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1. TO LORD
JAGANNATH
2. OM
3. GOD IS
INDEFINABLE.
4. PARDON US, O GOD!
5. GRATITUDE TO GOD
6. A TRUE TIE
7. WE ALL ARE THE DENIZENS OF ONE DIVINE
NATION.
8. RAKHI
9. A BLISSFUL
RIDE
10. DIVINE CRAZE
11. DIWALI
12. THE DIAGNOSIS
13. LEGACY VS CELIBACY
14. DO IDENTITIES REALLY MATTER?
15. THE
CONCEPT OF A NEW YEAR
16. TURN
TO MOTHER NATURE
17. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN ‘DAY AND NIGHT’
18. TO THE
SPRING
19. TO THE
SHIULI
20. TO THE
FLOWERS
21. TO THE
CUCKOO
22. TO THE
CROW
23. TO THE
LAKE
24. SOIL
25. RIVERS
26. NIGHT
27. A
SWELTERING EARLY SUMMER NOON
28. WHEN RAIN
COMES
29. RAIN, WHAT
ARE YOU?
30. THE RAIN
INTERVAL
31. RAINDROPS-
A BLESSING OR A CURSE?
32. TO THE
FIRST RAIN OF 2003
33. WHEN DESCENDS THE WINTER.....
34. TO THE NORTH WINDS!
35. TO
CORONA
36. LET'S
NOT LOOT OUR MOTHER EARTH ANY LONGER!
37. WHY
ARE ANIMALS CONSIDERED BETTER THAN THE HUMANS?
38. YES,
FANI WAS PARADOXICALLY THE BEST TEACHER EVER!
39. TREES'
REMINDER TO MEN!
40. THE
BEST SOLUTION
41. A TV VERSUS A BOOK
42. TIPS FOR
THEE TO BE TOP
43. FARE YOU
WELL
44. EXAMINATION
45. READ,
REMEMBER AND REVIVE
46. A WISH FOR
THEE
47. ADIEU
48. WHAT IS
GRAMMAR?
49. TO BOOKS:
MY REAL FRIENDS
50. THE SONG
OF A TEACHER
51. SOME TIPS
TO BE AN IDEAL TEACHER
52. A TRIBUTE
TO A TRUE TEACHER
53. THE SOLE ROLE OF EDUCATION
54. TRUE LOVE
55. LOVE
WITHOUT TRUST
56. MY LOVE!
YOUR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE
57. YES, MY
BETTER -HALF IS THE BEST.
58. MY LOVE! I
CAN GIFT YOU ONLY A HEART.
59. MY LOVE!
DON'T STAY AWAY FROM ME.
60. THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, MY ESHA.
TO LORD JAGGNNATH
Thou art in the light ascending vapours
In the life rendering waters
In the dancing waves of the Seas
In the mellow melodies of the bees!
Thou art in the bright blinks of the stars
In the mocking mystery of the Mars
In the serene face of the Moon
In the healing Beauties of the boon!
Thou art in the green vernal woods
In the soul sustaining foods
In the dulcet chirrups of the birds
In the imminent birth of the buds!
Thou art in the sweet aroma of the flowers
In the soothing sorcery of the showers
In the crimson, golden dawn of the day
In the immaculate, innocuous child’s say!
Thou art in the slushy shyness of the brides
In the victorious’ humble salutary strides
In the stainless, naive
smiles of the babes
In the flashy, fabulous feats of the braves.
Thou art in the immortal tombs of the Martyrs
In the self-charged human brain-cells’ starters,
In the honest silvery sweats of the toilers
In the just judgments of the loving rulers!
Thou art in the sincere prayers of Your devotees
In the gigantic solar systems and the tiniest peas
In the sublime, scintillating missions of the noble
Yes, behind every creation subtle and inscrutable!
OM
Oh! When one is
blessed with Divine Bliss,
There is no
room for any audacious and obnoxious vice!
No portentous
demons ever dare to trespass and storm
For, one is fully
fortified by the auspicious aura of ‘Om’!
Oh! Millions of
Universes dwell in the Omnipresent ‘Om’.
Unimaginable is
Its Panacean power; infinite Its continuum,
Within a second,
Its amazing magic can create millions
of stars
In an instant,
Its incredible miracle can turn sweetest the bitterest bars!
Oh! The healing
spell of ‘Om’ is past any mundane definition,
The magnanimous
showers of “Om’ can purge all sins to attain salvation!
So, let’s all
chant ‘Om’ with love, devotion and an unflinching faith
That we can transcend,
with ease, at length, the rigid orbs of birth and death!
GOD IS INDEFINABLE.
O’ God!
Thou art
invisible
Thy art is
inscrutable
Thy glory is
indescribable
Thy patience is
inexpressible
Thy beauty is
incomparable
Thy power is
incalculable
Thy strength is
infallible
Thy pain is
unbearable
Thy love is
unfathomable
Thy mercy is
unpurchasable
Thy bounty is
incredible
Thy erudition
is inconceivable
Thy eminence is
unattainable
Thy magnitude
is immeasurable
Thy horizon is
insurmountable
Thy bliss is unspeakable
Thy creation is
unimaginable
Thy mystery is
imperceptible
Thy judgement
is infallible
Thy abode is so
peaceful
And, Thou art indefinable!
PARDON US, O
GOD!
O God!
The entire Universe
is Yours,
Notwithstanding,
Thou dost enjoy little resource!
All are
conferred on their due shares in right course,
Where acts
neither sycophancy nor any ill force!
O God!
Thou art
inscrutably and unmistakably watchful
Thou art past perception
by the worldly wise fool!
However mighty
one may be is under Thy supreme control
Commendable, of
course, is Thy invisible and impartial Role!
O God!
Do pardon us, Thy
children incorrigible and childish
Ever miry,
materialistic, gluttonous, guilty and selfish!
Thus, do shower
Thy heavens of mercy and benevolence
So that we may
rectify ourselves to win life’s endless race!
GRATITUDE TO
GOD
O God!
Thou art to us
an infinite source of light
Thou art to us
a bottomless ocean of delight
Thou art to us
an eternal cascade of might
Thou art to us
a panacea to eliminate plight!
O God!
Thou art so
great and benevolent
Sans Thy mercy all
are dormant and impotent!
There is nowhere
where doesn’t prevail Thy power,
The Universe
will stand still sine Thy able and fond care!
O God!
Thou art, like
a mirror, unbiased and impartial
For the
existence of the creation Thy Presence is essential!
Thy mercy hath
turned the biped beasts social and rational,
Thus, we pay
Thee our ‘Gratitude’ unconditionally special!
A TRUE TIE
Except a
heavenly Mother-child tie of eternity
All other bonds
are seen based
upon reciprocity,
And, they last till mutual understanding is sound,
Else crash as
brittle gasses if interest is hampered found!
No other bond across
the glove has ever
Proved to be
purer than purity and truer than veracity
Surpassed the
horizons of perpetuity
And retained
more steadfastness than a perennial river!
