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The touch of your baby hand on your lips The softer it can be The touch of your father's hand for blessings The soother it can be The hug of mother when you need The warmer it can be The bond of friends holding your hand The stronger it can be The merrymaking with your sisters The merrier it can be The support you get from your brother The firmer it can be The moment you spend with your husband The livelier it can be The life you spent with your family The priceless it can be....

Why can't we dream of the world at peace Where there is no war and all humanity .... Why we have the thirst of land And the hunger for power.... Why aren't we the big family.... With mixture of people living together happily... Why the demarcation of rich and poor The white and the black... The powerful and the less powerful..... We all are the one creator's son.... With the same senses and feelings... With the same behavioural traits.... We are divided by lands, Still with the same human bahaviour.... Why can't we think ourself as one.... Living together happily..... Why can't we dream of the world at peace And make the EARTH as better as it could be.....

I thought of writing on this topic 'You and  Me', just to highlight the differences between male and female which we all know. Its rightly said "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus".The two different race altogether coexist in this beautiful earth.They love and quarrel with each other, the reason: indifference in every aspect. A poem dedicated for the same: You and Me How different we look you see.... You are strong and we sophisticated.... How differently we are created... As, said Men are from Mars And Women from Venus.... We join hands on Earth Oh Jesus!! We are methodical...we are logical You are chaotic, irrational... You feel we are complicated.. Its just you are straightforward and we are subtle.... You and I are different... And we love that.... We are incomplete without each other... This way the God has created... To balance the world and nature.... To breed and flourish on Earth... Though we belong to two different world

You are happy To turn her down. She came to you For a relationship so divine. The chord of her marriage Was not so weak. Though ,you tried to twist And finally break. She hold the other end of chord So hard. To save it from Any harm. She changed herself To the extent. She herself can't recognize But you were hard as rock. She Compromised To the level her identity lost. But you didn't turn back To bind the breaking chord. She shunned herself From the society she lived. To be with you And for you forever. She still has a hope That you will change. You will be back To be with her once again....

I was a bud To bloom as a flower.. I was sophisticated As soft petal.. One day a stranger Crossed my way.. Trampled my face Threw petals away.. I was laid barren In the parched land.. What to say I was just ten.. He was known to family And was good.. But his filthy hands So crude.. His slanty eyes made me Shiver in horror.. Wanted to tell everyone But could not utter.. Unknown fear grip Inside me.. As he was the villain Who was set free.. I bear the torture Couldn't revolt Was Silent and Numb And body so cold... I never wanted the way First kiss to be.. I have a pleading question Why me???

I saw a store with  mannequins  With a new look everyday.. Sometimes ethnic, sometimes dandy Standing at bay. I feel,We human are like mannequin Everyday a new look ,a new recognition.. We run in fast pace aping others We forget our identity and lose conscience. When we look back and look at us We are not the same as past.. We are stranger for the people of past They are stranger for us. We have changed ourselves as mannequin Covered ourselves with a new attire.. Our identity lost, with the passing time Which carried clouds of change.

Women an epitome of love Born for love and to be loved but Disgraced, tortured everyday Born as a baby to live,enjoy Devastated by society so dry Born to be worshiped as Devi But trampled by the hands of devil In the era of Ram and Sita She was before every deity Before every lord goddess was named She was the epitome of prowess since then.... She is the creator chosen by lord, But why she is maligned by the creation of own.... She is not safe,no place is left Where she can safely breathe The world is moving towards the doom Where none is safe from base to tomb She is the victim of everyone As she looks so bleak and others have urge of lust But the  day will come When she will gain her older post She will rule the world And flutter the flag of Love & Power

No matter what goes wrong... No matter what I lost... If sun can smile behind the black clouds... Why can't I? No matter when life become treacherous And I am lonely... If a mountain stands lonely and tall... Through all those years Why can't I? No matter what obstructs my path.... And I leave all hope... If a river flows forever... Moulding its own way Why can't I? No matter who did wrong to me.. And who made me suffer all those years... If a tree can give fruits to all... And forgive who harms... Why can't I?

