Three generations have faced pandemic:

Three generations have faced pandemic:

Our parents during last part of their lives,

We during later part of our lives,

Our children during initial part of their lives.

Three generations have faced pandemic:

Some have fought till the last breath,

And the rest are fighting with the remaining breath.

Three generations have faced pandemic:

The world has never been the same before,

The world is never the same now,

The world will never be the same after

Three generations have faced pandemic.

HOW COULD I HAVE DREAMED YOU?

How could I have dreamed you?
I do not know you.
But you were there
I can feel you even now
You smiled while I was there
I can feel you even now
How could I have dreamed you?
I do not know you.

My eyes are open now
Your face is gone
It is all black now
Where have you gone?
How could I have dreamed you?
I do not know you.
But I embraced you
I can feel the warmth in my heart
So much I now miss you
There is the warmth in my heart
How could I have dreamed you?
I do not know you.

If You Wish For Something

If you wish for something,
You strive to gain it,
Or fail to win it;
If you gain,
There is no pain;
But if you fail,
There is no tale.

If you dream something,
You chase it,
Or forget it;
If you chase,
The world will have a new face;
But if you forget,
There is something to regret.

IT IS MY ARENA

It is my arena –
My own arena,
It is where I live alone
And no soul is allowed
To breathe one
And no soul is allowed
To bother me,
To accompany me.
It is where I fight alone
And no soul can reach there
To foster me
And no soul can reach there
To guide me,
To support me.
It is where I am alone,
Fighting my fight there
To win my light, the perfect one
And a spirited soul is there
To treasure me,
To enchant me.
It is my arena –
My own arena.

Where Is My Star?

Where is that star
I want to see?
There are many
Shining as they should be
But where is mine?
Hidden behind the cloud
Or there is not one like that;
I shout aloud
Where is my star?
As lovely as a dream,
As true as a reality,
And as rich as the cream;
Will it ever shine in my sky?
From the depth of the darkness
Will it fight its battle
And come out victorious into the brightness.

IT IS ALWAYS THERE

A seed is sown,

It has lots of creation inside;

So what is in this world outside?

What can restrain it destined to be grown?

It may not be noted;

But it is always there

Changing every time there

Fighting and living unknown;

Come storm, come rain,

Boldly it has faced a lot,

Wildly it has changed a lot,

Grown big, so is its pain,

So wide is its shade

And wider goes its perfume,

Not so much to make a soul presume

A creation is perfectly made.

Unknown, unloved and unadorned,

Unsung the creation has its destruction inside

So what is in this world outside?

What can restrain it now destined to be destroyed?

It may not be noted

But it is always there

Changing every time there

Fighting and dying unknown;

Come storm, come rain,

Disintegrate each and every piece,

Cremate each and every piece,

There is nothing now to gain,

Gone forever is the shade,

Gone forever is the perfume,

Gone so far away to make a soul presume

There has never been a creation perfectly made.



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THE PEACE OF MY MIND

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With my mind’s fecundity
I create to extol your beauty
Which is the peace of my mind:
Those mountains which bring in
A cooling wind to fight the warmth
On this earth, around this mind;
 Those rivers which keep in
The low absorbing waves to quell the flame
Upon this earth, for this mind;
Those flowers which give in
A sweet fragrance to diffuse the life
Around this earth, by this mind;
Those birds which arise in
A fighting hope to touch the sky
Above this earth, with this mind;
And those smiles which live in
A brave heart to face the darkness
Behind this earth, near this mind –
They all go on breathing in
In this life to protect against any harm
On this earth, in this mind.

YOU

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I saw you,

When I did not want to see you,

I was looking somewhere;

I only turned

And got you there,

I did not hear you,

I did not feel you,

But I saw you,

When I did not want to see you.

I was thinking

I only turned

And got you walking,

You turned me restless;

For I can not see you,

When I want to see you.

On the Pavement He Lay

Died without issue,
He had nothing to issue.
On the pavement he lay,
The dust and rubbish beside lay.
Nobody around cared for him,
Days and nights were same for him.
Flies uncountable sat on the body,
But the soul retired from the body.
The dead seemed still to moan,
Nobody was there to listen to the moan.
His heart might have been love's mountain,
No mountaineer had climbed the mountain.

Died without a tear,
No soul was there to shed a tear.
Souls kind-hearted donated wealth,
What would the dead do with the wealth?
Foul smell pierced the air,
Polluted the fresh air.
Left no option but to touch the body,
Like anything the fire swallowed the body.
The dead seemed still to moan,
But there was nobody to listen to the moan.
His heart might have been love's mountain,
Yet no mountaineer had climbed the mountain.

Give me…..

Give me the land
That can harmonize with me,
Give me the land
That can accept me,
At least, give me the land
That will cremate me.

Give me the sky
That can rain with me,
Give me the sky
That can encourage me,
At least, give me the sky
That will shelter me.

Give me the dream
That can stay with me,
Give me the dream
That can strengthen me,
At least, give me the dream
That will fulfill me.

Give me the life
That can ascend with me,
Give me the life
That can crown me,
At least, give me the life
That will liberate me.

In The Beaming Face of Nature

The lightning, in my mind,
In a lone body,
With a remarkable past behind,
And in front a future cloudy,
Flashes far across the path
Between the past and the future
To take a bath
In the beaming face of Nature;
Then the thunder, of my kind,
In a cool body,
With a remarkable find
And a surprising study
Roars all over
Between the heaven and the earth
To give birth to an hour
To rise above Death and Birth.