All other bonds
except it are profit-bred
All other bonds
except it are motive made
All other bonds
except it are born to die early or late
But, as the
Polestar in life’s northern sky it’s decked to coruscate!
WE ALL ARE THE DENIZENS OF ONE DIVINE
NATION.
Yes, inside every
Religion vein flows the same red human blood,
The same Almighty
God is called Ishwar, Allah, Waheguru or Lord!
In every room of
the world, Nature, God’s Agent, is ever in the identical action,
Some call It a
Desh; some address a Mulk while some others name it a Nation!
Yes, everyone
feels the same twitching pain when pricked or pinched,
Everyone feels the
same delight when a prestigious laurel is clinched!
Everyone is
quickly quenched by the same water, Nature’s Nectar,
Everywhere, for
everyone, the same food, clothing and shelter matter!
Wherever you go,
sugar ever tastes sweet, and salt tastes salty,
Everywhere,
honesty is honoured, and are punished duly the guilty!
Hell is the
befitting outcome of immorality, injustice and indiscretion,
Whereas Virtue is
blessed and bestowed with celestial Salvation!
Let’s thus
relinquish religious fanaticism, extremism and discrimination,
So that we can
surely feel, “We all are the denizens of one Divine Nation!
RAKHI
Rakhi is made
up of the immortal thread strings
That bind a celestial
tie between a brother and a sister-
A sublime
symbol of fathomless affinity of spotless love that springs
Upon them boundless
ecstasy that flows like a perennial river!
Practice of a
sister’s tying Rakhi around a brother’s waist is as old as Time
It’s as spontaneous
and significant as Nature’s sweet pantomime
It’s as sacred,
pure and salubrious as stainless lime
It’s as conspicuous
and blissful as Her serene and vivacious vernal rhyme!
Yes, the love tie
of a brother and a sister is past deterioration
Its value can
never be measured by any material reciprocation:
The sister
prays to God for her brother’s health, happiness and prosperity
And the brother
vouches for his presence in her gaiety as well as adversity!
Let’s pray to
God to bless them both to view their dreams bloom
And stand by
them as they relish life’s honey, or before crises loom!
A BLISSFUL RIDE
Shun, shun thy mundane fun
Chant, chant only Hare Krishna,
Cast off thy miry part
Fathom fairly His rare Art.
Prostrate, prostrate at His Lotus Feet
Loiter not in the spurious street,
All that thou dost meet here
Is sheer sorcery of the Great Conjurer!
Burn thy wrath, cleanse thy heart
Give up intoxication, gambling, and sense gratification,
Reduce thyself to zero; learn to forgive; and smart
Carnality and pursue in His holy Injunction!
Be not hypnotized, nor be snared
Be a loyal vassal of the Curly Haired,
Kill thy ego, assassinate thy pride
End thy passion to start a Blissful Ride!
DIVINE CRAZE
As a small
patch of cloud devours
Easily even the
grotesque, glazing Sun
Reducing his
ardent light, pilfers his life rendering powers
Making him
dull, drab and invisible sans precaution;
Yields a
millions of eclipses, darker than clouds
A divine
defiance, rushes ruins, progress shrouds!
O God! One may
have countless affluence
But, but for
Thy divine grace and heavenly benevolence,
One lives in acute
grief, and dips into scarcity and indigence
Deprived of
peace, is destined never to jump past the mortal fence!
Hence, O God!
Please coagulate my unflinching faith in Thee
More firmly than
the roots of a banyan tree that grasp soil,
Do enrich my satwik
instincts; boost my Divine Craze so ineffably
That I can
overcome any worldly storm, and any fatal threat foil!
DIWALI
Comes Diwali
every year embellished by light
Reminds all Sri
Ram’s return after winning Lanka fight!
Smiles blossom
on every lip
Grown ups
gambol, and children skip;
Flowers dance, while
leaves pipe,
Wow! Meadows put
on a golden stripe;
Students embark
on pleasant trips
Lo! Joys are stored
are in inexhaustible heaps!
Mothers at home
prepare varied delicious dishes
Children relish
delectable sweets, and wear new dresses;
They light on
diyas and burst crackers
Yes, unfathomable
miracles are the Maker’s!
Soon, alas!
Bids Diwali all a sorrowful goodbye
But, teaches a
lesson, “Do light your world before you fly!”
O GOD!
WHAT’S THE DIAGNOSIS?
O’ God, the
Almighty! After much speculation
Thou didst
create a unique species called man-
Wise,
reasonable and a sensible one,
But to the utter
disappointment, against Thy expectation
Casting his
proper path of life aside
From cradle to
the crematorium after materialism he ran
Saddled with
the swiftest horse of lust and pride;
Unequal more
than a million times to a nucleus particle
Of Thine; the charlatan
brags, “Even trample Thee I can!”
To satisfy his
ignominious greed and suit his infinite needs
He is busy from
dawn till dusk sowing only suicidal seeds!
Alas! Instead
of oxygen, he prefers to inhale deleterious air
He opts to
exhale carbon dioxide of malice, odium and mire
Instead of
water, he is blindly bent on drinking noxious bloods
And to devour
flesh, conquer soil, he ever flows warfare floods!
O God! Thus, what’s
the diagnosis for this healthy patient
Whoever woos perdition
and kicks a blissful Moksha Investment?
LEGACY VS
CELIBACY
You will meet
today everyone
Struggling
tooth and nail for the procurement of legacy;
He may be a
Prime Minister, an industrialist or a common man
But, alas! Very
few are remorseful for not maintaining celibacy!
It’s known to
all that the former supplies mundane pleasure
Only for a
short span of life making its course uneven and stiff;
While the
latter, on the contrary, fetches an invaluable treasure
And showers an
infinite ecstasy immortalising this life brief!
But the nature
and outcome of the two
Are
diametrically different:
Legacy - the
spurious one, deceives and entangles you,
While celibacy liberates
you, is a lake-like transparent!
Hence, it is up
to us to be sensible while opting for any one
Keeping the
fact in mind, “The first one is a fiend treacherous,
Who thwarts beatitude
and liberation unseen and supra-mundane
While the
second one is a friend, who fetches salvation glorious!
DO
IDENTITIES REALLY MATTER?
When I was born -
I was for my parents a son,
For my elder siblings, a younger brother,
For my uncles and aunts, a nephew, a cousin, or any other.
I was also a grandson for my grandparents.
When I went to school, I was one of the students,
Whom my teachers loved, guided and taught.
After my college studies, to be a unique teacher I fought.
First, I was known as a tutor, then a lecturer.
For a few and myself hitherto a petty poet in Oriya and
English.
When I married, I became a husband to my wife, and my
picture
Was addressed in many different names then since.
When comes down my descendant,
A father will be called, by him or her or them, I
When he or she or they marry, a father-in-law, they will
chant
For the child of the child, a grandfather, if be under the
sky.
Albeit, from the cradle to the grave innumerable names I
take,
My extraneous identity often varies, but the Self is not
fake.
