Language Of Awakening

 Poetry is a language of awakening,

Awakening the sense of regular darkening,

It involves you in it very quickly,

Like color in water very thinly and weekly,

Poetry has a sense of belief in it,

A belief that characterize like leaf of a tree retreat,

A belief that is hard, smell like a slow work,

That is revolving like a star around a galaxy like a political talk,

A belief about investigating a case by a surgeon,

Which in case  is a brain's devil region,

Life gives opportunity to everyone to threshold,

Not once, twice but many times in  hoard,

Which is hidden inside our own travelling &destiny glance,

Yes we need to glance our destiny by enlarging mirror,

Like in a marathon first we run slow than glance fast to be a winner.

जोकर

कभी जिंदगी संभल जाति है तो कभी बिखर जाती है,

ताश के पत्तो की घर की तरह कभी लाल है तो कभी काली कहर ढाती है।

ये ताश के पत्ते इक्के दुक्के भी है तो कभी बादशाह बेगम भी,

लेकिन आखिर में सबको जोकर ही बनना है जैसे की शरीर बेजान और खत्म भी।।

Out Of The Box

 The invention of Wright brothers was Flying Aircraft,

How they mechanised to build the dynamics and shape of that,

Thomas Alva Edition invented light emitting electric bulb,

Wonder what compeled him even to test his hair before tungsten evolved,

Galileo Galilie invented telescope that raise to stars world,

What made him to be such accurate mathematician, philosopher, inventor of all around,

These people are the blessings and gifts of nature who brought change,

Change often comes not because of elementary education but  experimental knowledge.

Source Code

 A dream light is foccussing on my bloggers dashboard,

The light reflects the whole life full of static as well as dynamic load,

The light also refract the instances from the development of digital life chord,

A digital life in todays world is making every information gathering easy hoard,

Now every one is James Bond telling secrets to other James Bond,

Information tecnology hoards like  life granules of Spirit of lord,

Who comprises in and composes every spirit sharp like a sword,

It install spirit in fraction by and large with a magic word,

Similarly human being have to install to gather information by source code.

तरंग

 एक तरह की तरंग है इस भीड़ के माहौल में,

एक तरह को जंग है एक उमड़े हुए ढंग में,

दुनिया कहती है जिसे इंसानियत, वो उड़ता है मखौल में,

एक तरह की रंग है इस दुनियादारी के बदरंग में,

तरंग वो नहीं जो बस चढ़ता जाए होशो हवास पर,

ये जमीन से  भी उतना ही जुड़ा होना चाहिए हर हाल में,

तरंग वो नहीं जो बस बढ़ता जाए मन उदास पर,

ये हर जगह रोजी रोटी की दौड़ में भगाती है साल दर साल में,

तरंग एक तरफा भी हो सकती है जन मानस के लिए,

इसके लिए चाहिए एकता, सहनसक्ति और वैश्विक समाधान (रिजॉल्व) हो,

एक समाधान जो बना दे हर आदमी के दृढनिश्चय के साहस के लिए,

तरंग ही है वो जो है एकाकार शून्य इस जन मानस में जो महान हो।।

Depicting Rainbow

 The yardstick of the world regarding media is awesome,

The media enjoys favouritism of the people without censor-ism,

 The life of media is like a deep sea of different organism,

One for reading, one for documenting, one for reporting & one for sensationalism.

Media actually is not mirror like most of the reel cum real life show,

It must be a transparent show realising the Truth presenting like a vow,

There are ways to ridicule non sensical which play a role also;

Of one of the many characters of the prism depicting rainbow.

Earth's Lungs Crucial

 The nature is in trouble,

We are in now not soluble,

In it in deep trouble bubble,

The magic of nature in fumble,

How come we are mending it,

But the requirement is not enough fit,

We should do changes, keeping aside benefits,

There must be nature first in devastating meet,

Nature is not just our survival,

It is nourishment, nurturing natural,

It is not just the human beneficial,

But also the earth's lungs crucial.

