This is the voice of the last mughal of INDIA

'ya mujhe afsree' shahna banayaa hota
ya mera taj gadana banaya hota,

aapna deewana banayaa mujhee hota tunee
kyon, khuirdmand banaya na banaya hota

khaksaree ke liye garha banaya tha mujhee
kaash kakhee dare jana na banaya hota.'

roz mamura duniya main kharabee hai zafar
aisee baste ko toh veeranaa banaya hota'.

A life too ordinary

he walks across the big wide road
of the city where he came for better life.
the road is empty no traffic,
thankfully no hustles crossing it today.
he thiks abt his son must be 6 now,
he thiks abt his wife, stops in his step
the warmth of her breath, he misses it the most
but today he is happy; he got his salary
now he can send it home, buy some cheap liquor
watch a movie with his friends,maybe telephone
even the traffic seems to be on his side nothing in site;
an easy way to his lodge today smiles,
no being scared of the snarling traffic
no being abused by the man in the car,
or being ridiculed by the boy on the bike
he takes, his first step happy as can be...
Vicky starts his bike
it would be his fifteenth time with mona today
none of his friends could do it once
and he was on the fifteenth circle of heaven
mona behind him bike on full speed,
eyes closed on such a lovely night
not a car, a dog, or a cow in sight
just one filthy looking man crossing the road
must be drunk the idiot, spoiling the city his kind
he honks the horn and speeds the bike
might have slowed down for a dog
and so it happens the great collission
vicky checks mona sends her home.
he then checks the damage to his bike
then he sees himself mobbed
next he knows he is in jail
must he call his dad?? wht would he say abt mona??
he thinks and thinks and calls his friend
a price is paid vicky is free he hugs his friend
the friend feels a sensation of pride and greatness
35000 a bit too much for the stupid man but ok....
as he lays on the road he sees his end
the smile he had abt the empty road
layed on it in 32 different shapes
maybe it is his time to die ..

POEMS I LOVE

for one of those moments..
Whenas in silks my julia goes by robert herrick

whenas in silks my julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
the liquefaction of her clothes.


Next, when i cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh me!

THINKING ABT YOU...
a prayer in your name
iam saying remembering you
today in my eyes
clouds of tears gather
the race against time is hard
or maybe it's the haven that i see
a prayer in ur name
iam saying remembering you.

poems i love

one of the very best poems to recite loudly to oneself, while making dinner in a cold cold night or while laying still in bright day light.. something to enjoy...

PALANQUIN BEARERS by sarojini naidu

Lightly, o lightly we bear her along,
she sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
she skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,
she floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream.
gaily o gaily, we glide and we sing,
we bear her along like a perl on a string.

softly o softly, we bear her along,
she hangs like a star in the dew of our song;
she springs like a beam on the brow of the tide,
she falls like a tear from the eyes of a bride,
lightly o lightly, we glide and we sing'
we bear her along like a perl on a string

river on the moon

iam just back
a littel tired from my outing
i have discovered something
i knew was there all along
now that i have actually found it
maybe i will be abel to stay a while long...