Why goodness?

Life and death ask not thy permission

Have a glimpse at your mission
How far fetched does it seem
A mere apparition or a dream

Crushed by infinite desires
Brushed by train like trails
Are you sure for tomorrow
And think of eliminating sorrow

Who knows how long is the route
Some care not, some play flute
Goodness is the only satisfactory shore
Where treasures rest the next door

Good intentions bear but fragrant flowers
And good actions add but silent showers
This world prospers by selfless souls
Who move on focused at goals

True is that invisible rose
Whose petals smile for eternity

Heroism

He was a hero
A hero who dreamt
Dreamt about his daughter's future
A future with silvery humility

People said teach her not
Dont teach a girl child
A female child doesn't wholly belong to family
The family is given to her later in life

He pitied the people, gave her wings
Her wings fluttered like peacock's feathers in rain
Rain it was when she learnt
Learnt as her wings grew in time

In time she shone like a pearl
A pearl she was and a girl
A girl who was meant to improve the world
The world scarce in goodness

Goodness multiplied through her actions
Actions bent on doing what's right
Rights are but equal
Equal for all mankind

Kindness was taught by her father
Her heroic father who dreamt
Dreamt about her education
Education that uplifted her

His sweat flowed, darkness disturbed
Disturbing times dissolved at his persistence
Persistent he was to let her succeed
Success craved by a brave father for her

She smiles now in silence, reading a poem in class
A class of her's, a bright young teacher
A teacher who believes in enriching tender minds
Young minds that deserve to dream

An Acid Attack

Her beauty disturbed a sick shadow

That dared to deform a creation
And burn humanity's sacredness
And degrade his own filthy self

The heinous moment melted her
Incessant pain scorched her heart
And she cried 'O Lord'
Amidst her afflictions, faceless
 
Poor foolish fellow failed
To destroy her vibrant soul
Her dreams were her possessions
Providing true beauty's knowledge
 
The fight was ferocious
And angels comforted the brokenness
The ache subsided, blots remained
And life was altered beyond recognition
 
What's vengeance or jealousy, but blindness
Hellfire comes closer through misdeeds
Why brutality shows itself in fiery form
And there's a place for baseness like scorn
 
An acid attacker, cowardice's victim
Is hell's future inhabitant
In vain who burns to burn
But her strong soul shall strive and survive

A Love Song

Don't ask me who am I

find yourself in my eyes
life wrapped you as a shiny surprise
Ruby like are your twinkling eyes
 
May distance become distant
And peace grow each instant
Stardust is sprinkled by your shine
At least someone is mine
 
Sky showers more drops
A thought stumbles and hops
You enter my mind's window like sun
And turn to moon as the day is done
 
Overwhelmed with a feeling obscure
May be your smile can cure
How long will the charm last let me know
For before too tender passion did flow
 
Is it a dream or reality tell me
For your face is blurred, a dream let it be
Ah yes my eyes have left the unfamiliar room
Yet roses outside the window are in bloom
 
Don't ask me who am I
Find yourself in my eyes
Scent of sand mesmerize my mind
Do come in reality, be kind

In the last semester

In school's first day

Rolled tears, shone fears,
In time I learnt to learn
And passed like clouds, the years.
 
From tenth things changed,
Future pathways looked strange
The roads turned like jalebis,
Softy got accustomed to change.
 
In twelfth the atmosphere eased,
As well as turned tense,
The heavy physics, chemistry books,
As pillows made sense.
 
All cages seemed to vanish,
After the last board exam,
New tiresome pursuits emerged,
Life's journey was partly calm.
 
College life, an interesting phenomenon,
Embraced like none before,
From first year kid to a third year chap
A gown of memories time wore.
 
As the last semester seeps away,
Heart's castle hums a tune,
This is the moment to cherish,
Go hand in hand with moon.
 
The last semester, like a scenery,
Is but a fluttering butterfly,
The days will disappear, in misty nights,
In old books will be trapped, the hues of sky.
 
Let laughter cease not,
And like pearls be tears hidden,
Go create memories with pure hearts,
In the last semester.
 
As it's about to end,
Wishes of peace are to be sent,
As roads are ready to diverge,
At future crazy ride's advent.
 
Schooling done with, end now the college days,
A childish wish to get away with studies,
Seems a tragicomedy, a bad joke
Now deeper is the craving for buddies.
 
We shall meet in dreams,
All beads passing through a thread
Reality is what, who knows,
Just move on, and smile instead.

The Interview Tales

As the stress exceeded for tomorrow’s route

The overwhelmed heart turned mute,

Words plunged into a paper white,

Next day’s interview thoughts bloomed at night.

The roads new welcomed with style,

Like a sly inhabitant’s smile,

Lone traveller went on chasing stars,

Via autos, buses and metro chariots.

Delhi was explored like never before,

‘Who are you’ kept knocking at mind’s door,

The questioning new faces of interviewers,

Some were familiar, some like intelligent TV viewers.

Oh that solitude, confinement to a dull room,

Frequent whispers of strangers, excitement, gloom,

Oh that nervousness of selection,

And carefulness for prevention of rejection.

The innocent autowallahs, cyclical running,

And sudden bliss of destination reaching,

The misunderstanding of Costa Coffee,

To Post Office and resultant laughter toffee.

The funny realization of having grown,

No silly pranks, but responsibility to own,

In a series of interviews, the world was seen,

Enriched with experiences, how precious the days have been. 

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…