IF I were...

If I were a rainbow
I would fill the world with joys of colours
If I were a sparkling brook
I would quench the thirst of weary travellers
If I were a misty cloud
I would breeze past the meadows to bless the dried fields
If I were a whispering prayer
I would go to god with a helpless plea
If I were a lost spirit
I would go in search of the golden truth
If I were a drop of water
I would wet the lips of a dying soul
If I were a ray of light
I would chase the darkness to give new hope
If I were a swift horse
I would neigh in symphony and gallop to freedom
If I were a mighty eagle
I would fly by high with wings of grace and fire
If I were a smoothing pebble
I would run to the rhythm of a flowing river
If I were a straw of hay
I would bask in the sun to burn when needed
If I were an angel
I would bless the world with loads of love
If I were a figment of imagination
I would settle in the wits of a bright child
If I were myself
I dream n dream but simply live my life

Unspoken Hostility

There was this dark night
So dark was the endless night
No comparison,
Not even to the strain most melancholy
So deep that nothing is left
Exception a morose remorse
The night goes on
So terrible in its endlessness
But goes on,
Awaiting the dawn
The only thing that drives is:
A golden ray of hope,
A hope so less in its truth-
A hope so impossible.
No compassion, no shell,
No strong shoulder now.
The only one that has ever been
Has broken the bond between
Will this night ever end?
And the darkness retreat?
Will the normality
Not seems such an absurdity?
So, I say a little prayer
A whisper, a plead, a cry to god
Help me through the endlessness
Guide me through the dark
Thank you for everything
Some thing worthwhile in life
Nevertheless, please fulfil my wish
Not now, at least in this lifetime
Hold my hand
And take me through unspoken hostility
Let the night end, darkness turn to light
And fulfil my needest need

The Spinning Top

There works a little girl
In a greasy, old teashop
With pain and grief in her heart
All she does is clean, serve and mop
On day break by the gate
She saw others and cursed her depressed fate
She saw children play
Play, play, and play
She saw children read
Read, read, and read
She eyed them and wept
Wept, wept, and wept
Cause all she does is work
Work, work and work
Then to play with a top she left her work
And got a slap and a push to get back to work
With tears overwhelming in her eyes
She looked at the top in her hand
And spun it to the ground as if spinning her life
To see it spin on the land
With tears now rolling down her cheek
She cursed herself for being so meek
But all she did was watch
Watch, watch, and watch
As the top spun round
Round, round, and round

A Kargil Hero

You put on wings of fire
And forgot the wings of desire.
You are a true patriot
And showed everyone India’s true portrait.

You’re Mother India’s perfect child
And your selfish desires are very mild.
You may take wing, you may sail,
You may march, but you never fail.

Army or Navy
Whatever it may be,
It may even be a flight
But you always fight.

I know you always fight
With your heart very light,
Even in the dark of the night
As you are a brave knight.

I just want to tell you,
Me and every Indian too,
That you are not alone
And we shall cheer in a faithful tone.

Mother India-the paradise
Is proud of you,
Dear Kargil hero
I dedicate this to you.

Colours of love

Live a life worthwhile
Working for a cause
You are born
You do not know why
God has made you special
You belong somewhere
A creation you are
For a reason – you knew not
Live your life and live it up
And watch the colors of love
Fluttering in the wind
High above all else in the world
Nourish the love of your life
With green pastures of prosperity
Blanket them with the snow-white clouds
Where your scientific thoughts help it grow
Top it up with the jewel in the crown
By washing it with your sacrificial blood
Coz all your love is stored in it
Which runs in your every vein
The mortals we are, have an end you see
No regrets for a life lived to the fullest

You were born you knew not why
You have lived a life worthwhile
Let the end not just be an end
Let it be a start – a ray of encouragement
Let your death be a new beginning
For a life that is to be after you
Let you die knowing you died
With your blood on the fluttering wing
Fluttering on top of the world
So saying you shall die
With your body returning to your mother

“India I am yours – a part of what you are.”