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A Tale of Tears

Tired of talking too much
I wish to rest my rhymes.
Now is time to give ears
To your titanic tale of tears.
The heart that was under constraint
Needs to be unburdened.
My grief-stricken lap waits for 
Your grieving grievances.
You, the only speaker and I, a patient listener,
Numb but nod at your each nuance.
Let my heart beat for last
To eternalise our momentary meeting,
I with my muteness
And you with your long-awaited lyrics.
Dew drops fall from your dark eyes
Moistening your rose petaled lips
That sometimes part in a smile.
I, a tragedian of your tale,
A respondent to your reactions
With a heavy heart wipe my wet eyelashes.
Like a pair of love birds 
We look lovingly at each other,
Pine over the pains of the past
And fear of the fruitless future.
Little choice we are left with
But to flow like two rivers
Yearning to meet but to end in the ocean,
Our destination, mingling together.

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The Real Hero

I, being a young girl, am going to enter the world
That sometimes fills my mind with a strange fear.
Not know the way to look for a gay
Who will stand by me and will say,
“Don’t fear, oh dear, I am here”.
The man, who will be,‘MY REAL HERO’, the one
Who will fight for me against all the bad element
The thought of which disturbs my mind.
The one who won’t desert me
Nor hurt me, the one, 
Who will find his joy in my smile,
And be filled with sorrow 
If he finds any tears in my eyes. 
Can there exist any such man in this ugly world, 
Where men look for a chance to do a romance
With no real feelings of love,
No willingness to sacrifice 
That a truly real love demands?
Can he be one among the many male companions in my class,
Or should I wait for the time
When he will shock me 
With his sudden entrance in my life?
I close my eyes to imagine
How my real hero looks like with all his passion.
What I see, the figure that appears
Is that of my ‘Papa’, the very first man in my life. 
As the image becomes clearer
A broad smile on my face appears
And my eyes become wet with tears.
It seems as if I have become wiser than my age
And known how to write on the book of my life the next page.
Oh! Dear Papa! How foolish I was for having such a thought!
No other Hero can there be in my life except you-you being the ‘REAL HERO’.
Why should I have any worry since you are always with me
As you have been since I came into this world and will always be.
I know my second man will be a xerox copy of you,
My Life Partner, whom you will choose for me.

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The Bird

Following the stupefying sensation of my heart
I take a long and high flight
With the wings of self-deception.
Having some kind of foolhardiness,
I fly in search of green fields
Leaving behind the dreary desert
To sing sweet songs of life.
The warnings of my Prudence,
To stay with my other mates, go unheeded.
The green fields once
Where I yearn to reach
Turn into the burning flames
With deadly smoke
That chokes my throat
And darkens my vision.
And  I, no more able to fly,
Fall into the lap of disillusionment.
Wings are fully burnt
And burnt I am from within.
Sobbing at the impulsiveness-my Achilles’ heel-
With a sigh, waiting for the last breath,
I close my eyes.

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The Temple

Is only a temple a place of worship,
a place where all believe
that God does live
to bestow on man an internal peace
with heaven under an idol's feet?

Very rarely do I visit any temple
as the place of worship
where I work as a priest
along with my other mates
and most gladly reach
well in time to preach
the sermons of life
to the citizens of the future
and spend six hours of the day
enjoying my worship,
is a temple, in the real sense, to me.

The temple of learning-
the holiest place on the earth it is
where we stick as bees to the hive
under the governance of a Queen Bee
with honey always on her tongue
to sweeten the Ears
who luckily chance to pass by.

The temple where worship is an honest labor,
nobler than any other
to work with the human soul,
to usher the right path leading to the goal,
to light the darkest corners of the mind,
to make the Future free to be kind
consistently growing day by day
and also the growth of self by degrees,
whether in the sun or under the shade.

The happiest hours of the day
found in the compound of my temple,
a place where I believe 
that my God does live
to bestow on my disturbed mind an internal peace
not ever received from under any idol's feet.

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Who Are You

You too have young ones
to sweeten your ears
by their melodious chant “dear mom or dad”.
Does it gratify your supreme authority 
to see them go without food for a day or two
before you spend to meet their needs?
Does your heart only melt
when they stand with their hands closed together
or knelt down at your feet?
No, you will say, “It’s all theirs what we have”.
Your heart pains to see them in pain 
beyond the shadow of a doubt.
Then why you go on a hunger strike
to make God submit to your demands?
The philosophy of fasting
is good for health,
calls upon to self-discipline
and frees from bodily dependencies.
But the Father of all souls
urges his sweet children
to renounce their vices
and not a constant balanced diet.
Are you a beggar
standing before an idol
with your endless worldly desires
or a blissful soul, His sweetest child,
an heir to all His treasures, His love and powers?