It takes its forms corresponding to its past and present
action,
Thus, whatever they call me, I must first be a being
human.
THE CONCEPT OF A NEW YEAR
What
do you mean by a New Year?
It's
only one of the steps of Time that lie bare for all of us to share;
It
approaches punctually to be trodden with love, sincerity and care,
It
preaches us to preserve prowess, and forgo lethargy, fatigue and fear.
What
do you mean by a New Year?
It's
only one of the uncountable hairs on a hard dark skull;
It
comes spontaneously to flourish like the compatriots other,
And
quietly return to the final Abode as the former unnoticed fall.
What
do you mean by a New Year?
It's
only one of the sea's ceaseless, swelling surges;
It's
resolved and determinate, against all odds, to reach the shore,
Before
receding, with the Absolute it obediently mingles and merges.
What
do you mean by a New Year?
It's
only one of the leaves of the Book of the ever rolling and unspoilt Time;
That
is, since time immemorial, open before all eyes to read and remember,
"Vice
is venomous and perishable, but vital is Virtue in Veracity’s permanent
regime.
What
do you mean by a new year?
It's
only the amongst innumerable stars a Sun;
That
restlessly and selflessly teaches us ever "Scorch sins to
light your Souls, my dear,
Or
else, your bleak world of gloom and guilt will bring forth your instant
ruination.
What
do you mean by a new year?
It's
nothing other than a concept of the mind;
It
transcends the horizons of the Old and New, hence, do solemnly swear:
"I'll,
like Ben Adhem, love fellow men, live for the world and save the
mankind."
TURN
TO MOTHER NATURE.
O the ever idly busy and pre-occupied humans!
Do stop for a while
Do wait for a while
Do watch for a while
Do enjoy for a while
When Mother Nature does merrily dance.
Her engaging glance pours peace
Her enchanting gait is full of bliss
Her dulcet music removes doldrums
Her vicinity becalms all material storms!
She drifts you away to an Elysian realm
Where pesters you none like the Pandora’s curse,
Where you’ll bathe in a nectaric, sprightly stream
Whence mundane woes will vanish; whither ecstasy will flush!
Then, why do you roam, roil, noisily revel and roister
In the concrete jungles, and the rocky, turbid and specious world,
And after repulsive flotsam and jetsam relentlessly hanker
O man, pathetically careworn, capricious, callous and blurred?
Hark! None like Nature can refresh, relieve and revitalize you
From nowhere else can you, a lasting, celestial mirth pursue.
Thus, turn to Her – who is your only refuge for rest and reprieve
Yes, who will gladly hug you with Her unalloyed love to revive!
A DIALOGUE BETWEEN ‘DAY AND NIGHT’
Lo! I am the
‘Booned Son’ of the Mother Nature,
Beyond belief is
my indescribable Stature!
Lives endure as I fondly
nourish and nurture,
Yes, I do spread
happiness, and sprinkle rapture!
I thoroughly
comply with you, my dear younger brother:
You are brighter on
Earth even than brightness,
I am your elder
Sister, darker even than darkness,
You are the
diurnal Ambrosia; I am the nocturnal Nectar!
But, you are noticeable
only due to my essential existence!
Ah! Without me!
How could creatures have felt the difference?
I am the much
needed refresher, energy booster and pain-reliever
Oh! Without me lives
would have been surely duller and drearier!
Let us, hence, no
more fall out over our superiority and inferiority,
Let our respective
altruistic and inevitable service be the utmost priority!
TO THE SPRING
O
dear Spring! Your highness, unlike mine, is so high,
And
your enviable perfection ever kisses the sky!
Lo!
I am lying at a disgraceful and fathomless bottom.
My
mundane mind gives way to glorify your stardom!
O
dear Spring! You are so transparent and resplendent to the core,
Ah!
Pretence and hypocrisy are like apastrons to your pure nature!
You
are neither conceited nor swollen with pride as a benefactor,
You
are blessed, beyond doubt, for your rare and invaluable share!
O
dear Spring! At your sight, my eyes relish immeasurable delight,
Your
noble sparks and sparkles are the marks of a radiant beacon light!
May
your heavenly reign rain uninterrupted on earth forever!
Let
me ever bathed to be consecrated in your charity and chastity river!
May
your munificent mercy make the Earth a Paradise!
May
man learn a morsel to be like you, I do solemnly surmise!
TO THE SHIULI
O Shiuli! How gentle and supple thou art
How sweetly thou dost smell
How placidly thou dost dwell
How blithe, sublime and blissful is thy part!
O the bewitching Beauty of the dawn,
Thou art too soft to face the searing Sun!
While lying on the cool, emerald lawn
Thou dost mesmerize the eyes of a million!
Thou dost descend from heaven for a while,
However, thou dost never cease thy pearly smile!
Thou dost teach apposite facts to one and all:
“To be great, one need not be tall,
Immortality doesn’t require longevity,
And, noble deeds, not days, endure till Eternity.”
TO THE FLOWERS
Oh! You keep spraying your sweet fragrance
Wherever you are, whenever breeze blows over.
You, with your rare aura, change the entire ambience;
Oh! Except you, halts suddenly the happiness shower!
Oh! You, with your magic, adorn gods and goddesses,
On auspicious moments, you alone are the ‘Starters’.
You salute the valiant heroes and the immortal martyrs,
You sincerely embellish the feminine charms and graces!
Oh! Discrimination and you are outright strangers,
You dutifully please all with your hospitable favours
In return for your matchless service, you await no prize
O the bounteous benefactor of the insects and the bees!
Ah! The Earth, indeed, would have been sombre without you,
O the blessed terrestrial stars, none, but God, can pay your
due.
TO THE CUCKOO
O black diamond, Spring’s mystic, majestic jewel!
Dostn’t thou be towards us so much sadistically cruel.
Nor dost thou add to fire any more inflammable fuel.
Dost sing thy sweet Sehnai wherever may’st thou dwell!
What else can, on Earth or Ether, be so rich a treasure
As thee- the Spring’s eternal spring of ethereal pleasure?
From morn till dusk, thy serenade from the Garden of Eden
Purges earthly anxiety, and cleanses the mental mire mundane!
O the Empress of Spring all my sweats goes in vain
To have a glance at thy, for to my mortal eyes thou art hidden!
But, I can spend my entire life span in my mad, ecstatic quest,
For, it’s a blessing in guise to be away from city’s dins hollowest!
And the more thou dost
remain like an invisible fragrant flower
The more I get blessed, on Nature’s vernal lap, with salvation
shower!
TO THE CROW
O the ever alert and agile Crow!
Alas! Nobody ever fathoms thy unnoticed sorrow.
The more I think of thee, the more my love does grow
For, thou art the only selfless volunteer of every morrow!
What an unparalleled and devoted servant thou art!
Wherever duty calls thee, thou dost promptly migrate.
Oh! Who else can smell scent in whiff and relish diet in dirt?
Who else can be as punctual as Time and as devoted as date?
