THE LOST EMPEROR


There   was once a  mighty ruler ,

known for his courage and valour

Powerful and Rich ,

Tall and Magnificient,

People trembled with fear,

whenever they saw him appear,

Whatever he wished ,he snatched by force,

Innumerable wars he won,

yet he was thirsty for dominion .

Jewels and gems,

Golds and diamonds…

Women and wine flowed like rivers,

Still nothing  appeased his apathetic self…..

 Something still wasn’t possessed,

by his  reign and through his fame,

He ruled on thousands

in every region of Indian plain

Directions too seemed to know,

that he was ruler and they bowed,

Then what was that, his heart missed?

Contentment or the Mental peace?

One day he saw a young monk,walking naked feet on the hot ground,

Surprised and shocked to see,the Emperor summoned for  him,

The silent monk appeared in the court,

Courteous and Silent like a revered soul,

He smiled and wished the king “happiness”,

And asked the reason for his presence..

The lost Emperor asked “What makes  you smile

..even when you have nothing in your life?

To which the pious soul replied,” I have the Richest jewel inside

That sparkles when I think of THEE,

Priceless and  precious ,when I  care about the children of “HIM”

The contentment that I have in heart,

Is because Iam loved by all,

I wish to serve the mankind ..

To get happiness in my bodily  shrine..

The mighty Emperor had tears in his eyes,

He thought he was lost for a while,

The moment changed his lavish life,

“The Lost Emperor” got a reason to smile,

He started serving his subjects,

treating as his own children,

Spreading the light of  happiness ,

He preached love and peace amongst the humans.

How I wished I could be him,

writing golden pages in history

with the eternal word of love and compassion

which shone through his destiny…

How I wish hath I been the one

The mighty Chakravarti Emperor

Ashoka, thy name would hath been mine…

and my soul could hath stopped the

bloodshed and aftermath

of the  gruesome war of Kalinga

which killed and slained millions

when the river Mahanadi  flooded with blood and tears

floating bodies ,amputated fears,

gory and wrath would ne’vr hath been

Had I embodied as Ashoka the mighty being!

Wars can never bring peace and will always bring more bloodshed. The world starves for peace and every nation today is devoid of the universal peace and harmony which should be the main motto of every nation and country.

The empty plate


Not a morsel for her
every grain  hath been shared,
the empty plate shines
reflecting her freckled face…

mockingly it shows
her vulnerability
saddened eyes
painted with poverty…

pangs of hunger make noise
the rattle of unfilled stomach
is heard
even if disguised…

laughs the empty plate
at the cruel fate
what a destined day!
Where the world feasts
and
I remain starving for days…

wish I was a possession of a proud kitchen
decked with sumptuous dishes to succor
for then, 
I would not have been so vindictive
cursing my owner,
the famished being …

I AM POVERTY


I, poverty, thy destitute figure of humanity,
In rags and mud , I am strewn,
Crushed by offsprings of  supremacy
An illegitimate child of power , Iam,
littered ,cluttered , scattered
The bitter truth of the world,
I, poverty, the homeless progeny…
… of the created hypocrisy…
Broods who in thousands ,
agonize in vacillating hearts…
never fathered by the dominions
although I am stripped and denied my part,
dither none, the authority stands unfretted,
I die and get buried
in the human carcasses…
to appear again in another misery
I, poverty, indigent is my form!

THE COMMON MAN !


What made the common man suffer in the fight for survival?
What made him so vulnerable against the pitiable condition?
Who tied his hands behind ,with strings of unfaithful symptoms?
Forgetting the core of humanity ,what makes him shed his dead skin?
 
The political vendetta is blame game of irrationalism
Have you ever watched the chameleon with different colours?
 
Beside the scene, sits the common man quietly
When shall his inner voice scream for justification…?
 
Shall a crusade ever start
within the hard core shell of man
wears who the mask of public, politician, official or lawmaker
 Of different genres , of different dispositions
 Tis the mankind which suffers…
offspring of whom we are …
lost,stranded and
 forgotten.
 
 
 
 
 

Nature around us !


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The myriad colours of these smiling flowers

are an inspiration to the dreary routine of human life.

“A BUD ” from “Suroor of the Soul”


Dear readers,

Here is an audio visual treat from the creators of “Suroor of the Soul” , me and Shaheen .

Nature with the eternal music and a verse in a soft voice is always a delight! Sharing with you the video  of “A BUD” from the pages of ” Suroor of the Soul”.

In written words I respire ,

&

in spoken I dance!

Autumn Song


in the rustling of tender leaves

I discover a mellifluous tune

which basks in the glory

of the shining sun…

beneath the shelter of

the lovely mulberry…

 

my ears hear the playful melodies

the noise of crickets

and some frogs playing near,

yet in their croaking voice I find

the melody of the enchanting nature…

 

the gushing flow of the brook near

flock of canaries swing

with butterflies swirling over

I celebrate the autumn song

of precious earth

in tiny sounds

that I hear!

 

photocredit:sms111.org

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