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.