False media

They paint lies,
With deceit and guile,
To please their greed for a while,
And keeping their false pride high.

They manipulate innocent,
In the name of religion ,
By presenting truth as fiction,
And tolerant as intolerant.

They promote dishonesty,
Corrupt and false truths,
And fabricated proofs ,
In form of stories filled with tragedy.

They brainwash youth,
Against the nation ,
By reality fabrication,
And painted truth.

Let’s unite as a nation,
And fight against these grifters,
Swindlers and fraudsters,
Painting false pictures of our nation.

The Lock down Poem

Life slowed down,

With markets rates dropping down,

Business and schools shutting down,

When Government announced lock down.

Panic spread like fire,

With people going haywire,

Buying everything more than they require,

While poor and old watch them in horror.

While I write this poem peacefully,

My neighbor's pressure cooker whistles sharply,

Notifying me and others(neighbors) that my neighbor is cooking finally,

After years of ordering food outside repeatedly.

The lit up houses,

Look like shiny stars

On warm cozy nights,

With bonding in families,

Getting better with coming days.

Children are happier,

Watching their family come together,

Praying God that time stays like this forever,

And ever and ever.

Life may have slowed,

Businesses may have closed,

Relations have been mended,

Earth has healed,

But pray that sick and infected,

Get recovered soon. 

Inspirations

Inspirations are dreams,

A dreamer dreams,

With eyes closed,

Or eyes open wide.

Inspirations are ideas,

Sometimes vague or sometimes clear,

That pops in minds,

Like a striking thunder bolt.

Inspirations are solutions,

Emerging from problems,

One faces in their lives,

Filled with challenges and dangers.

Inspirations are discoveries,

Of new found technologies,

That may aid human efforts,

Or enhance their life expectancy.

Inspirations are hopes,

Within us,

For better future,

And increased strength.

Inspirations are other's victories,

Earned after many struggles, 

Several defeats and hardships,

And never giving up attitude.

Inspirations are plain inspirations,

Born out of hope,

Built from an imaginations,

To form a vision,

From a dream,

A dreamer dreams.

Seasons and moods

Seasons are like moods,
Of a child,
Always changing,
With free will,
To suit their demands.

The season of spring,
Is like a happy child,
Always smiling and twinkling,
Bringing joy to everyone,
Watching them play.

The season of summer,
Is like angry child,
Always screaming and hollering,
To fulfil unwanted demands,
And satisfy their terrible tantrums.

The season of autumn,
Is like child,
Calmed down,
After terrible storm,
Or planning their next mischief.

The season of winter,
Is like gloomy child,
On verge to break down,
And in desperate need,
To be hugged and loved.

As the cycle of season ends,
New year begins,
With new challenges,
But cycle of seasons remains the same,
Like the moods of a child.

That old dusted books

That old dusted books,
Lying in corner,
Of one of the racks,
Of your closet,
You hardly visit.

That old dusted books,
Remains neglected and abandoned,
By your gracious touch,
And sharp gaze,
That shines with excitement,
When you read every word,
Written from that old dusted books.

That old dusted books,
Hides treasures,
Of precious stories and enchanting folktales,
That ones excited your mind,
When you first picked up the book,
From your favourite book store.

That old dusted books,
Were once your devoted lover,
Caring your curious mind,
With new words you never heard ,
And lessons you will always cherish.

That old dusted books,
Once helped you forget sadness,
And hardships you faced in lives,
Making you smile brightly,
Even if it was for few seconds.

That old dusted books,
Sits on one of racks,
Of your closet,
That you never visit,
Waiting to be held,
By your gracious hands,
Like you held it,
The first time. 

The Valentine's Day Timeline

It's Valentine's Day,
The day of love,
When they finally say,
How much they love,
One and another,
Forever and ever.

The next day arrives,
Their tummy still flutters,
When they kiss and cuddle,
And look into each other's eyes,
For hours together,
Forever and ever.

A month pass by,
Their love is strong,
But not as sturdy,
Like the day they promised to stay lifelong.

Six months fly,
Quickly and swiftly,
They are drifting rapidly,
Due to their fights that is occurring constantly,
And their ego that is meddling their minds ceaselessly.

It's already nine months,
They have parted ways,
Their love wasn't victorious,
And lost it's fight against their egos.
After months of differences,
Growing within them.

A year has passed,
It's Valentine's Day again,
This time they are professing,
Love to not another,
But to their respective partners,
With a promise,
To stay together,
Forever and ever.

Charmed

With vengeance she arrived,

She glared and flared,

At the name of her adversary,

Searching him everywhere with fury,

And finally he appeared.

When he arrived,

His magic worked,

She forgot her vengeance instantly,

And love blossomed immediately,

Her anger disappeared.