Who else can be as innocuous and unique a bird like thee?
Who else can be so sincere in service even without fee?
Who else can equal thy vitality and surpass thy sublimity?
For, the rest except thee befriend only for gains and
opportunity!
.
Yeah! Thou dost, like an evangelist, ever teach morals to the
world:
In the bivouac of life “Only
a hero never dies; alas, lives never a coward!”
SOIL
Had it not been for the unique soil,
Who could have dreamt of a transformed and living Earth,
How could man have built roads, mansions and stadia in pride and
mirth,
How could he have dug out the black diamonds, precious stones
and oil?
Had it not been for the benign soil,
Who could have grown grains, bathed in the rain and basked in
the sun,
Where could man have sat, slept, stood, walked, played games and
kites flown,
How could he have the devised and developed the fastest means of
travel?
Had it not been for the soil,
How could the kids, like calves and lambs, have indulged in
hides and seeks,
How could man have enjoyed the beauty of the green fields and snowy
peaks,
How could he have relished sweet nuts and juicy fruits by the
sweats of his toil?
Had it not been for the soil,
How could the cuckoos have sung, and the peacocks danced,
How could the springs have murmured; rivers muttered and seas rumbled,
and tranced,
How could the cows have mewed; sheep bleated, and frogs croaked
to spray rapture,
How could the lawns, orchards and gardens have crooned the hymns
of Mother Nature?
Thus, all of us have to preserve and worship Her, and bow before
Her like a humble coil.
TO THE LAKE
O Lake! Thou art unlike the self-centred, mortal humans.
Never dost thou, like fulsome, fleeting and futile friends, forsake.
The two conspicuous contrasting qualities are between thee and
us:
We live exclusively at the cost of the Earth, while thou for Its
sake!
O Lake! How crystal clear thou art; how wood like opaque we are!
How a scale like impartial thou art; how politicians like partial
we are!
How death like veracious thou art; how mind like mendacious we
are!
How a child like spotless thou art; how a coquette like adulterous
we are!
O Lake! Thou art a safe haven for the birds, while we are a
heinous hell!
Thou art an exquisite and enduring repository for the aquatic
treasures,
While we are the cruel poachers and predators of their peace and
pleasures,
Thus, thou are blessed, at length, to live in heaven; while,
alas, we in a jail!
O Lake! May thy pious touch wash my species’ rigid filth and
murky mire!
May your virtues purge them so that they may jump over the
rebirth snare!
RIVERS
Oh! The overjoyed rivers, with their selfless clans,
Like dauntless lions, unceasingly march with firm resolutions
So long as they don’t mingle with the Super Souls,
And, very unlike my greedy and ravenous humans,
They succeed, in the long run, in reaching their destinations!
Unmindful to the most seducing and irresistible distractions,
Which ardently await them on the zigzag and meandering paths,
The disguised and unsolicited stumbling blocks, that breed
frustrations
Can never pose to them so much formidable a threat, that
normally sways
In my vulnerable races’ lives as we often get snared lost in our
heydays!
Thus, the lone difference lies between us:
They are guided by unflagging zeals and unwavering convictions
Whereas my men, the master chameleons, are led by flimsy inclinations:
They former are born to endeavour to serve before reaching their
goals
Alas! The latter mistake hells for heavens, and bribe others to
play their roles!
NIGHT
After the departure of the blistering golden Ball
Sneaks quietly into the soothing Sky She
Draped by a coarse black canopy
To convert the agile Earth into a dark, dismal hall!
She is soon greeted by the nocturnal beings,
As soon as the diurnal actors keep to the indoors.
Then time starts for the miscreants to revel in loathsome
colours
They are more deadly than cobras’ fangs; more fatal than mosquito
stings.
Then, the Earth becomes a heaven for some, while a hell for
others
A caring boon for some, while a hurting curse for others
Some eagerly await that She may depart; while others pray for
Her part
For some She is a necessary evil: while for others as useful as
the heart!
A
SWELTERING EARLY SUMMER NOON
No sooner do miserably fail to teach the insane man pre-monitions
Than inevitably follow Nature’s fit and phenomenal admonitions.
As the insensitive humans abuse Nature more than the demons
They mustn’t dodge to face the music, and its adverse repercussions!
Ah! As soon as the Spring makes way for the waiting Summer,
The oppressed Earth witnesses the Sun’s
unbearably a sizzling glare!
All the living mortals start getting fried like fishes on the red
crust-pan,
They emit and eject sweat-drops as the singeing ‘Loo’ does furiously fan!
For, The more the intense, volcanic heat wrathfully roars,
The faster men, as the forced
captives, stay the sweltering indoors.
Riches partially save the rich, for their rich cooling antidotes,
But, alas! The poor masses sweat profusely with their damned lots!
Lo! Reigns dismally a scene of wretched desolation at noon,
Without tree canopies, the only solution, the Earth will perish soon!
WHEN RAIN COMES….
Oh! Soon after the sweltering Summer
Descends on earth the Monsoon shower
To infuse life into gasping soil, trees and grass
And tempt the jolly children to enjoy and splash!
Oh! The dry and shrivelled Nature adorns Herself green
As soon as drenches Her the soothing rain.
All the creatures soon forget their severe pains of parching
thirst,
Cross merrily the brims the pools, ponds, rivulets and rivers on
the crust!
Lo! Big smiles blossom on the peasants’ joyful faces
Students go to schools in colourful rainy dresses.
All plan their schedules according to the weather forecast
Leaking roofs are repaired hurriedly as rain falls thick and
fast!
Nature’s diapauses get over, for elated earthworms are seen
crawling
Amorous cicadas are heard singing; erotic frogs and toads are felt
trilling
Varied butterflies are spotted congregating; audible is hungry bees’
buzzing
Peacocks are found rejoicing, for rain injects life into many
lives lazing!
A season of festivities is heralded by rains
Alas! The fun of celebrations is often spoilt by clogged drains
Mini floods are recurrent in low lying streets and neglected
lanes;
Heavy showers rid earth from heaps of stains except human brains’!
The old and new pupils march for school -
The truants are reluctant; but aspirants joyful!
For, latter deem It a Shrine; while the former, a jail.
Sadly, the homesick ever watch out for a ‘rainy day’ bell!
Myriad mushrooms of fabric bloom over the human heads
Water soaks through the old, poor and vulnerable sheds
Greens grow; vegetables thrive and grandma tells ghost tales
An ecstasy rules over the plains and vales, for plenitude
prevails!
Ah! Lord Indra’s scaring and excruciating missiles
Often breed fright and cause unspeakable havoc.
Floods, storms and cyclones snatch away smiles
Alas! Life turns precariously dolorous in this bivouac!
Hark! Rain is never sadistic, useless or unwelcome
But for Her earth will be a desert, devoid of bliss and charm.
Hark! Life inexorably hinges on it; so blesses us the Nature’s bounty,
So, to love Her zealously and adore gratefully ought to be our
utmost duty!
