IN MEMORY OF RAJESH PILOT ------- GREAT GURJAR LEADER .
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
MANGOES
MANGOES
In the fruit basket mango is the king,
Enchanting they look on tree when they swing.
Be they green, ripe or in colour yellow,
Fantastic are they to eat, when soft and mellow.
Drink the green or ripe mango juice and it shall ting,
As among all dances of the world Tango is the king.
Wow! How lovely are the swinging mango trees,
Come the spring season and humming are the bees.
None on earth can forget the taste of mango pickle,
As none can forget the hard life of spade and sickle.
Blessed are those by mother earth, who own mango orchards,
The gift of nature, in lab the saplings by biotechnology are cultured.
The bird Cuckoo is calling and trees of mangoes are evergreen,
The leaves of these magical trees are verdant never losing their sheen.
During the heat of summer, mango trees offer fruit and comforting shadows,
What would be a village like without green pastures and meadows.
Indian village life revolves around these mango leaves,
Women of the village make bundles of firewood in sheaves.
Yes! fantastic and precious are these mango trees,
Every passerby is tempted to pluck the ripe mangoes he sees.
In the fruit basket mango is the king,
Enchanting they look on tree when they swing.
Be they green, ripe or in colour yellow,
Fantastic are they to eat, when soft and mellow.
Drink the green or ripe mango juice and it shall ting,
As among all dances of the world Tango is the king.
Wow! How lovely are the swinging mango trees,
Come the spring season and humming are the bees.
None on earth can forget the taste of mango pickle,
As none can forget the hard life of spade and sickle.
Blessed are those by mother earth, who own mango orchards,
The gift of nature, in lab the saplings by biotechnology are cultured.
The bird Cuckoo is calling and trees of mangoes are evergreen,
The leaves of these magical trees are verdant never losing their sheen.
During the heat of summer, mango trees offer fruit and comforting shadows,
What would be a village like without green pastures and meadows.
Indian village life revolves around these mango leaves,
Women of the village make bundles of firewood in sheaves.
Yes! fantastic and precious are these mango trees,
Every passerby is tempted to pluck the ripe mangoes he sees.
THE CAT
THE CAT
Striped golden cat,
Child’s only pet.
Coolly she sits on carpet and door mat
Coiled she is, wherever she sat,
Lovely is her dance,
Run, jump, hip-hop,
Twist and tango,
And she catches the rat.
In the junkyard,
She found the
Old style
English hat.
In which she comfortably took rest,
And slept.
The alluring pet,
The mewing cat,
Serenely she walked,
Silently she talked,
Enjoying the nine lives,
On milk she thrives.
The claws on tin roof,
Made no noise.
Seldom heard her voice,
Puzzle, puns and purr,
Fear and shudder,
The plight of neighours,
Even then,
She was delight of family.
Striped golden cat,
Child’s only pet.
Coolly she sits on carpet and door mat
Coiled she is, wherever she sat,
Lovely is her dance,
Run, jump, hip-hop,
Twist and tango,
And she catches the rat.
In the junkyard,
She found the
Old style
English hat.
In which she comfortably took rest,
And slept.
The alluring pet,
The mewing cat,
Serenely she walked,
Silently she talked,
Enjoying the nine lives,
On milk she thrives.
The claws on tin roof,
Made no noise.
Seldom heard her voice,
Puzzle, puns and purr,
Fear and shudder,
The plight of neighours,
Even then,
She was delight of family.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Sun
Sun
Full of energy and light,
It is all fission and fusion of atomic fire,
Fire, earth, water, wind and sky,
Are fission of human body.
Fusion is, soul joining the almighty Lord and
Darkness is gone,
Only,
Light remains.
******
Full of energy and light,
It is all fission and fusion of atomic fire,
Fire, earth, water, wind and sky,
Are fission of human body.
Fusion is, soul joining the almighty Lord and
Darkness is gone,
Only,
Light remains.
******
Mystery
Stars , Milky Way, Galaxies, Space
Celestial Bodies.
Unfathomable Oceans,
Aquamarine, deep Seas.
What originates in Womb,
Meet its end in Tomb.