You know when I was born the auspicious day....which spread happiness. I was also happy...unlike the new born babies who cry.... I was free...I had dreams... And my dreams were not only mine...it was attached to millions... And I was happy...in hope of achieving great heights..... When I grew....responsibilities grew.... I jumped...I played...but under someone's surveillance That phase was good...I was disciplined... New rules were imposed...and I was inculcating those.... No worries, No sadness.. I was still happy..... When I became an adult..... Responsibilities were huge..... I was started being trampled by the rule breakers.... I was exhausted of my own resources.... I was starved...and compelled to bear the pain of my own children.... There was none to listen except me...... Now when I am old.... Resources have depleted.... My lips are parched and body like a deserted land.... The situation is grave.... My tears flow....and I just think... Its only m

The scars are fresh She is just wounded  Which can't be seen Felt deep inside The agony,of left alone... The bud just withered And dropped in no time The face looks barren Devoid of emotions The heart just beats  Mechanically... lifeless Lost the meaning of love No hope for revival She is the lonely dove With marks of forbidden love

He was bent Hands on head sadly pressed.. Tortured figure with Creased pale face.. Eyes hollow blank With no expressions... Trying to find himself In the lonely path... Heart sobbing As if trying to find lost emotions.. Legs weak trembling Unable to maintain the posture... His umpteen efforts in vain To tread his path... Lost his confidence In mid and the destination was far... Waiting for someone To guide him forward... To bring him back to his normal self... And finally he did himself.... Was able to achieve The destination he set... None came for help But the canary Who just learned to fly.... Gave him the lesson To try ,try and try... And I was happy to see Him smile,jostled around... Nothing changed But his state of mind.. He was inspired to move forward... I was watching him from far.. Now just thinking He really existed ? Or Was it just a mirage? Was it my self depiction? And was the canary people around Who inspired my way of life?

Poem #1 The lonely dark night was alive in her presence.... But her restless eyes were waiting For her beloved partner.. And there was eerie silence all over Poem #2 Twinkling eyes in rapt Silence Rested on those starry eyes murmured millions of unspoken words In hearts, And revealed through eyes... Poem #3 She was running.... Perfectly carved, A masterpiece Of a skillful hand. eye balls as black pebbles, rolling round. Her hands clinking Against leaves… Her Legs perched on the grass And the twigs smiled… The stars danced on the earth That Night !! She came close And froze my world Her touch so smooth Her eyes twinkling … She was speechless… Her  heart throbbing Gasping for Breath… Lips trembling… As she lie down In a silence all around.

When I was a child,I used to ask, Why you have Crisscross lines on your face Why you look so pale? Never understood then The struggle you went through To bring us up ,as a human. Wherever, we stand, Is the outcome Of your struggle and sacrifice. Never to forget the days When you sacrificed your food and sleep For us to study and become self worth. For every decisions You are the one to guide. To make us move forward Is your only motive. You are behind my every action And every motivation. Every success that I achieve Has smell of your devotion. You are stern but  sweet You are soft as cool breeze. I thank you for everything you do For us, which help us grow!!

Every New Year we make resolutions, but resolutions are meant to break. Instead we should take lessons from last year. These are my intakes from last year, which is just like other moral teaching, but in a true sense they smoothens our  life if kept in mind. As we all are human, and everything has a share in our life. Be it a bad or good. But these learnings keep us going in life. My Intake from last year Take the life as it comes, as many a times it doesn't work as planned. Always have the second option in mind, to fight with failure. There is always a way when you stop thinking that there any exists. And as it is rightly said: Lord opens one door if He shuts the other. Think of other happiness, your near dear ones and be happy, as directly or indirectly you might be the reason for it and if not become the reason of their happiness. That is the only accomplishment in life. When depressed cherish good memories of life. Never expect from anyone, do what satisfies your conscience. Ev