………….
O RAIN! WHAT ARE YOU?
Some say that you patter
Some say that you chatter
Some say that you clatter
Some blame that you batter.
Some say that you potter
Some say that you mutter
Some say that you twitter
Some blame that you embitter.
Some say that you grumble
Some say that you rumble
Some say that you gambol
Some blame that you entangle.
Some say that you stutter
Some say that you sputter
Some say that you squatter
Some blame that you bring jitter.
Some say that you stumble
Some say that you fumble
Some say that you mumble
But, to me you’re noble and humble.
Whatever may some say
You heed them no pay
You abide by the behest of Nature
Your sublime spirit all should nurture!
THE RAIN INTERVAL
The Sun, like the sniffling burrow’d rodent;
Peeps in the gay interval of the terrific torrent
Unburdening the thick, black swishing carpets,
Smiles in the hills, fields, roofs and markets.
All around the gentle warm ray the Hope seed sows:
Skips the children, unpack the footpath vendors,
The cultivators sing, fishermen launch the trawlers,
Wet clothes, boil’d paddy are dried outdoors in rows.
Still throbbing anxiety and fear grip every heart and mind
For, who knows when the unreliable interval will wind?
RAINDROPS- A BLESSING
OR CURSE?
What should I call these raindrops?
Sometimes they cascade like their bosom’s bliss
As bounteous as a suckling Mother’s
To satiate the hungry, like life to fish!
But at other times they gush like spitting their curse
As intense as a volcano blind and baneful
As ferocious as a savage lion’s roars
As scaring a snake’s fang as spiteful!
TO THE FIRST RAIN OF
2003
Thank thee, o’ the long awaited monsoon rains
For, the singeing earth was shrieking and cringing in pains
Thy healing touch will quench the homes, domes and dens
Will bring in greenery washing away the soiled stains.
Now Nature will dance in greenish, garnish gown
None can be scared of the ardent Sun’s frown
Peace will prevail in the country, city and town
As, to sway thy term, thou descend adorning thy rain crown.
But, alas! Is it thy own crime
That the soothing showers of thine
Can hardly pacify the intense flames of mine?
For which I can neither reconcile nor whine
For which I have been long since pining like a swine,
For, I have to respect what they say the behest of Time.
WHEN DESCENDS THE WINTER.....
When
the famished Rains, like a fatigued farmer, retire to sleep,
The
exuberant Winter like a bejeweled bride slowly descends to peep;
As
the intensity of the cold waves unnoticed stare piercingly to creep,
Young
Couples, friends and students Embark on many a joy ride and pleasant
trip!
As
the temperature, like a wing shot eagle, begins to fall and freeze,
The
chilly winds, like the swashbuckling Sehwag, get set to bat on the
crease;
Myriad
foreign birds throng to sojourn in Chilika, until the stern Summer comes,
The
idlers leave their cosy beds late, despite reprimands, for their
lingering slumbers!
Varied
greens, coriander leaves, marigolds and vegetables hasten to feast,
They
grow by leaps and bounds as if to vie for the Crown under the munificent
mist;
Beauty
pageants are partaken by blankets, sweaters, mufflers and woollen jackets
Happiness,
like the gold coins, prevails at homes, and shower in the markets!
Oh!
The engaged grooms with their Fairies board the ferries of love to marry,
The
elated peasants, like the victorious soldiers, load their carts with
crops to carry;
Sweets
of Samba Dashami, and cakes of New Year lead the festivities in
abundance,
Basking
in the sun as lambs bleat and prance, and calves frolic is a golden
chance!
Oh!
How much merriment brings Winter to sow smile seeds every nook and
corner!
But,
who has paid an empathetic glimpse at Nature’s hidden fear and unseen
tear?
Besides
shouldering the weight of mountains of shivering and shuddering ice,
By
the wantonly bred Pollution Devils She is shred precariously into many a
slice!
Unless
She is treated with unalloyed love, undiluted devotion and unmatched
care,
All
the living organisms on Earth will surely be one day the species extinct
and rare!
Let’s
all take an oath to protect Mother Earth
To
restore and revive future descendants’ mirth.
TO THE NORTH
WINDS!
From the Northern
heavens to the snow-capped brows of the mountains,
You hop as hares;
leap as the lambs and bound as the falling fountains!
And, en route the
pools, brooks, creeks, lakes, rivers, seas and oceans,
You, at length,
reach out to the silent meadows, still moors and deserted plains!
You carry with you
both the waves of sweet laughters and sour tears,
Somewhere, you cause
nagging diseases, somewhere, ecstatic cures!
Some old and frail
flowers and ripe fruits leave forever the stage of Nature,
Paving the way for
their waiting counterparts to play with joy and rapture!
You batter the
soft and sensitive skins with your acute, shivering Off-spins,
You pamper hungers
with cabbages, cauli-flowers, beans and myriad greens!
Air conditioners,
coolers, fans and cold drinks depart for a temporary rest,
Woollen blankets,
furry jackets, pakodas and hot soups are the substitutes best!
You bring with
you, to enjoy the merry, joyous tastes of varied winter festivals,
Alas! In the never
changing lives of the poor, there never descend happy intervals!
The unprivileged
and deprived are born to brave in rags the Sun, Rain and Cold,
Alas! No Channels
play their pangs; no viewers watch their sad tales manifold!
TO CORONA
O Corona! The most intricate and unintelligible Googly of Nature,
You have befooled and clean bowled the most defensive batsman on Earth!
Alas! He is sent to the pavilion for a duck, with no scope to appeal for
a Review with an expectant mirth,
Lest he should be spared from losing his vital wicket to save his
self-respect, and no more to augment his torture!
O Corona! The Nature's wildest, most lethal and most enigmatic Beast of
prey,
You have fused the shrewdest brains, blunted the sharpest blades and
diffused the deadliest bombs with your eeriest stay!
You have hushed the world, gagged the rash tongues, fearless hands, and
ceased the fastest wheels,
You have rolled the ever active, defiant, indecent and
undisciplined lives to unprecedented, shocking stand stills!
O Corona! The sternest and the most heartless Chastiser deployed by the
Nature,
Don't misuse Your Veto power like an unruly and unrelenting Arbitrator
any longer;
Else, Your pernicious pride and calumnious arrogance of prevailing a
universal anarchy shall soon end like a reverie,
For, She stealthily digs the tomb timely, justly and unbiasedly for every
illegitimate Dictator's obituary!
LET'S NOT LOOT OUR MOTHER EARTH ANY
LONGER!
Let's not loot our Mother Earth anymore and any longer!
Who can be to us so generous a Benefactor?
Who can extend to us so much pure Love and free care?
Why are we then inexcusably so harsh and cruel towards Her?
It's high time, we stopped erasing the mountains of Her Wealth,
We ceased squeezing Her green Oxygen Cylinder's vital Health,
We stopped turning Her glass fields and croplands into dry deserts,
We ceased polluting the water bodies, and spoiling Her heavenly Resorts!
