It’s Namo again

He came,
He conquered ,
He won,
The hearts of many,
With his dedication,
And love for the country.

His simplicity,
His hard work,
His modern outlook,
His vision for the nation,
Strengthen the trust of many.

Fools belittled him,
Greedy defamed him ,
Egoistic called him thief,
But that didn’t fool
The smart public.

Whole nation is struck,
By the Namo fever,
Filled with the same vision ,
As our people’s leader.

It’s victory,
Of the people,
Of truth over lie,
Of  growing nation.

The song of Krishna

The night is young,

And the women,

Old and colleen,

Wander aimlessly,

In search of melodious tune,

That stole their heart.

They left their homes,

Their families and friends,

Unafraid of danger ahead,

Only to get glimpse,

Of that boy with flute,

Who stole their heart.

It wasn't his charming eyes,

Or his sweet voice,

Or his childlike innocence,

But the music he played,

With his flute

That stole their heart.

The stars are shining,

As well as the moon

Guiding them along,

Path amongst woods,

That could be dangerous

And poisonous.

At last they find him,

Sitting below Kadamb tree,

Playing his favorite tune,

On his flute,

Enchanting everyone around him.

He is not alone,

With him is Radha,

Who is enchanted like them,

Sits with her head,

On his shoulder,

Looking more beautiful.

Past, present and Future

As I move one step ahead,

My mind moves backward,

To the past,

So dark and downcast.

The future is bright,

Says my heart with pride,

But my mind fails to accept,

Instead rejects every prospect.

The mistakes I made,

The errors I committed,

The defeats I experienced,

Is stuck in my mind.

My present is affected,

And everything is complicated,

Because my mind fails to accept,

The bright prospect.

I push my mind,

One more time,

To the world full of possibilities, 

Opportunities and positivities.

This is not the end,

I say to my mind,

I still have my present,

And future that will be pleasant.

The song of God

His pointed ears stood up,

And his head tilted slight,

Like he always did,

When he was pup.

At the sound of their song.

He ran excitedly,

Towards them,

And watched them,

Sing song and dance joyfully.

Their song seemed familiar,

So did their dance,

And this triggered,

Him to trance,

To memories of his past life.

He was human,

Just like them,

Except he had attachment,

To desires unlike them.

He had traveled many places then,

And heard the same song,

Glorifying Lord Krishna back then,

But he did something wrong,

And was paying for his sins now.

Back then, he was attracted to God,

And wanted to turn into new leaf,

But he was blinded by grief,

Hence his sins distanced him from Lord.

He came back to the present,

Forgetting the pain he endured,

Feeling fortunate and content,

For listening to the song of God.

He danced and swayed,

As well as howled,

To their song and dance,

While his heart filled with benevolence,

At the sound of Lord's Holy name.

And those who live each moment

Tiny little moments,

Precious and dear,

To the ones,

Who live each moment,

Like it's their last.

That sweet smile,

On the lips,

Of our dear ones,

Gives us pride and joy,

Which is everlasting.

Those fragrant smell,

Of colorful flowers,

In my mom's eternal garden,

Makes her beaming,

With pride.

That great happiness,

Shining in blind man's eyes,

When he sees,

The world for the first time

Is very childlike and ecstatic.

Life is like,

Box of surprises,

Filled with little sweet,

And little bitter times.

Take each bite,

Savor it like a blind man,

Feel pride like my mom,

And those who live each moment ,

like it's their last.

The success mantra

The sun may not be shining brighter,

The storm may get stronger and stronger,

But my heart will still go on,

With the fight against the odds.

There will be rough days,

When things won't work as per my ways,

But I will remain calm,

Even when my heart is ticking like a bomb.

People will speak,

To make me freak,

But I will stay deaf,

And listen to myself.

Failures makes me tough,

And sometimes I want to say enough,

But I won't give up,

Because it's no or never.

My plans may not work,

And my backers may avert

But I will not stop,

Until I reach the top.

Victory is possible,

For not those who are eligible,

But for those who don't abandon,

And keep doing until it's done.

Every Love Story

A girl meets,
A boy of her dreams,
On rainy day,
Or on sunny day I think,
At the rusty bus stop,
Or best friend's wedding.

It's first sight love,
Or  are they foes turned lovers ?,
But sparks fly anyway,
Between opposite poles,
And love blooms,
With every passing day.

They meet secretly,
Hiding from their besties,
And even their families,
Yet that evil cousin,
Reveals their treasured truth
Adding his/her distorted lie.

They part ways,
Or become one,
By their families,
Friends and companions,
who either are on their side,
Or against them.

Every love story,
Has two individuals,
Fall in love,
But part ways,
When poisoned by,
Their false egos,
Third wheel in relationship,
Or irrelevant expectations.


Every love story,
Can have happy ending,
When two individuals,
Fight their struggles,
Help each other,
And stay together,
With a promise,
To be there for each other,
Forever and always.