Like Bird And Feather

 The mighty dogs carrying a cart on the snow amid snowfall,

Their life is a real example of how true friend is animal,

Human being and animals have been friends togather teaching each other,

Complementing each other from immemorial time like bird and feather.

मातृभूमि

मातृभूमि की ये हवा एक इशारा है हिमालय जैसे ढाल की,

जो रोकती है बर्फीली हवा को जो होती है उत्तरी गोलार्ध की,

और भारत में प्रवेश कर बन जाती है कहीं मौसमी हवा,

जैसे की बसंत, ग्रीष्म, बरसात, और सरदिली हवा,

    मातृभूमि की ये नदिया हैं हिमालय की शान ,

    जहां पे श्रोत है इनकी जहां होते हैं इनके प्राण,

जीवनदायनी ये नदिया सहर गांव बसाती है जहां जाति है,

कहीं नहर बन धान उगाती हैं तो कहीं पे कपास उगाती है,

     फिर जा के समंदर में मिलते ही हो जाति हैं एक,

      सिखाती है सबको माया है सबको जो है अनेक,

मातृभूमि की ये मिट्टी ने हमेशा दिया हमको,

हमने ही प्रखर रूप से आभार न जताया इसको,

ये मिट्टी हमे देता है अनाज, पानी और कपड़े,

तो कभी देता है रेत जिस से बनता है घर-बसेरे।

Pattern & Architecture

 Patterns of nature in air are exquisite,

They belong to architectural arks meet,

Architecture and pattern are not two subjects,

They are the triggering source of nation building,

They infers infrastructure of a country, resolving,

And convert a paper into a sky scraper,

If patterns are the backbone of a resilient model,

Then archtecture is the tensile strength from the opposite nodal. 

Travelers Of Aakash

Science lives in our life like wheels,

Engaging us to travel on slope like deals,

It revolves like a tender moon ark,

Like a rocket launched in the dark,

Our senses tell us how to recognise things,

But our conscience tell us how to feel our wings,

It takes an arrangements of music to sing like king

But it finds a heart to recognise if it was felt to every human being,

Science helps in inventing science,

And the chain remain inventing  in advance,

Till someone give it a name and testimony,

Like ISRO's Mangalyan had have a beautiful destiny.

Magic Wand

 Wounds of life are deeper than sea,

Penetrated by the world fancy one could see,

Around the world there is Jupiter like ring,

Invisible theoretically atmosphere but floating wing,

Incense dark smoke burst from a mountain,

Like clouds touching the hill station but actually fountain,

Hierarchical branches of rain forest are adorable,

When seen from far soothing heart wounds like famous fable,

Grounded lightning disappears in a fraction of second,

Like all the anger of world could vanish if one is down to earth like magic wand.

 

रास्ता नही भटकता

 इंसान भटक जाते हैं,

रास्ता नहीं भटकता।

रास्ते मंजिल तक पहुंचते हैं,

इंसान रास्ते के मेले में है खो जाता।

नहीं है इंसान अब आसानी से मिलते,

भगवान तो जहां मानो वहां है मिलता।।

Hey God!

Hey God!What is this sadness all around,

Why don't you scrap this COVID found,

We are we shattered by this deadly disease,

Come fast and remove this wound tease;

Hey God!Why is still so much of miscommunication,

In understading vaccination is a great solution,

Which now or then, by far, one has to take it,

Be safe making your family safer, making society wearing mask safest.

Sound

 I found turn of the roses petals,

Reminded me of the curled metals,

Which were infra of all the Beatles,

Squared in the crossroad near the mountain motels,

The motels were the fantasy of fountains,

Of hot and cold mixed destinations of destinations,

Where Angels were ventured with mountains,

The mountains are tall and broad, ups and downs;

Thriving with the life inside the mountain with hustle,

How lives thrived of organisms in the caves whistles,

Like how fox neck like a meteor when yawning, dazzles,

Anyway the life triggered on the tip of mountain nozzles,

I walked all the mountain to gear up like rose petals round &round,

Like a planet moves thoroughly around,

Gazing stars witnessed the journey on the ground,

I think these are the time when one gets diplomatic voice & its sound.