Unless we mend our ignominious and ominous ways,
We will perish faster than the most gigantic dinosaurs, by the Sun's
scorching Rays!
We will vanish from the Earth's crust by the fierce and fulsome Floods,
We will disappear being beheaded by rushing Natural Disasters'
inescapable Swords!
Thus, the ball is in our court, whether not to unduly take Nature for
granted,
Else, we'll be razed from the Earth, as from a garden, the weeds
unwanted!
WHY ARE ANIMALS CONSIDERED BETTER THAN
THE HUMANS?
Animals are rarely seen harming the interests of their own species,
They are, really, more controlled, content and continent than our
Ascetics and Rishis,
They are, ironically, more disciplined, devoted and dedicated ones,
Thus, they are, from every respect, considered better than the selfish
humans!
Animals don't ever know what a devastating and dastardly warfare is,
They don't ever splurge their wealth on lethal armaments and weapons,
They are ever altruistic, and never perfunctory in their sincerest
duties,
That's why they are, from all angles, considered better than the greedy
humans!
Animals don't ever indulge themselves in bribery, robbery or slavery,
They are blissfully ignorant of pretence, envy, betrayal, backbiting or
treachery,
They are never the wreckers-in-chief of the Nature or curtailers of all
lives' spans,
Thus, they are, from all prospects, considered better than the mean
humans!
Can't we, the wisest, worse humans, learn an iota from our dullest,
better Counterparts,
Before we are forced by the fiercest Natural Forces to perish like moths,
wasps and rats!
YES, FANI WAS PARADOXICALLY THE BEST
TEACHER EVER!
Yes, FANI was paradoxically the best ever Teacher,
For, She brought the same helpless roof the poorer and the richer!
She taught all to remember by heart, "None is greater than the
Nature!"
And She made all never to forget, "Pride is surely to sleep on a
perishable stretcher!"
Yes, FANI was paradoxically the best Preacher,
For, She dictated man to keep in mind without fail forever:
"Do vanish, as bubbles, hatred, ego, apathy, arrogance, intolerance
and enmity,
Love, nobility, humility, compassion, adaptability and fellow-feelings
last till eternity!"
Yes, FANI was paradoxically the best ever Chastiser,
Who proved to be, for the straying and depraving man, the best
Stabilizer,
Who proved, at last, Nature, not man, is more powerful and wiser,
Who mocked at haughty man's misconceived Omnipotent Visor!
Thus, unless man learns a fit lesson from the recent classes of FANI,
He is to blame himself for his consequent, inescapable, bleeding and
baneful Agony!
TREES' REMINDER TO MEN!
Oh! Even the orphaned street children are less wretched than we are:
For, they are, at least, under Nature's Motherly love and curative care!
But, alas! No one pays a pitiful glance at our miserable and crippled
state,
So, we have finally to shed Seas of neglected tears reconciling to our
fallen Fate!
Oh! Even the cats and dogs are less wretched than we are,
For, they are pampered more; fed milk, mutton and fish with more
closeness and care,
But, alas! No one's much needed notice falls on our mutilated and fallen
beings,
Even though we are the vital Livers of the Earth, including the Lords and
the Kings!
Oh! Even the wretchedness is less wretched than we, man's best ever
friends, are,
For, She, at least, sometimes catches some kind attentions in this queer
and kaleidoscopic Fair;
But, alas! We feel less fortunate on our failure to spare, so far, man's
cruelest Axes,
Even if without our inevitable presence the Earth will be replete with
the Pandora's Boxes!
Thus, let Trees be most solemnly treated as the only surviving Oxygen of
the Earth,
Before it is too late for the innumerable FANI like Mishaps to mar each
Life's Mirth!
THE BEST SOLUTION
Had it not been for the coconut's hard shell
How could we relish its sweet juicy kernel
How could we extract its healing, smoothing oil
Where could we drink the nectar of the soil?
Had it not been for the neem's beneficial bitterness
How could we curb insects and control pests
How could we treat free of cost many an illness
How could flee the dry deserts, and rush rests?
Had it not been for the fire's intense heat
How could we savour mouthwatering meat
How could we prepare sumptuous dishes
And how could we enjoy Nature's cycles?
Yes, God's subtle mystery is past our perception
Thus, blind acceptance of Him is the best solution.
A TV VERSUS A BOOK
A TV is a live, junk Box, appallingly appealing, spoiling and idiotic,
It thieves the thriving concentration of the gaping mind!
It turns the ignorantly relishing viewers addictive and eccentric,
It tempts the blind, innocent students to keep their studies behind!
But, a Book is a world - beautiful, wonderful and fantastic,
It slowly percolates in, the drops of senses, lasting and sweety!
It impels to emulate the thought waves, delightful and didactic,
It transforms the aping brutes into humans enhancing their Inner Beauty!
A TV turns the creative oases of minds into dull, insensitive deserts,
It stunts the spontaneous growth of the imaginative mind buds!
But, a Book blesses greenery of wisdom even in the illiterate rocky
terrains,
A devotee of Books is ever fed by It's enlightening Knowledge rains!
Thus, let not TVs infect the susceptible minds as the TB germs,
Let the Books rule to pour blissful joys, beatitudes and charms!.
TIPS FOR THEE TO BE TOP
Try and dost incessantly try
Sine bidding it good-bye;
Thou canst soar high in the sky
Or, like pebbles wilt dormant lie.
None hath touched the peak
Being sluggish, lethargic and sick;
Be ever inquisitive to seek and pick
To make thee a renowned Greek.
Grasp firmly thy rein of self-restraint
Make thy feats both rare and resplendent,
Vigil, nothing compels thee to have a dent
Or pricks thee from respiring salubrious scent.
Thou hast to march now many a mile
Thou hast to overcome many a stile;
Preserve thy patience, and energy pile
To blossom on thy lips a sweet smile.
FARE YOU WELL
Fare you well, fare you well,
Dear my students, and colleagues as well.
May it be the alma mater or it be the office
Learn much, churn so well as to earn lavish.
Know we all the universal phenomenon ‘rise and fall’
Depend on how we defend and maul
On the life’s crease the challenge ball,
How much patient not to succumb to the ruinous lull.
Don’t ever for being victorious stray, sabotage and swell
Nor for being tamed, be crooked, cantankerous and cruel,
Or will burn instantly to carbon as the combustible fuel
In the fire of fair-play where the Mirror does dwell.
Save you none, of course, nothing can
Except your respective cultivated actions
A very goodbye! Fare you well again and again
To alight smoothly and safely at your destined stations.
EXAMINATION
This is the examination
That arouses fear and tension
Remains in the womb uncertain
And assesses the standard and position.
This is the examination
That breeds joy and exultation
Brings bitter taste to the failure
And sweet relish to the victor.
This is the examination
That is the root of promotion
The branch of acceleration
And the fruit of satisfaction.
Thus, desert not but greet examination
Discard, if anyone has, clumsy notion
With a chaste chest and warm salutation
To get the key to ecstatic emancipation.