In between are Tides of Emotions.
Full moon faces,
Enigmatic smiles,
Become Monastical.
Heavenly,
All Goddesses of
Mystery.
Beyond Human
Comprehension.
*******
Celestial Bodies.
Unfathomable Oceans,
Aquamarine, deep Seas.
What originates in Womb,
Meet its end in Tomb.
In between are Tides of Emotions.
Full moon faces,
Enigmatic smiles,
Become Monastical.
Heavenly,
All Goddesses of
Mystery.
Beyond Human
Comprehension.
*******
Love
Love in every heart
Symbolizes,
Music of the butterflies,
Colors of flowers,
Silences of the Rainbow,
Shimmering of the Stars,
Holding hands,
For drinking,
The
Divine Ambrosia.
*******
Symbolizes,
Music of the butterflies,
Colors of flowers,
Silences of the Rainbow,
Shimmering of the Stars,
Holding hands,
For drinking,
The
Divine Ambrosia.
*******
Lightening
Lightening in the sky.
Avalanche in mountains,
Volcanoes, earthquake,blizzards, floods,
People of the world,everywhere,
All are shocked.
In corners,
Hidden from public gaze,
Undaunted, lovers meet,
Heart open,
Hand clasped,
And
Lips locked.
*******
Avalanche in mountains,
Volcanoes, earthquake,blizzards, floods,
People of the world,everywhere,
All are shocked.
In corners,
Hidden from public gaze,
Undaunted, lovers meet,
Heart open,
Hand clasped,
And
Lips locked.
*******
Leaves
Green leaves, dry leaves, black leaves,
Basil, lemon, ginger, mint, saffron,
Black- pepper, cardamom, cloves or cinnamon,
Whitener or milk,
Boiled or brewed,
Rejuvenate,
Tired, body and mind.
India, China and Srilanka.
Stories of suffering, sacrifice of tea gardens, of joy
And fun which every heart is told,
Families pick leaves and
Hear and tell these stories bold.
What price they pay for pleasure and
monopoly they hold.
The world looks at them,
To enjoy, their
cup
Hot or cold.
******
Basil, lemon, ginger, mint, saffron,
Black- pepper, cardamom, cloves or cinnamon,
Whitener or milk,
Boiled or brewed,
Rejuvenate,
Tired, body and mind.
India, China and Srilanka.
Stories of suffering, sacrifice of tea gardens, of joy
And fun which every heart is told,
Families pick leaves and
Hear and tell these stories bold.
What price they pay for pleasure and
monopoly they hold.
The world looks at them,
To enjoy, their
cup
Hot or cold.
******
Joys
Joys of childhood.
Learning and discipline,
Of adolescence.
Dreams of youth
Are realized in
Middle Years.
Dreams sometimes,
Shattered to pieces, in
Old age.
Yet the same river,
Holy Ganges flows
From childhood to old age,
Ever-shining,
Perpetual,
For,
Eternity.
****
Learning and discipline,
Of adolescence.
Dreams of youth
Are realized in
Middle Years.
Dreams sometimes,
Shattered to pieces, in
Old age.
Yet the same river,
Holy Ganges flows
From childhood to old age,
Ever-shining,
Perpetual,
For,
Eternity.
****
Cities
The metropolitan cities,
Highrise buildings,
Malls, cars,
And speed.
Gone are the days of
Black, brown or white steed.
The black coal-tar road,
Seldom remember,
The muddy country roads,
Naked foot
Everyone strolled,
Pity, brotherhood and humanity there,
Who walked, always talked,
Rat-race, jealousy, ego and
Competition here.
Go Back to Vedas,
Go Back to Village,
None can dare to walk alone.!
Highrise buildings,
Malls, cars,
And speed.
Gone are the days of
Black, brown or white steed.
The black coal-tar road,
Seldom remember,
The muddy country roads,
Naked foot
Everyone strolled,
Pity, brotherhood and humanity there,
Who walked, always talked,
Rat-race, jealousy, ego and
Competition here.
Go Back to Vedas,
Go Back to Village,
None can dare to walk alone.!
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