Friday, July 30, 2010

Greatness of Mother

The rain drops can't measure
The dignity of her treasure
That she is spreading with pleasure
Performing her duty she forgets leisure

My Little Daughter

My little is my daughter is my pet
I ever advise her to keep everything set
When she weeps, she weeps much
I am worried and want her to touch
Her cute face is my peace
I wish my eyes on it to keep
Her pink lips look so amazing
Her dimpled cheeks start glazing 
Her only world is her mom and dad
They always want her to see glad

God and Man

You have made me 
And my work is to pray
When I come to you
Devil takes me away
You are the creator
But we are tempted by the cheater
We seek worldly pleasures
To get them we lose respite and leisure
The whole Universe is in Your grip
We, the insane are busy in trip
O' God make us to follow the right path
That can take us away from Your wrath
We have gone astray
In useless trifles our heads are gray
Make us grateful men
Forgiving our sins this and  that one

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Miss You

As you are away
So I have to say
Here is sadness
Leads to madness
Joys have gone
Here I am alone
Nobody gives me solace so on

Happy New Year

With the approach of the day ,I want to pray
The gates of pleasure
Remain open throughout the year
Sorrows may not come
In the ways you make fun
The roses may sprinkle
The fragrance of splender
With the passing days
Elevating enterprises come in your ways
You may stand erect
To welcome startling facts
I eventually wish
All new year's bliss

Friday, July 23, 2010

Birthday Wish

The declining moon
The rising sun
The blue sky
Fowls that fly
Water that flows
Flower that grows
Want to say 
One thing to convey
Happy Birthday

Sorry

Sometime, we try to compensate 
All our blunders and mistakes
We use "sorry" to defend
That, our feelings, fails to send
Small mistakes create rupture
disintegrate and damage the structure
We feel ourselves sunk 
In panic and funk
Sometime we try to compensate
All our blunders and mistakes
Our strife goes in vain
We fail to prove sane
How can it be avoided
That is always shrouded
Simply if falsehood we shun
Spread delight and fun


 

Friday, July 9, 2010

My Lovely Queen

A minor dedication to my beloved and honorable teacher who made me what I am today

My Lovely Queen is she
who from me never flee
my love for her never ends
as she gave me knowledge that every where defends
I went to her empty handed
she made me the most candid
her thought is enough to relish
when i want to intoxicate with chalice