Quite Lane

 A rail carrying the goods,

Stopped near the woods,

Belong to a station afar,

Plenty of plant filled with foods,

A lone river was passing by the train,

It was incessant rain, it was rain,

Train's driver ticking &rocking railway,

Live life path hard like city life quote lane.

कागज़ की कश्ती

 कहीं दूर जा कर रुक गई एक कभी न डूबने वाली कश्ती,

दूर जाने से रुक गई शायद जरूर कागज़ की होगी, सस्ती।

यूं ही दूर तक फैली हुई है ये गांव ये बस्ती,

तभी तो जितना दिया है ऊपरवाले ने उसी में खुश है हर एक हस्ती।।

The Fire Catching Hay!

 Birds of hopes always at par,

They sing a song of wandering star,

At the night of delusion of destiny,

It always remain dissolving at far,

Once the cage become their home,

Their tour finishes as curtain falls and zoom,

Wherever they have gone,triggering testimony of unity,

Unity costs, because they caught too easily in net while roam,

I remember the Bengali verse "ekela chalo re",

As most of such birds are stray,

That sometimes it is better to be alone battling,

Than to irreversibly fight it off with the huge of fire catching hay!  

Natural Bush As Paint Brush!

 My reward is the the whole world,

Just get globel my words which simply settled,

My demand is the distance I must travelled,

Is only that you read my traveling pen on paper curled,

Life gets thinking raw radical race,

When one get it in wrist closed with words in right or wrong place,

Life gets line of luck or science of future on hand with line trace, 

When one read it as a God's optimistic view to natural bush as paint brush more or less!

The Strong Breeze

A strong breeze just passes,

In the garden of moonlight flashes,

The cloudy trees wearing white dresses,

Of fog and snow equally graces.

A no U-turn in a road of  tradition,

Is the destiny of a rules made in heaven,

Actually the road made round back to origin.

All travelling with the road like a traditional caravan.

Ane one time breeze passes making a loop,

A loop made by the caravan like tradition hope,

A hope reconcile with the cognizance of God at the top,

Mast light milky light watering trees passes between like rope.

The Time Is Tall

 

The damp lamp lit up in the fraction of second,
The camp ramp dip down in the attraction of mind,
The life goal teaches us a different lesson of diversity,
Of the scincerety of the above and "who" is one before creativity,
The eternal question the one and the first among all questions,
The difficult reason of the before all and the reasons after all sections.

In the midst of all,
The time is tall,
It never ceases,
Always rises,
Like a wave,
In the latest cave,
Like a dew,
In a finest new,
Like a crew,
Of the destiny true,
Like stations,
With their additions,
In the midst of all,
The time is tall,
But "sometime" it is just "time",
And is small,
For the one which crawl,
For the one which diminish,
With time in whole,
The time is tall,
For the one who goal,
In the fraction of football,
For the name of game,
Like stars made on heaven,
Stars never teases,
Twinkling but never freezes,
It burn for all,
It cares for soul,
Soothing every night pals,
In the affairs of beautiful dolls,
In the midst of all,
Time is tall,
Time is in control,
It has no gravity fall,
It is always stalled,
When the matter is rolled,
In the carpet so mould,
In the whole world,
In the midst of all,
The time is tall,

The time is tall,

The time is tall.

Life Today With Internet

 Try to understand this to this life giving  internet and social media,

Fry passwords and keys on a screen on pan scrolling before encyclopaedia.  

When then sound waves vegies rises in amplifliers,

The printer expresses naan utterly, butterly,

Salad prepared from the fibre of fresh garden ram,

 The juicy fruits are crunchy as well as brunchy coming as fame.