THE ZEAL

Off the world is my desire

Drooping under the Lilac tree

The last picture of ebony

Woodworms fighting for the final vacancy.

I could see rendezvous

People enjoying the scampi,

Playing the game which is quite onerous;

A nitwit is carrying on a drivel

In the street everyone looks at him

Soon gathers a horde

Still something is missing!

I could see a man in arsenal

Casting his weapon with a scowl on face

Knows that far in ravine Spartan's are approaching;

Brothers playing the backgammon

Taking each chance with full care

Wishing for others'luck go hard!

Forced to rebuke under the scar

Still something is missing!

I could see an ogre

Which should have been ebbed,

Ready to cause the holocaust;

There goes a man, to climb the mountain

Slowly & steadily he passes the half

Alas!He is in vertigo...

And still something is missing!

The Lilac showers over me 

Suddenly opened my eyes

Paving through the way 

Recalling what I have done all the day.

I see...

A dyke, though very weak

Holds the water acts as clique

The lion kept in an aviary

Always has an inferno in the heart

To go out & perform the free art.

And to my surprise

Now nothing is missing!

Reptilian Success

(This one I wrote during my class tenth session and hence has a very amateur flavour of poetry. So before reading leave the brain, just enjoy it and then try to extract some sense out of it!)

Down the isle

I still wait for the reptile.

The day started as the life does

Everything new full of strangeness

Someone remarked in a fuss

'Have to dwell in this wilderness'

Hurried through the fragile challenges

As if distorting the dew on leaves

Created no harm no worries

Was young moving like a furry.

Suddenly came across a brook

Tried to cross it, but failed

Had to search for the right spot to jump

As the croco does to kill the prey.

Crossed the brook, here comes the dense wood

Gathered some adrenalin to get through it

As expected met a bear in his hood

Keeping the sound of the ground;

The silence was to make myself calm

Leaving the hood, found the cave 

It was dark with black bats around

No hope, no sign,neither any alarm;

The mind said NO

But the heart said YES!

For the very first time,my heart won over the brain

And I came out through the rough terrain.

The soul and body united together

Could feel the essence of fresh air

Felt like waving the flag of victory

The distant isle was now looking like a twig of tree.

Here goes the warrior with his own mindset

Untempered by anyones' reamark

As he posesses his own closet 

Wavin' the fishes dodging the shark;

Reaches the isle

Searches for the reptile

Get onto one and another

And the number goes on!

But still

Down the isle

I still wait for another reptile!

THE NIGHT

When the Sun goes underneath the horizon

The cats run home,

The Lighthouses switch on,

And the darkness covers the dome

There comes the night!

A farmer returns from the farm

Doing all the hard work;

Wish to sleep in someone's arm,

Hurries with the meal, leaving behind the fork;

Has to combat mosquito and Hessian fly,

The moon acts as dim light,

There he lies under the sky,

Couldn't see a single flight;

And once again, comes the Night!

It's half past nine

The house is empty;

Oh! He is a friend of mine,

Exists the office gate, looks quite hefty.

Foreheads bear the line of tension,

Takes the dinner in restaurant;

Manages to buy the reddish brown solution,

To fade away the glimpses of morning taunt;

And this is how the Night comes on!

The dew is cold upon the ground,

The boy has ambition up to the brim,

He is a whirring sail going round,

Has to paddle fast through the rim;

"Tomorrow is exam" gets the remark,

Discards the shows and dinner from schedule,

Quickly started making the arc,

This night only he has to rule.

And finally comes the Night!

"My Prince! My Prince" is the sound

There's a baby in the town,

In the cradle, with toy's around,

Has slept all day, it's time to make the mother frown;

The moon requests him to sleep,

Big-black eyes look up with innocence,

Stubborn enough and continued to creep,

That night, even the star enjoyed- the tiny's presence!

But still,

Whosoever it is

The farmer, my friend, the boy or the baby;

Irrespective of the need, situation and relation

THE NIGHT came, without any fail

As a true companion;

Irrespective of the behaviour

THE NIGHT showed the endeavour,

We use it,

We waste it,

We shorten it, we make it large.

But still,

It makes

No complaint

No demand....

THE NIGHT!

HE THOUGHT IT..

The day was rainy....

He was new;

Needed some penny

But couldn't count a few;

He wished for the reals Fakes were plenty

So he went on....

to conquer them all.

It was not the end

Neither marked the start

The only thing was the: essence

Essence of likeness?

Eyes were in the same trend

Wished to remain there like a dart

But something was there, like a fence;

It was strangeness!

The time faded

And the strangeness too;

Now the eyes were familar

But the soul still apart.

