CLOUDS OF MEMORIES

The clouds have hovered in the sky of eyes,

by hovering these clouds of memories,

remembering old memories,

making us bliss by raining,

the hopes have become dust,

these are bringing rains of tears,

the sleep have flown away,

everywhere is lightning,

in the heart

WHERE IS PEACE

What heavy storms of hate,

blow out the lamps of civilization,

bullets are ruthlessly sprayed,

over innocent human beings,

who ooze blood with heart rendering cries,

skulls and skeletons of war hit men,

heave a sigh---- they were killed for no offence

where is peace-------

nowhere------

--- JUSTICE

Justice is an overwhelming point,

nobility takes wing and flies away,

human love and compassion are out of fashion,

man is ungarmented of humanity,

so humanity whines as sickly child,

peace is reduced to absolute zero,

in every nook and corner of the world,

what a reign of mischief and anarchy across the world,

that man jumps out of his skin

DISARMAMENT

Now man shakes in his shoes,

he does not fetch a sigh of joy,

grief is mirrored in his face,

his charm of life goes to the wind,

so unless men disarm themselves,

their rainbow dream of world peace,

will ever crumble to dust

BANYAN TREE

I went behind you,

to catch your finger,

to carry the burden of life,

the days rolled on,

these became years,

this became a banyan tree of memories,

it became thicker day by day,

but i don`t know i don`t feel,

its coldness ,

why have you changed,

why have you deserted me,

to sit alone on the bough

ROLL IN DUST

One day the steel melts,

how strong it is,

the mountains blow away,

how powerful the time is,

it makes lines,

on the beautiful faces,

only the skeleton remains,

all roll in the dust,

in the end

WAIT

Wait,

across the darkness,

on the distant road,

till the eyes became dim,

till the blast of sinews,

of mind,

till the lightning of the lamp,

wait,

till the destruction

of the universe

O! LORD KRISHNA

O! charming Krishna, we didn`t know,

so heartless today you would grow,

you have proved this fact to the hilt,

our world of love on sand was built,

tear open our hearts, in them see,

you are there completely,

if our deaths gladdens you,

we bow our heads ,

cut them off and go,

we swear by you,

we won`t have a sigh,

to make you happy,

we`ll gladly die

MERRYMENT IN NATURE

They hastened to the river,

whose waters surge and ripples shiver,

where fish swim ,tortoises play,

where ducks and cranes their feats display,

where gold lined frogs hop and croak,

with tilting heads where parrots talk,

silver-dotted snakes run and hiss,

in limpid waters to catch a fish,

while butterflies and grasshoppers,

fly in the sun , their wings glitter,

on green banks and glimmering sand,

lotus flowers , lilies , blooming , stand,

circle over them herons and kingfisher,

to watch their prey in blue water

SRIMAD BHAGVAD GITA

You are the beginning, the middle, the end,

the past, the present, the future and,

the outer, the inner and all essence,

of our lives , our existence,

the moment you go,

our lives will be dry,

like a stream in the summer,

and die

THE DEPARTURE OF SRI KRISHNA

With their hands , just out of love,

they adore him as God, as they know,

Krishna is incarnation of Vishnu,

they touch his feet with heavy hearts,

then cease to weep and thence depart,

Krishna asks the charioteer to drive and,

Akroor pulls the reigns and horses go,

snorting , and the bells which they wear,

round their necks , tinckle and glitter,

now wails and shrieks, screams and cries,

arise on earth and in the air and skies

FALSE ATTACHMENT

Our attachment all should fall away,

should we look at this world as unreal,

should we take His form as deceitful ?

if all these things are quite unreal,

if he too deceives, then who is real?

hasn`t He woven this multi-coloured,

alluring pattern of the world,

from beginning to end he lives in that,

yet He remains cut off from that,

this strange phenomena,

how he explains ?

in order to lessen our pains

ALLURING

If all these things are quite unreal,

if he deceives, then who is Real,

hasn`t he woven this multi coloured,

alluring pattern of the world,

from beginning to end he lives in that,

this strange phenomenon, how he explains,

in order to lessen our pains,

you, maydear Shyam, bodily depart,

you cannot go out of our heart