Poetry: Nirvana

She wakes up early in the morning
and says, 'early bird catches at the prey;'
(as if late risers would be left behind in the race !)
Well, that's fine for the mocking bird
as her appetite corresponds with the size of her beak,
and her gizzard for the amount of intake ;
but she doesn't seem to know
that the case with whales and sharks is different;
being early or late is no bar to them
as they sieve the seas relentlessly,
devouring whatever comes their way;
to stoke the fire of their endless appetite.
Last time when I met the petite bird
I had to clearly tell her,
it's the size of life that matters,
time is merely an illusion;
early or late in time doesn't matter,
give the humongous devil his due
and all the smaller creatures of the world
will never again need to suffer
from the pangs of hunger
or the limitation of working schedule
Nirvana shall be at their door steps
without trying and for ever.

Poetry: It all started with Osama

It all started with Osama
Mullah Omer his counterpart
Talibans and Afghanistan
War on Terror against terrorists
then came Sadam Hussein
The War has no end
the war continues
in Iraq in Afghanistan
innocent civilians dying
paying wages of war
US troopers dying
away from homes
God knows why?
terorism continues
Osama's still on the run
or perhaps dead
so is Mulla Omer
no trace of him either
sadam met his fate
alongwith his coterie
but the war continues
civilians dying
troopers killed
god knows why?
those who sparked the war
on America
are either dead or on the run
yet the war continues
god knows why?
against whom?
old enemies are dead
new ones necking out
ten terrorists springing
from the ashes
of one terrorist killed
like a Phoenix strange
what's the reason
what's going on
in the minds of nations
god knows better
or the ones playing the tune
and those dancing to it
but god knows why?
some say the super power
plus it rich allies
are vying for the wealth
of the war ridden regions
others say it's politics
america is the watchman of the world
a great, nay greatest super power of the world
that's true
but does that mean
the war should continue
innocent civilian be made to die
troopers lose their lives
their beloveds suffer grief
for the rest of their lives
motive of the war
still unmet
en masse killing continues
near and dear ones die
the root cause of all trouble
Osama,Sadam, Omer
gone to the side line
vanished like death
why then the war
this murderous sport
of barbarianism
against self and civilians
at the cost of their lives
and to the regret of their kins
at the cost of US economy
at the cost of peace
at the expense of people of America
for god's sake
think, ponder
is it sensible to continue the war
at the cost and risk of America
is it prudent that others use
America as a jumping board
an escape goat
nay, let it not happen
combine all well wishers of humanity
patriots and gentlemen
let us raise our voice
against the war
war is inhuman
detestable
abominable
unless for a good purpose
for a good cause
but do we have one?
dead or ambiguous enemies
dubious targets
far to hit
hard to see
far to take over
stop the war
let peace prevail
at home
and abroad !

Poetry: The Gust of Suspicion is Not So Kind

Close the windows of your mind
The gust of suspicion is not so kind

Forcing its entry like a wanton thief
It steals from Heart the jewels of belief

Trusteth not what it ought to trust
Believeth not the word it must

Mind's world is treacherous place
Unscrupulously scrupulous without grace

It thinks and thinks for wordly gains
Matter and matter alone it entertains

Mind, the Arch Enemy of heart
In art of doubt and seduction, smart

Simple, gentle, kind and loving
Heart apart from heart is nothing

Devoid of treacherous Mind's guiles
Heart's like a face that always smile

No tricks, no play, no games, no jest
Heart alone is faith and love's nest

Heart's the resting place of God
The one and the only even and odd

In Beloved's love the Heart is blind
Free from thoughts of Gain and loss in its mind


When mind questions, love from Heart is gone
Faith vanishes from Heart's majestic throne

Mind has no spirit, it just consists of lowly matter
Stranger to Faith, love, and peace, it simply knows to chatter.