Winged desires...

Air, water, food, clothing and shelter are the five basic necessities of man. Everything else is a luxury .Does that really hold true? .And even if that does, how many are able to secure all of it in a right measure .This has caused an unfathomable economic divide between the rich and the poor. The rich get richer and the poor even poorer. The middle class is caught in middle; neither does it have a lump sum bank balance to fall back upon nor does it have the recklessness to shove away responsibilities. In such a situation ‘Education’ is the only commodity he can rely upon. The Indian middle class estimated to be a 300 million people, and each one striving for a decent living; the competition gets even worse. Every Tom, Dick and Harry obtains a degree and then sets out in search of a job. If this had been the scenario a few decades back, a degree meant a big thing. Getting a job to satisfy one’s needs was even easier. But nowadays, with increasing standard of education. Demands have i...

I can’t ask thou for help oh God, I simply can’t. Because, I know thou blesseth only efforts Where mine art meager? The answer beholds eternity alone. My heart is so strong, tough like a rock, Are dead all its feelings Are killed all its desires by the start of the clock. I can’t cry out my troubles, nor console my fears; For there are those, who by my single tear are disheartened, Or those whose notoriety doth enfeeble my life, and my being, And whose mirth calls it ‘compete’! A friend that was parted long back, Whose touch, whose presence seems like a mirage yonder hills, Beyond the skies. Floats over eyes, along days and twilights. But disappear like mist, As in myths did goddesses or as did dreams When day lights. If life is so, what different could death be? May be that meant rest, may be that meant peace Peace for now and forever Peace for thine heart, and for thy kin A sullen silence that healeth all pain All’s silent, but then just one question thrives. “Was the purpose of ...

As years rolleth into months, as did days to hours; as blossoms swirled with the wind into another world at bay. Every dying man to his God, just one thing say. God just one more moment yet another hour a single more breath. give my hand a little more heat. That he may bid adieu Before disappearing into the blue The final Good-Bye. the last glimpse of each eager eye. The games he played, the friends he made. the penny he stole, the lie he spoke the lashes he bore. The subjects he studied, the notes he copied. girls he teased the one he finally married. Father to the children he had been, his own childhood in them he had seen. The Mary of his life,his love ,his wife, For whom he earned ,money all his life. To give her love, now to her needs serve. He asks his God Oh God,just one more....... .....the last chance one single time.....

Life's nothing ...but all a season of diwali chill at dusk and chill at dawn All shimmer and quiver adorn the dark when doth day-start,day-end The childish twinkles of a sparkler the explosion of ever-flowing youth the agile colours of fantasy; the serene luminiscence of diyas age-old the message they carry,the truth they behold, The sweet crisp of relationships the exchange of love the bondings that brotherhood cove. Life's nothing ...but all a season of diwali; comes with grandeur,goes with pomp Leaves behind sullen silence reminiscent memories dense.

D Doth skin maketh a poem? or does content do true. why do we caress macaws and flamingoes why not crows and sparrows? the treacherous ghazni, stole gold long old; A thirty and four times......still little did we realise A street painter could paint more sense than did pounds and guineas worth. what did not do rand or simon did a bare Gandhi what couldn't do battalions of forces, did a mere lathi Why do the Bible and the others atop the rest? said a local swami...........because the Geeta maketh the rest

I saw today two sparrows communicate they vented sorrow, they let out grief; T hey vented all that mutilate relief They broke all silence and made way through Nor through the woods nay the cannabis They sounded their hearts they sounded their souls They parlez love,they parlez trust they parlez sympathy that neutralise all apathy. We unlike them, Relations in silence hem. We nuture love we caress mate What diverge it takes,is that we don't communicate.........

Every person was born on the earth with a specific purpose,a motive the almighty wants to fulfill through our agency. Though it may seem hypothetical,but its true that an individual pays for his sins,that he is proposed to have commited in his past life. The very fact that an individual is born as a human gives us the indication of the lord's will to allow us to make up for our sins or probably reward us for our goods deeds!God alone knows what he has in store for us. whether you are ready or not,someday it will all come to an end.There will be no more sunrise,no minutes ,hours or days.All the things you collected whether treasuredor forgotten,will pass to someone else. Your wealth fame and power will seem irrelevant.It will not matter what you owned.Your grudges,frustations,plans & to-do list will expire.The wins & losses that seemed so important will fade away.Ultimately,it won't matter where you came from or on what side of the tracks you tread.It won't matter wh...