He expressed

His thoughts flew

Here and there in the air,

Unfortunately it was dream's cart.

Always looked at her

Whenever got the chance,

Seeing her smile

His heart used to beat

Her touch was like feather,

The theme was romance,

Alone on the isle

No one to cheat;

The picture was new in calendar

But it was the same

He wanted to move further

Just needed her support;

her face was full of tender

There was nothing to blame

The boy was joker

In the love's circus and court;

Though he had a heart

Which used to beat seldom

Never wished to become master

As she liked his way;

Both were moving parallel on the chart

Their soul displayed welcome!

The day became EASTER

As the GOD fulfilled his pray......

He thought it from the heart

And it was always there!!!!!!!:)

MISSION-I,II,III

I don’t need any promotions The only thing I want is motion Not even de- motion Only the positive motion So the God is in big commotion That, what should be the solution To the topic of promotion Finally they gave me a notion It was basically a summation (of my deeds). At the end there was something to caution, it was That we have no option But to give you the Promotion So I have to accept this exception Of getting promotion Without being asked for any such elevation. I give you a suggestion, that Never ask for promotion, But for the opposition. This is such a good lotion Its application Hinders the ionisation Of your winning position. It is such a good portion Even small portion of this portion Makes you stand there till the last question; The question Not asked in an examination Not asked for the nation Even not for personification; But , asked by the God Do you want any promotion? II Remember , you have to wait till The last station You have to keep up the motivation Remove the think of cancellation And have to make a clarification Yes, I am there Waiting not for the last destination, But to see the new location. You have to do the determination, As if you have the reservation You have to get the attestation No need of elimination No need of substitution Don’t take it as chemical reaction Just take it as knowledge addition Whatever combination; But remember you have to wait till the last station. III You all will be having a question Why such a proclamation? This is just for progression, You have to control your aggression. After all, someone is eagerly doing the time calculation............. In the middle of decoration At the last station; Doing the final calibrations Is standing high your success In the clothes of promotion. You have done all the hard respiration, Now it’s time for celebration. But still ‘I don’t need any promotion’ Should be your only resolution. This is not contention But a way of dedication To your mission. Remember, Life is a mission Just make it successful. Then only you will be tagged “MISSION SUCCESSFUL” 

LEARNING THE ART

There I was sitting

Thinking the making of this world;

As if I was painting

The holy portrait;

Then I realized what I am doing.....

And spontaneously I left my place

Not in the fear......

But in amazement.

I went out to interact

Not with people

But with the nature

The realization was going on.........

I saw a crane flying....

Again thought of the world

And asked the nature

Is flying an art

Or the process

The reply was not there.....

I kept on moving

Came across a dog feeding her pups

The same question arose

What is it?

The mother was still silent and I too........

The moon came to adapting

The world was waking

But still, I was sleeping in the lap of nature

In dreams,

Full of ambition and desire......

Suddenly came the screaming

I wobbled in mah hood

I thought it was my dream

But to my surprise

Came out of mah hood

Started the rusty chores

A think came

It was the same

That haunted  last time

Is dreaming a process or an art?

Simultaneously the realisation was going on........

The sun was over mah head

It was the time to rest

Fragrance of mother hand baked delights engulfed my mind

Another imagination paved away all the delights

Cooking what a great art

But many think it as a process........

This marked the launch

It was heavy

It was impressive

It was intellectual

But at the end many categorised it as VaIN

Yes! You all might be guessing right

It was the argument

I ended with some haughty comments

For me the realisation was going on.........

The moon was aside and sun was preparing..

Remarked by dusk

Again something knocked

This time argument himself

Made me think for a while

Whether it is an art or process

Now it was on the brim

Something beyond this.....

Regarded as madness!

I decided

Tonight I am going to....

And the realisation was going on.......

The moon was at its best

I thought of asking

But felt shy......

Gathered some adrenal

Went out there alone

In the nature’s bounty

The beautiful shimmer

Was attracting me

But this time I was determined

As the realisation was on......

All of sudden

A wizardous breeze blew

It was Picturesque

She urged me to sit out there

It was strong

Not the breeze but the urge

Was mesmerized

Adamant earlier, gullible now;

There I was sitting

Thinking the making of this world

But this time realisation was not with me

Ah! Felt the pain for a while

The anguish of separation was there;

Thought a thought then,

On seeing the replica of moon down there

What an art for me,

Many say it as reflection: a process.

“Art is the mother of process”

At the death,

I realized that I was

Learning the Art!

To hear by heart.

Essence of realisation is still within me,

Because if you learn an art

It is immortal

Though you are mortal. 

Still I am,

Learning the art........