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Where There Is Love

As I returned home tired of the day's work, 
my son, with a greeting smile, came running to me. 
As usual, I kissed him and said, "I love you, my son". 
"What is love, Papa?" quite innocently he asked. 
Giving him a chocolate, I simply said, 
"This is my love for you". 
The innocent question stirred my soul 
and all my thoughts fell on the 'simple' word 'LOVE', 
"What is love? Where is love?" 
Love is there, I thought, in our care 
that we give to our kids and in our desire 
to see them grow before our eyes. 
Love is seen in the heart of a mother 
who has to part her children from her 
and send them to distant lands 
to win the race of life. 
Love is seen in the worries of a wife 
who waits for the safe return of her husband. 
Love is there in a true friend 
who works as an inspiration, 
stands by in all thick and thin 
and shares all joys and sorrows. 
Love is seen, by a lover, in the beginning 
of a smile-love-a composition of 
 a single soul living in two bodies. 
So pleased I felt to imagine 
that love is everywhere 
and 'all is well with the world'.
Relaxing on my chair, I picked the newspaper
with a desire to know something good of the world.   
As I went on reading, my newly-formed assumptions
about love, life, and the world began to shatter.
What I read-
four cases of robbery,
two cases of murder,
three cases of relations breaking,
four cases of eve-teasing,
two cases of rape,
one case of acid throwing,
youth indulged in drug addiction,
many cases of corruption,
some cases of manipulation,
hoarding and black-marketing,
dirty game of politics,
unions going on strikes,
people fighting for religions,
word war among states and nations
and 'much ado about nothing'.
I threw the paper with a heavy heart
and again asked myself, "Where is love?"
The sudden entrance of my son
broke the stream of my thought.
I caught him in my arms and kissed.
"How can flowers be grown on a volcano?" were only my thoughts
and two pearls from my eyes fell on the head of my son.
Then the 'Preacher of Peace' came into my vision
who proclaimed, "Where there is love, there is life".

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O Dear Death

O Death! All of a sudden you come
To possess your dear one.
A true beloved you are
Who never betray, delay and say
A single word of complaint.
Your loving looks fall on the body
Leaving the soul unstained.

What to do with this life,
If Beauty fails to stir the soul,
The mind moves not to imagine,
The imagination ceases to find words,
The words hurt a humane heart,
The heart harbours any  hatred,
And myself left on the mercy of mortals?

Such a lifeless body, O dear Death,
I would offer you to take away.

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So Much Stunned

So much stunned at man's alienation 
even in the man-made world.
Stunned at the human folly to lust for relations
carrying the signboard "Strictly Prohibited".
Wisdom nullified at the foolish acts
and relationships ruined by the misunderstandings
and egocentric behavior.
Consistent silence not willing to bear any interference of words;
still personal secrets roar in public.
Virginity tarnished by the compelling circumstances.
Mankind dehumanized by the hectic activity
and illusions shatter in face of grim reality.
The very inspiration results in dissuasion
and the Quality crushed under the heavy feet of Affectation.
So much stunned at the talent gone wasted for so many years
as man gets trapped in the wheel of existence killing all soft feelings.

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Pain and Relief

Patience, not disturbed by words,
works wonder
to hide the unrelieved pain
of a guilty conscience 
remaining the overburdened broken heart 
untouched by an unwanted peep 
into the turbulent mind
and the skeleton
thrown to its ultimate destination
where Peace serves the dried eyes
a perpetual relief
that the soul always looked for
to grow the flower of life.

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The Pilgrimage of Remembrance

They foolishly spend time and money 
on the pilgrimages 
deeming that Father will fill their aprons
with precious pearls.

Basket of sins on their heads 
still overflows,
and a pious life
is rarely loved.

The 'sacred’ water of the Ganga 
merely washes
the decaying bodies 
of impure souls.

No relation with Him,
no connection with Him;
their pilgrimages go on
half the cycle.

What do they gain
by the journey of bodies
when the mind is left
in worldly worries?

His real children
living in the temple of body
reach Sweet Home
in the fraction of a second.

Their journey is 
the spiritual journey,
journey of the mind, 
the pilgrimage of remembrance.