The Little Neighbourhood Child

There’s a neighbourhood child
Ever ready with train of queries
What’s this, what’s that?
Why this, why that?
Oft she comes and finding me reading
Spreads her blank pages
Of ‘how’ and ‘why’

She seeks to record
Some hidden treasures
Like a white dove
Pecking at tiny thoughts
Like a fire-fly
With fiery feathers
Her sense of wonder
Is like the blue ocean.

Just colours to cover
The naked sky
Just dew to wrap
The delicate flowers at dawn
She likes to chirp and twitter,
Or write with sketch-pens
She draws lines and strange shapes
Of some better world
She roams in dreams.

Can’t read yet but makes sounds
Repeats confidently the phrases heard
Pretends to be a bird
Sings songs with great intensity
Walks not but hops
As if an invisible spring
Is attached to her flowery slippers

She hasn’t yet seen school
Watches Doraemon with admiring eyes
With a tiny mouth wide open
And eyes unblinking
Tries to grasp some sense
And abundant mischiefs
Keep glittering on her face
Like a diamond necklace

Marriage celebrations attract her
Imitates secretly her mother
With lovely eyes wherever she looks
Love is born in hearts!
Her laughter is like the rustling of leaves
Or speedy turning of pages
Or a kite in flight

She’s like a baby sparrow
Getting ready for flight
Innocence is her beauty
And curiosity her wings
May the air be kind to her!
May her feathers be true friends!
May the Almighty Creator bestow upon her
Infinite reasons to smile…

A Woman’s Identity

The beasts keep murdering humanity,

Blame the victim’s clothes, poor vanity!

The cowards keep dancing to evil tunes,

Devastating the worldly abode into ruins.

Blame game since ages has been played well,

Innocents were tortured, veiled horrific farewell.

A woman ordained excessively,

Barriers, shackles do bind terribly.

‘Respect’ a word that must be taught,

Through iron rods, a war is to be fought.

The burnt hopes of better world shall rise with higher flames,

We shall strike and strike, to perfect our aims.

The darkness can’t be blamed for choosing the wrong way,

The illumined minds do find the right way.

A lesson, a lesson must be taught, to wild lions not in cage,

Sky shall be touched by our cries of freedom and rage.

A woman is society’s part as men, an equal deserver of respect,

Not a show-piece fit for home to be decked!

But to walk shoulder to shoulder with men,

Underneath her feet paradise lies!

A Piece of Paper

A piece of paper

Lying or flying

Or kept on the table

Feelings written

With heart’s ink

And simplicity’s color

After efforts

Like diving for pearls

Or striving for betterment

Or climbing the mountains

Given a chance

To be read

Someday

Preparation and all

For days to come

Innocence radiating

True hopes and peaceful thoughts

The dawn arrives

Sun rises gloriously

Racing against time

Missing duties

For inspirational beauties

In the act of recitation

Waited, wait, waiting

Some acid burning the heart

Ache within

Tears gushing forth

No time left for recitation

Betrayal, lie clouds

Raining shocks

The end

Sorry!

The paper lost

Fallen, broken in bits

Collected waste thrown away

To a wasteland

Dispersal

Silence

Broken-hearted

Yet hopes, not giving-up

Hopes immortal

Next paper ready

New day’s dreams

Thoughts again

Golden sunshine

Silvery moonlight

Forgotten pains

Till the last day

Devouring the fruits of life

And salad of sadness

And spice of shocks

Till the last breath

Immersed in goodness

Kindness befriended

Till the first meeting

With God

From the bed of grave to the bed of heaven

From darkness to light

A piece of paper

Of hopes and dreams.

Life’s Shades

Marks are chased,

Like a lion at its prey,

When we are but mortals,

Crafted from clay.

The hankering for success,

Exceeds all bounds,

When it’s but satisfaction,

Glowing in the eyes around.

Happiness is every wish,

How easily acquired,

Sharing few dates heartily,

Robe of charity attired.

Materialistic cravings lured,

Infinite weak warriors,

While noble riders went on,

To break ego barriers.

Some moved around in panic,

With evaporated hopes,

While His mercy is near,

With elevated hopes.

Befriending justice best act,

One sleeps soundly when fair,

Rights are for all and duties,

When the true faith dawns everywhere.

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Sorry, I’d prefer giving charities than extravagance

Oft brands aid in blooming arrogance

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Or the coolest gadgets

And become a smart man

Sorry, smartness can’t be purchased, as far as I know

And my old phone hasn’t given up yet

I’m not a crazy one lecturing here

But a voice lost in noise

That says no to magnetic advertisements

And the sorcery of creating the feeling of need

Gift me...

Gift me your friendship, affection and care,

Not articles and objects bought from somewhere.

Precious is gold but love is priceless,

Gift me the token of memories that are rare.

Gift me your smile, crescent, moon-like and rare,

Not thoughtful gaze or prolonged stare.

Fair faces are charming but beauty inhabits fair hearts,

Veiled dawn blushes, before the day starts.

Gift me new dreams of life’s journey, togetherness,

Not thousand promises of expected happiness.

Sweet is honey but love is sweeter,

In icy winters, provides the warmth of a heater.

Gift me your love, the most precious treasure,

Most worthy, beyond measure.

Life is short but when together spent,

Rain falls of bliss, with dewy scent.

Gift me nothing but silent words of trust,

Like in a sun ray glittering pieces of dust,

Death is inevitable but truth everlasting,

Gift me pure nature’s handmade green ring.

Aman anjaan sarhadoon se!

Aman anjan sarhadoon se,
Udey khushboo mazhaboon se,
Begairat deewarein fanah hoti hausloon se,
Dosti aur apnaiat ke meethe silsiloon se.

Aazad parinde udtey hain bin nakshoon k jaal se,
Lal lakiroon se bekhabar, na hote behaal se.
Wakt ka marham bhare saare zakhm aahista,
Nai shakhein barish ke bad muskurati aahista.

Ye kamzor zamini nishaan mitate chalein,
Ye galatfehmian gayab karate chalein,
Kyunki milna hai Khuda se ham mil kar chalein,
Ta umr paigam e insaniat pahuchakar, dunyavi mehfil se chalien.

Is zameen pe dastanbuy, hai vo hi sajata,
Har subah k aaine ko, hai vo hi chamkata.