Saving

I had a piggy bank,
that stood on the shelf.

Was being fed with,
the coins I saved myself.

Oneday my money,
got jam packed inside.

On seeing an year's saving,
my chest inflated in pride.

I still save these days,
but not anymore in piggy.

From the day I realised,
the ' Time value of money"

I opened an account in SBI,
with the amount I saved.

Then I felt like a grown up,
from young and naive.

Morning scene

Leaves were shining with morning dew,
the sky looked something new,

The Sun was there red and low,
gradually turning bright yellow.

Looked like an aura behing the hill.
over it birds fled with zeal.

Gradually I got glued to the scene.
Until the road got filled with din.

Dream land

Think of world sans any country,
I am sure we can.

Where love will be the only religion,
and man will care for man.

Where earth will be common nation,
and sky will be common roof.

Where dove will always inspire us,
and nationality will need no proof.

Where caste and creed will be laughed out loud,
all will stride holding each other's hand.

So what are we waiting for?
Let's make this world a dream land.

Childhood summer

At last over,
my exam days,
Piles of books,
are now garbage,

Picked up the bat,
and headed for lane.
Hit sixer,
and broke window pane.

Late in the afternoon,
I looked at trees,
Holding the kite,
waited for breeze.

Rice water and mangoes,
was must for noon,
Night was spent,
sleeping under the moon.

Childhood summer,
was naughty but sweet.
Those unforgettable days,
I just cherish it.

Railway journey

Speeding forward on parallel tracks,
shaking bogies to and fro,

Talkative aunties and dozing uncles,
all packed in a row.

The soothing breeze blowing from window,
lulled me to sleep.

But crying babies make,
it a sleepless trip.

One night at river bank

An absolute stillness and so quiet,
clear blue sky with twinkling light.

The moon resting on placid water,
nothing else could calm me better,

River was crowned with dark hills,
So picturesque that I was chilled.

Upon wet sand I sank my feet,
Felt afternoon's warmth through it.

So enchanting it soaked my gloom,
my exhausted soul started to bloom.

First downpour

A greyish cloud from southern sky,
halted over hill and poured out rain.

It was now raining cats and dogs,
water droplets tattoed my window pane.

Frogs leaped merrily and croaked,
Paperboats danced on spluttering drains.

Grasses now looked fresh and green,
The pond nearby started to swell.

Slowly the cloud moved away,
with flashes of lighting and thundering aloud.

The Sun-ray started kissing the earth,
and a rainbow was seen kissing a cloud.

Lessons from a rose

From the softness of petals,
I experience humbleness.

From the scent of the flower,
I learn selflessness.

From the thorn that it bears,
I learn to be protective.

With the freshness that it glows,
I learn to be active.

Honey the it stores in nectar,
teach me to be charming and sweet.

I learn to be friendly and cheerful,
from the way it warmly greets.

Gloomy day

I am so sad today, just awfully sad,
I dont know how long, it is driving me mad.

I find it so difficult to smile,
and to calm my mind for a while.

Just feeling like breathing fire,
and body wrapped in barbed wire.

My face looks like faded flower,
feeling blue at this hour.

I am trying to be happy again,
But all my efforts goes in vain.

Small advice

This world is quite entralling,
thanks O God for ending me here.

There is happiness on my way,
yet a lot of pain to bear.

Fill your lung with fresh air,
dont smoke to pollute it.

Eat something healthy and solid,
try to be active and fit.

Good books are your best friends,
have an open and positive mind.

Life is beautiful, God is with us,
move forward, don't look behind.

Sounds

Place your hands on your chest,
you will feel your pounding heart.

In a village on a fine evening,
you are sure to hear creaking of carts.

Take a stride around jogger's park,
Chriping of birds will strike your ears.

In the garden of your backyard,
Humming sound you are sure to hear.

In hot afternoon from a mango tree,
song of Bulbul will calm your mind.

A deaf ear will miss this beauty,
but it is the world for ears of a blind.

Last day of a rose

After a restful night,
the rays of Sun woke me up,

I opened my petals to see,
grass beneath me and sky atop.

I love the gardener,
who met me first.

He fondled me,
and quenched my thirst.

The the Sun,
shone more bright,

It gave myself,
a beautiful sight.

I hate the florist,
who plucked me up,

I was then tied with cousins,
and sold at shop.

West ward wind

Where are you going, O westward wind?
Blowing such a soothing breeze!

You keep switching from storm to wind,
in long winters you make us freeze.

You make sail the clouds on sky,
You shake up the twigs of trees,

Upon your heart, you let birds fly,
Your soothing wind makes me feel so free,

How you toss kites so high?
And in fields you make such waves?

Where is your home and what is your age?
When are you going to end your voyage?