READ, REMEMBER AND
REVIVE
Still you failed to instill peace,
Kept my expectation scattered apiece;
Still, I am sanguine, you will lead the rest
If try to exert your utmost and best.
The only thing is to keep your cool
Be unruffled and tranquil as a deep pool.
By sharpening your talent, the infallible tool
Undoubtedly you’ll one day be the one to rule.
Lounge then you not bewailing over the past
Garner the atoms to be powerful enough to blast.
To dispel your ignorance and irradiate to last
Not only dreams, but dashing determination
Consistent manoeuvre and ceaseless action
Will fetch you tribute and congratulation.
A WISH FOR THEE
What can I pray for thee
Except thy full-fledged development?
What can I cry for thee
Except thy candid, copious contentment?
What can I look for thee
Except His Shower of Benevolence?
What can I hope for thee
Except being a being of sweet sense?
What can I crave for thee
Except being surpassed in the stiff run?
What can I expect from thee
Except enumerating many an adept Arjun?
What can I wish for thee
Except a distinguished direction?
What can I present thee
Except my unanticipatory benediction?
ADIEU
May the Theo
bestow on thee benediction
Of success,
luxury and amelioration,
Steer thee on
the path of integrity
Cleanse thy
spectacles soiled and dirty!
Save may He
thee not to repent later
More excruciating
than the war is to falter
In vain then to
grumble, moan and mutter
Debacle’s taste
does excel even the stinky gutter.
Huddle when
none to induce, seduce and chatter
Nothing is then
left to blame except doom’s matter;
Lo! Nothing
than thy duty on earth is greater
Adieu! My
children, never misconceive of the Stater.
Mayest not thou
now, but must consent in future
How hygienic
and nourishing was the fruit truth bitter!
WHAT IS GRAMMAR?
The Knowledge of grammar
Removes all sorts of errors
Wards off our inexpressible fear
Ramifies our communication spheres.
Oh! In the absence of grammar:
Error devil does sentences’ charm mar
Spoil the sense of the speaker
Turn the writer and the reader weaker.
Yes, it is the sap of a tree
The lap of the Nature
The salt of the curry;
Then hurry up it to nurture!
TO BOOKS: MY REAL
FRIENDS
To speak in the truest sense of the term, as thou art
No one else under the heaven so helpful has been to me,
So generous a stream to quench my unceasing thirst!
So selfless a Milch Cow to bless me with thy knowledge cream!
Thou art my weapon to ward off ignorance dark
In my desert mind, thou art an oasis-like park,
I inhale the fragrance of the lotus from thee
Thou art the root of this poor human tree!
The company of thine is as sweet as honey
Ah! Thou art to me as sacred as a shrine.
Thou art to me indeed a bounteous Egyptian Nile
Severance from thee for an instant dost ever me rile.
Thou art verily an incarnation of ever Merciful God
Thou art the life sustaining sap and I am the bud
Thou art the dazzling Sun, myself, the monotonous moon.
Thou art to me, on the Earth, irrefutably a priceless boon!
You are the sensitive saplings in a teacher’s orchard
To grow you to smile and bloom is his greatest reward!
SONG OF A TEACHER
Raw, delicate and tender clay lumps you are,
To give you proper shapes is our prime care.
Only putting you on the mould will not suffice,
Which is like sine lighting dreaming milling rice!
Rough, twisted and strange sawed wood logs you are,
Task is ours to cut you proper, polish and shapes prepare.
Only rowing you inside the carpenter’s shed will not suffice,
Which is like going on a pilgrimage sine casting off the vice!
Cute, innocent and helpless saplings you are,
To rear you to flourish and flower is duty solemn our.
Only planting you sine affinity, responsibility and dedication
Is like willing to win the Marathon sine a drop of perspiration!
SOME TIPS TO BE AN IDEAL TEACHER
Yeah, education is a illuminating garden of enlightenment
Where grow the student saplings into full-fledged human tress
Being nourished, cherished and guided by the teacher gardeners
ardent
Who instill knowledge sustenance, basic human values into them
breeze.
A true teacher is he who like an efficient physician
Detects the grasping, assimilating periphery of the pupils
Renouncing his/her ego climbs down to their levels of perception
Like the bounteous Nature dispels doubts, requirements fulfills.
A teacher’s solemn duty is to energize, invigorate and elevate
The students to the apex by sharing his hard hoarded
acquisition,
Transform an average student to one resplendently bright
And a bright learner to a brilliant one by selfless inculcation.
Mustering mastery over own subject, maintaining self discipline
A teacher can surely be ideal, unique and indubitably divine.
A TRIBUTE TO A TRUE
TEACHER
Thou art the Gleaming Glitter of the earth
The Bright Dispeller of the dark, ignorant path;
The Sun illuminates us with His sheer coruscation
Thou dost enlighten with Thy rare, reviving erudition.
Thou art the Generator of all noble thoughts
The Equator of all of our guileless guts,
The Anchor sheet of every success
The Catalyst of the global race.
The Harbinger of the perennial peace
The Endower of the perpetual Bliss
The Redeemer of all of us
Beside God Thou art in the slash!
To glorify Thee who render us unpayable betters
In my mundane lexicon prevails an acute paucity of letters!
THE SOLE ROLE OF
EDUCATION
In the alluvial
fields of minds, the seeds of Education are timely sown,
Under the tender,
loving cares of the Teacher-gardeners, they are grown,
Like the lush and
verdant plants of cultured refinement and perfection,
To feed, at
length, the world with their nutritious fruit of Emancipation!
Education is the
fertility for the foetus of the human mind,
That fortifies it
to conceive of good thoughts and sublime ideas,
That ultimately
gives birth to a species of a unique kind,
That frees man
from savagery, superstition, rawness and bias!
Education aims at
physical as well as psychological evolution:
It leads to much
relieving enlightenment and economic liberation,
It encourages
social justice, indiscrimination and judicious decision,
It finds for every
tough riddle a prompt, foolproof and sweet solution!
Education is the
powerful weapon to defeat the ignorance rival:
It brings forth a
fullfledged transformation; ushers in a moral revival,
It blesses the
impoverished society with seas of useful knowledge
It turns a wild
beast to a decent man, and a decent man to a Sage!
Let Education not
be an inaccessible and untouchable property for any
Let Education not
be a pampered child of ‘Wealth, Influence and Money!’
Let Education
shave and cut off the weeds and reeds of discrimination
Let Education rise
on the brows of the deprived a new Sun of exultation!
Let’s not misuse
Education for the mean, selfish and ignominous gains,
Let’s not misuse
Education for collapsing the global roots, and wooing banes,
Let’s not misuse
Education for the acrimonious air and devastating rains,
Let’s use
Education to rub, scrub, clean and cleanse the rigid and ruinous stains!
Let’s use
Education for a noble cause of Universal fraternity and harmony,
Let’s use
Education as the Panacea to eliminate every prevalent agony,
Let’s use Education
to integrate the scattered world to rebuild a new Nation,
Let’s use
Education to bless every Soul with a merry and mirthful “Salvation!”
