IDEA OF RICH
Looking for Wealth and seeking quick Rise,
A man of spice sought old man's advise.
That trader crossed desert crossed river and Land.
Reached Forest, searched trees as suggested old man.
But found fruits and trees the useless stone,
But what he was searching, spices were none.
Being frustrated returning after home,
He asked Man wise what wrong I have done?
The Old Man smiled said Road was so long,
Your idea created distractions thousand one.
Spices not there but sparking stones,
Precious than herbs, were in fact diamonds.
Wealth can be made not only from the spice,
Diamonds were there, could given you a rise.
But thinking was faulty, in method a glitch.
You are defeated by idea of your rich.
Me and Gandhi
I have Two eyes ,He also two legs,
I rest on Chair,He also needed beds.
He passed the virtue while blessing with hand,
But I picked a fight, while raising my hand.
He uttered truth only, opened when mouth,
and I talk a north, when doing a South.
Gandhi is Gandhi and I am me How?
Difference is this much of Jackal and Cow.
Schnooks
Sipping the Coffee and, talking on phone,
Boy is slowly itching his cheekbone.
Never in morning, he preferred a Walk,
Reading his Message,on Whatsapp and chat.
Been Live on Facebook, And Sharing Status,
Enjoying the Nature, On net , not in Campus.
Now Playing his games on Laptop , Ipad,
Enjoying his Win, on defeat getting Sad.
This is the boy , whom Appeals Instagram ,
Pinterest and Twitter but not Epigram.
And Throwing in Almirah, all his rotten books.
Shaping the Future of nation like schnooks .
Warmth in Thought
My father has warned
my blood to be hot.
But Heat is in Summer
My School has taught.
and Winter suggested
the wool to be warm.
When cold is weather
then Fire is charm.
But life has lesson
to teach other wise.
Warmth in passion
can Take me to highs.
Only this man
In whole of the universe is only this man,
Who run after money for hunger & pain.
looking for house or yearning for cash,
Neither such animal nor bird I trace.
Under depression with gloomy face,
indigence in plenty are human traits.
Enough have shelter & enough have wool,
But man never die with his stomach full.
For Quenching her thirst near a Bank,
Bird never worried preparing a tank.
Deprived of shelter, and wanting in bread,
never with empty gut, found animal dead.
Collage
Here
is worship
And
here namaaz,
Here
Sun Temple
And
here is Taj.
One
singing in temple
and
Dancing day night,
Another
Meditating
While shutting
His sight.
Bible
Is here
And
Here Ardas,
This India
Not Country
but a collage.
Celebration of Death
You
The golden
morning rays.
Of Bright
Warm and
Sunny Days.
and I
dew on
greeny grass.
Shine
like a
Bright glass.
Either
You hug me
Or either
I touch thee.
One thing
But certain
The grass
Gets unburden.
And Dew
To loose
its body its sight
Turning into vapour
And Loosing its fight.
But why is this
eagerness so?
Why that Dew can not
Wait?
What is the joy
For Ending Life
Why is this
Celebration of Death?
