hump of your chin.

Should I return my love,
I would return as a loving smile,
a smile to bring you delight and grace,
a smile to erase the past and my trace.

Should I return my girl,
I would return to sleep in your lap,
not to run and bring you tears,
not to horde and leave you fears.

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On Valentine; For Valentine

Three Cheers on this Valentine
Which cheer is for the day,
and which is for my girl.
Which cheer is for my girl,
and which is for the day.

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I saw a damsel with a radiant face,
and gazed at her if just in case.
She went ahead at a gentle pace
leaving in my heart an empty space.

The crescent moon hides away,
to see the beauty amidst the way.
The sun tries to bar the way ,
her brilliance clears it all away.

The moon over there craves for a glance at her.
The sun is here for a glimpse of her.
There they starve for her gracious presence
Here I am for the eternal essence.

Her lips resemble petals of rose
that shattered me from head to toes
Her un-knotted hair flows so wild,
just as petals in breeze so mild.

Her face is cheese and creamy white,
her smothered smile makes it a delight.
Her dreamy looks took me beguile
And lo! before I realize she is ahead a mile.

She made her presence felt,
so I searched for the place she dwelt.
Startled was I for what I smelt
for I whiffed the dreams that melt.

Oh! Rippled the dream,
Morning was the stone in this stream
Since, morning had been a ghastly nightmare.
and my life was a wait for the sweet nightly air.

I woke up from dream, every morning of the year,
in wake of loss, in shiver of pain and fear.
But the day I told you, I love you
this was no dream but very much real and very much you.

Now, I see you my valentine, every day, every night.
Now, I have you my valentine, every day, every night.
I adore you and this day Oh! Saint Valentine,
for, on this day I made this girl my life time valentine

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Peace is for sale...

Today, when I went to our regular dining haunt, I happened to see this pamphlet which said:
Fish Available
1 Peace - 30.00
As soon as my eyes rolled across the laser jet ink words, a crazy notion entered my head and the following is the result of it.

If peace is for sale,
who are the buyers.
Even, if peace is for free,
who are the takers.

Peace would not cost nothing,
it would cost the strong,
to let live the weak.
It would cost the rich,
to let alone the poor.

Peace would not cost nothing,
it would cost the man,
to let live the dumb,
it would cost today,
to leave something for tomorrow.

Peace would not cost nothing,
it would cost the loath,
its very own soul.
It would cost the revenge,
it very own pride.

Peace would not need nothing,
it would need the man,
to curb his greed.
It would need the man,
to end war for peace.

Peace is for sale,
trade it for wars.
And, peace is for free,
if you welcome these costs.

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Love and Hatred

Most know not what it is to love,
for never they tasted bitter of loath.
A few in the past did taste it,
and penned their vengeance for it.

Hatred stands strong and tall,
between man and man, and heaven and man.
Love is a cleft in the wall,
a hope to heaven for all and man.

From the human world till this wall and cove,
the path is the least walked upon ,
for not it is route of roses ,
but a bed of thorns till infinity on.

Those lured by the heavenly grove,
did walk and bear thorn and woe.
Reach did them the grove of love and dove.
And, stay still them, where we would not go.

I read those, who made it there,
into the heaven of peace and gay.
They say, “Allegories of peace everywhere,
truant were the signs of disgust and dismay”.

It was joy to read what they said,
And would be splendid to do what they did…,
But deprived and declined we are of this dream,
as coy are we to leave this human realm.

Need is for those who care not the fate.
Need is for those who can make the cleft a passing gate.
Need is for those who can fight the hatred vice.
And, need is for those who can unveil the paradise.

For man and beast and every mole,
for those who dream the lovely garden,
but cannot stand the foe and woe with their soul,
let them clear this path, the one scarcely trodden.

Let them break the hatred bind,
Let them form the human bond
Let their pluck light coward and blind,
Let them help all see the paradise beyond.

Honey is found in flowers alone,
love is present every around.
Tender hearts and noble souls can alone
dream and dare world to be bound

Love not anything except beloved.
Hate not anything except hatred.
Beloved is everyone to someone or the other.
Condemned is everyone by the one or the other.

Hatred makes hell of life,
Love carves heaven of it.

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Arise awake when you know

When life reaches crossroads,
when deeds of the past become old and plain,
when life takes dull shades and sluggish modes
then you know it is time to prove again.

When life presents with no qualms,
when the spirits are low and damp,
and, when there is not enough to fill your palms,
then you know its time to pick your lamp.

When achieved heights melt away with time,
when accolades become things of the past
when gained merits wash away with time
then you know it is time, again, to relive the past.

When your life is not a trouble for your foes
when your life is now a thing of mock and fun,
when your life is now of success throes
then you know life has to move and run.

When hard to come are words of praise,
then you know, you cannot let life slip beyond,
when, with your every word eyebrows raise,
then you know you cannot live, letting it slip beyond.

When you know life could be different,
then you know to tread different mosses.
When you wish things be different,
then you know to choose thorns not roses.

When your stay is unwelcome and long,
then you know it is time to fight another of fights.
When, not are these heights you still have to throng,
then you know it is time to scale another of heights.

Now you know where the commons flood.
Now you know this is not your path.
Now you know to spill sweat and blood.
Now you know to change your path.

And, when you know...
Arise awake and change your path.

Change your path and,
fear not the wailing fate,
fear not the warning gong,
fear not the flood and spate,
And fear not a thing but right and wrong.

Arise, awake and stand up tall,
and the skies would kiss your hand.
Arise, awake and run this land,
and the earth would brace your fall.

Arise, awake and baffle the foes.
Arise, awake and befriend the seas.
Arise, awake and bemuse the woes.
Arise, awake and belittle the peaks.

Arise, awake and rest not till the wall is breached.
Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached.


This is my tribute to Swami Vivekananda , who caught the sleeping lion of a nation by its mane and goaded it towards dawn of enlightenment.

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December Evenings - The color of twilight

Days are, dawns and dusks, and dusks and dawns.
The days turn weeks and weeks turn months,
then I hear you sing and see you dance.
Is that you my December, I believe this not at once.

Here comes thou and there goes my plight.
December, did you bring the orange twilight?
did you bring that chilly night?
Tell me December, don't make me blight.

Oh! My boy,
Here is my dusky twilight.
Here is my breezy night.
Here I brought them for your delight,
Now, here they are in your sight.

Oh! December, this time this year,
ask the twilight to paint me layer upon layer,
ask the night to dry me layer by layer,
for these blues should last an year.

Be not in a hurry oh! Son,
This is the color of autumn,
these are the days of year bottom,
and this is the breeze of fall beyond fathom,
wait till you hear the spring's anthem.

December, my love
your color is the color I love,
your breeze is the breeze I love.
your light of twilight is what I love,
And the chill of your night is what I love.

Deny me not your hug December,
Drive me not from your warmth December.
I live for your autumn ambers,
I will not wait for your dying embers.

Oh! December twilight,
with your feathers of flight,
paint my son in the hues of light .
Oh! December night
forget not to dry his hues of light
in your breeze every night.

I will long to see you son,
as you would wait to see me come.
These hues on you of December sun,
would make this year, for you and all, a joyful one.

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