TRUE
LOVE
True
love dies never
It's
really life's liver
It's
above money, ego and pretence's sway
It
turns mutagen nectar and a moonless night a sunny day!
True
love is silent and serene
It's
a soothing shower for the scorching skin
It's
beyond all artificial oaths and hollow din
It
emits eternal ecstasy, past any mundane mire or sin!
True
love is platonic and panacean
It
can turn sugary a salty ocean
It
can churn out butter from poison
It
can befriend a lion and tame a dragon!
Let's
all suck the beatitude of true love
That
drips from the heavenly hive above!
*Mutagen
- a deadly chemical, poison
LOVE
WITHOUT TRUST
Oh!
Love is a hollow bubble without Trust,
It
floats in the uncertain and insecure confluence of rivers only to burst!
It
is, like a Tower, built on the plinth firm, loyal, spontaneous and
intrinsic,
Else
It may tumble at any moment for want of strength indispensable and basic!
Love
without Trust is a rootless tree;
That
can never grow straight and erect to receive air fresh, hygienic and
free,
That
gets too stunted and dwarfed to reach the Sun for sufficient light of
joy,
In
life's sky the clipped wings of ecstasy fail to fly as those of a
handmade toy!
Love,
without Trust, is a mountain of iron;
That
is eroded by the salty winds of narcissism, possessiveness and suspicion!
Even
the most fertile lands turn worse than deserts devoid of greenery and
bliss,
Let
alone heydays, life becomes a curse, being deprived of an ounce of peace!
Let's,
thus, all of us, to relish in life heavenly Ambrosia, love with Trust,
What
has already been tasted by Gangadhar Meher, Wordsworth and Robert Frost!
O
MY LOVE! YOUR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE
O
my Love! Your pious presence makes each agonizing moment more endearing,
It
turns my bubble like transient life longer and more enduring,
It
makes my life's sorrowful and forgettable stories sweet and
memorable,
It
stirs the blunt and savage Shylock in me to be an Antonio benign and
noble!
O
my Love! Your precious presence impregnates my life's barren and sullen
stems,
Uncountable
blooms of joy dance from the dawn till the next dawn, and the diadems,
Of
success surfeit in my uneventful life like the dazzling stars in a Full
Moon night,
Breezes
of beatitude surge like the tidal waves that were ever as elusive aliens
out of sight!
O
my Love! The sombre garden of my life is perfumed with your pious
presence,
For,
the malnourished roots are soon fertilized to bear the apples of essence
Now,
the monotonous songs of my life sound more melodious than Lata
Mangeskar's,
Yes,
it has replaced the hollowness of my life with its blissful and hallowed
showers!
YES,
MY BETTER -HALF IS THE BEST.
Oh!
I have spent with you nineteen years just like nineteen passing showers
For,
I have been blessed with one of the loveliest and most fragrant flowers,
That
has been blooming around me to spray her aroma days and nights
So
that I can be enthused, energized and engaged in winning life's fights.
Oh!
I have been gifted with a soothing shade supplying umbrella in you,
Who've
opted to suffer so that I can be saved from the rain and the sun
Who've
preferred to embrace adversity so that I can stand in prosperity 's queue
Who
have gladly kissed her losses so that I can win the battle in the long
run.
Yes,
you have been a paragon of sacrifice, and I, a symbol of self-interest
You
have been an emblem of dedication, and I, a synonym of selfishness.
You
have proved yourself time and again a monogram of magnificence
So
my spontaneous overflowing emotions of ecstasy spur me to pen:
Yes,
among all the wives under the sky "My better-half is the best."
And
all the credit goes to the Almighty for His infinite blessings of rain.
O
MY LOVE! I CAN GIFT YOU ONLY A HEART.
O
my love! I can't afford to fetch you Guccio Gucci's costliest attire,
I
can't adorn you with the most expensive jewellery made of Kashmir
Sapphire,
I
can't embellish you with the Smashbox cosmetics that cling to all dames'
allure,
Notwithstanding,
I can gift you only a Heart that is sine suspicion loyal, lasting and
fair!
Notwithstanding,
I can gift you only a Heart that is sine suspicion loyal, lasting and
fair!
O
my Love! I can't pay for your single night's stay at Lover's Deep Luxury
Submarine,
I
can't build for you a Buckingham Palace or a Taj Mehal, where you can, as
stars, shine,
I
can't take you for a merry sightseeing by a 1963 Ferrari 250 GTO every
afternoon,
However,
I can gift you only a Heart that is truer than Truth and brighter than
Moon!
However,
I can gift you only a Heart that is truer than Truth and brighter than
Moon!
O
my Love! Whether you kiss and treasure or kick my gift is not
solicited,
For,
in a 'Bounteous and Altruistic Offer' nothing by the benefactor is
anticipated.
O
MY LOVE! DON'T STAY AWAY FROM ME.
O
my Love! Don't stay away from me in the farthest France,
For,
a millimile's distance from you kills my happiness and steals my sense!
In
truth, it fills my heavy heart with deathly despondence,
It
does drown my spirits, and the depth of my fathomless gloom enhance!
O
my Love! Let us not run off as Helen and Paris to wage a war of
destruction,
Let
us not elope as Jessica and Lorenzo to incur Jewish curse and
denunciation,
Let
us not wear the boots of Thisbe and Pyramus to stand for a fatal loyalty,
Let's
us only live like inseparable and adorable Q and U at a close, pious
vicinity!
O
my Love! This much is what I beg of you to fulfill my ultimate wish,
To
win my mundane strife a sweet glance of yours at dawn and dusk shall
suffice!
THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, MY ESHA.
You are as far from the cheap Materialism as the apogee is
from the perigee, Esha
You are farther from envy, malice, hatred, narrowness,
infidelity and temptation
Than, from the Uranus, as is the heart of the solar
system, the invaluable Sun
So, you are more often visited a shrine to me than, to the
world, is the sculpture of Mona Lisa!
Esha, you ever smell the alluring aroma of the sweetest
flowers in me
In my precious presence you feel to have sportively scaled
the loftiest acme
My rasping vocal cord is deemed by you more melodious than
the dulcet cuckoo’s
You can’t bear with a little ignominy of mine, so I
promptly preferred you to sugarcane juice!
Esha, you ever breathe me in and breathe yourself out
without doubt
Your fortitude and steady support ever help me win many a
formidable bout
To you Kamdev never seems more handsome than I am
If ever I shed an atom of tear under the pinch of
circumstances, you exhaust your eyes’ dam!
Esha, behind your own shadows you ever notice the
inseparable mine,
For my gentle touches you can push heavens to lag behind;
who else can hug death, for I may shine?
Who else can be a ladder for my success and an Aladdin’s
Lamp that I can fulfill all my dreams?
This is why, I hugely owe you and silently love you so
much, O one of Nature’s wish granting Streams!
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