Category: inspiration

She lives nowhere

She lives nowhere
 neither in her own cage
 nor in open air
 homeless, shelterless she moves…
 seeking solace
 would the tranquil blue provide
 her some rest
 will the traveling clouds quench her thirst ageless,
 in the crowd, she gets lost
 her voice diminishing to nothingness
 where ‘s she now
 where is her abode 
 in the limitless sky
 she searches for her unique dwell.



ask the eyes that saw the black nights

of hunger

the only shelter, broken thatched

torn rag

and a sole shrouded cover.

ask the eyes

which witnessed death

while bloomed the buds

in innocence

toiled hands at work

to earn and fill one’s


ask the eyes

those which wept in loneliness

fought against the storms unseen

every bent, a new challenge

on every road

when hope was killed.

ask the eyes

which fear love

perhaps they think,

it vanishes

like the fragrance

of jasmine in air…

submerge they

in plateau of solitude

alone and bereft…

ask the eyes


forsaken abandoned,

neglected, ignored and abused

the grief of survival

in distress, sadness,

and despair,

failure ,devastation or

battles …

ask the eyes

who have ne’er got enough

of anything

what is your identity

what is your sect

what is your caste or creed

what’s the name of your faith?

what is comfort, luxury

what ‘s your goal next

what’s your favourite destination

which holiday you liked the best

the silent eyes

in disbelief

will utter

only truth

Flap the wings harder !

What’s next, cries the heart
which colour of sky shall
the eyes perceive,
 wrath of scarlet or
peaceful azure…?
flees the life of soul
faraway in the lap of hills,
in dense forests ,
lost in green…
where a ray of light cannot pierce
how would you find me,
here I hide
amidst the woods unknown,
better than
 lives seen…
In dark,I won’t shiver,
although the eeriness  will echo
crickets, bees, wild beasts
in their kingdom I roam.
none to rule, or proclaim
my clipped wings hurt in pain
years in the cage golden ,
stripped my strength
I wish to fly again…
Here I come
free I soar,
flap the wings harder , O soul!


Thee , the emperor of the cosmos,

one who reigns the galaxy,

The pristine nature


 on his glance…

whose tears flow on earth

 as sacred Ganges,

To thee! I salute,

 who visions the creation…


Soul of mine , thine art,

Thou colours have painted …

with the emblazoned emotions

…whence shimmers my heart…



I owe to Thou ,

the Supreme Lord ,

Craftsman of this existence

The Magnanimous artiste,

Every second, every moment,

Every joy,

that I have knoweth

Every tear,

every breath ,

 the ceaseless energy 

that keeps me dead or alive!!!!

diwali candles

Floweth like wind!

shone the glow of your face in shimmering sparkles
Ya !  I am stupefied, charmed
by the smile of your grandeur…
Floweth like wind,
who caressing the soft temple
my brows are jealous
whisked out quickly the
kiss between their splendor.

the penetrating feel of
the affection,
a simple peck
imprinted on wall of adoration.

oh! I melted in seconds
transformed the frigid nature
like fragments of dew,I
disperse and mingle
with the dancing breeze amateur.


“The Farmer”

Dim the hope , bleak appears the future
in every grain of the field’s harvest
rests the destiny of  poor .
while the ones who had
a silver spoon
hardly noticed the worth of a grain…
a morsel was all… for a day,
while the couple sleeps
 under the leaking roof
of the shelter 
with a noise of
roaring stomach
 in emptiness .
One who grows the crop
for millions
 whose stock
the children of everyone…
he has the glass
full of water
until the morning sun dawns
and he toils again till
his last measure.
The irony of life
 tonnes of food
 being thrown in spills  
as leftovers ,
in garbages,
while the farmer
remains famished .