WHITE PIGEON

 

20. BIRD OF ASPIRATIONS

Our mind

Is a bird of aspirations

Don't clip its wings

Let it soar high

Are our bodies

Not enough

To be confined

 

21  NATIVE SOIL

Dwelling in urbane
My peacock mind
Longs for
Thickets

How to cope up
With this rural mind
That longs for
Scent of native soil

How can I
Forget my village
Where intimacy showers
In nostalgic
Alleys of kinship.

No corner of world
Can ever provide
Solace to a being departed
From his abode
Can never stop
Reveries of own home.

 

22. Glaciers

Glaciers of

Cold relations

Melt

Just endeavour to

Give them

Warmth of

Trust smeared love.

 

 

 

23. FOSSILS

 

Questing for reflection

In mirage and

getting path deviated

Today’s young generation

Wandering like clouds of sand

Will ever be able to leave behind

Imprints of their foot steps on sand

Following which, coming generations

Would get traces of destination.

Winged with imagination

They want to roam

In the golden sky of fascination

T.V.,cyber and disco’s generation

Wants life full of thrill and sensation.

Mercury hearts of youth find awkward

Deep stillness of ripened minds.

Feel sometimes very irritated

When restricted by them

For their unclenched flight

They deem ripe aged like fossils

Devoid of any action or reaction

Despite changes in worldly weather

For them, there is

No spring, no autumn.

Getting sandwiched between

Rocks of time n society

Suppressing their sensations

Burdened by layer after layer of

Crushing silence

Sacrificing their aspirations

On altar of traditions

Meditating silently, life long

They got still, by and by

Like fossils.

Mod generation may name them fossils

Pressed under burden of

Dreary, obsolete customs n rituals

But these fossils are

Evidence of the stark truth that

Humanity breathes values

Due to their existence only

They are not remnants of humanity

They are the land marks

Following which, mod generation

Stumbling on verge of civilization

Can collect treasure of

Sanskars, culture and tradition.

Unacquainted with source of fossils

Aristotle had thus identified fossils

‘These are the moulds

In which God has cast his creations'

Deep spreading roots of

Civilization n culture

They might be fossils

But have been fondly

Nurtured by nature.

 

 

 

 24. WEATHERS OF MIND

Sometimes

Flowers prick us

Like reeds

Sometimes

Flowers bloom

In reeds

Feeling of barren in bloom

And bloom in barren

Weathers of mind

Keep on shuffling

Irrelevant of

Worldly weathers.

 

 

25. CHILD LABOUR

Just care to see
That child labour
Half clad

Bearing heat wave
In sun scorched noon
Carrying on his head
Crate full of bricks

Not only crate  full of bricks,
Also carrying burden of 
Dead aspirations on his head
Tired steps of that frail labourer
Are stumbling. 
With whom can he share his agony?

He recalls
When his mother went for labour
Taking him along
And carried crate of bricks
On her head
Used  to put two bricks 
On his head as well
Thus made him accustomed
To way of life that she was leading

Child kept on observing mother
Following same set path
Parted with  his innocent childhood.
Never got chance to move on 
Bright pathway of education.
Destined to move on 
Thorny road of illiteracy

This road of ignorance 
Is taking him towards
Dark future
Dawn of happy life
Getting far away 
From his miserable life

Oh that,he could get out of 
This forced circle of earning bread
And save a bit of time for himself
To be literate and glorify
His upcoming life

So that the pang of 
Untimely death 
Of his childhood
That he faced
Is not repeated in
Life of his children
In future life
And they don't 
Become child labours
But to school, stride
With joy and pride
Holding school bags
On their shoulder

 

 

26. INTERROGATIVE EXISTENCE

O!Mother

Confined in your womb

Scared of my

Interrogative existence

I beseech you

To answer my question

Coz I am a girl

I have become unwanted

Are you ashamed of

Bringing me into this universe?

You would have held your head high

And felt prestigious in society

By giving birth to a guy?

I am a segment of you

Won’t the very thought

Of my extinction

Make you stir and sigh

I may not be able to

Beautify your orchid like rose

Demanding special attention

I will flourish like 'margo'

Growing uncared

Without causing any tension

Bearing life's ups and downs

Won’t cause me frowns

Without me who will appreciate

Consanguinity of brother and sister

Without me who will celebrate

Festivals of Rakhi and Bhaiyaa dooj

How will Durga , Lakshmi and Saraswati

Incarnate on this earth

And without me, the earth's pride

How will groom get bride?

Moved by invoking question of

Entity of the womb

Mother tried to provide her solace

Convincing her with motherly grace

Oh! My yet to be born daughter

I can sense your breath

Your movements and sensation

I am your mother

You are my fascination

It is my sacred duty to generate you

I know only one gist of life

Nurtured on self -less self

Whether it be a girl or boy

Both are equal in mother's eyes

You alight in this world

Safe and healthy

Is my chief concern

Incarnation of creation, power and energy

You flourish in dense shade of affection

I nourish you as firm foundation.

 

 

27. A PRAYER FOR DAUGHTER

She is passing through
That glorious phase of life
When days are golden 
And silvery are nights.

When bloom comes on cheeks
Beholding herself in mirror
And a pride starts
Gleaming in eyes.

When mind longs for
Gathering stars in lap
And all merry colors of 
Spring of life.
Absorbed in rainbow dreams
Ignores real life
.
When she wishes 
To flutter in orchid
With an arrogant
Flight of butterfly

When she wishes
To measure sky
With aspirant wings,
Like kite.
Wants to fly
 High and high

When every minute detail
Of mind
Is shared with buddy
And feels that 
She can tackle
Every puzzle of life


But, that innocent girl
Does not have any notion
Of reality of  life

A kite can not soar high
Till someone holds its string
Butterfly can not flutter wings
Fearlessly in orchid
Image of rainbow 
Also fades
Minute details shared with buddy
Sometime pave way to woe.

Only our own thoughts
Create a  paradise of 
Gleaming, golden days 
And star studded nights.

O! God, I pray thee
Save her innocence
Protect her from
Merciless winds of time
Don't ever, let her face
Disillusionment of rainbow
Ornament her life with
With colors of faith
Let true happiness 
Fetch her glow.

 

 

 

28.Maiden Step

Blossom like delicate feet

Moving haltingly

Stumbling, hesitatingly

Endeavoring to walk

Tender feet have

Just learnt to

Step on the earth

Falling, rising

Swaying, managing

Again toddling

Holding hands of

Affectionate Maa

Eyes mutely

Looking for applause

Endeavours gain support

From motherly grace

Affection and care

The whole courtyard

Echoes with

Tinkling of anklets

And joyous echo

Of success.

 

 

 

29. AN INNOCENT WISH

Papa, Papa,

Come soon

You went in noon

It’s time for moon

Keep out your car

Take me far

 

Get me toy

It gives me joy

 

I will scream

Get me ice cream.

 

 

 30. WHO CARES 

Who cares for storms 

After facing

Thunders in life

 Every grief becomes shorter

 After facing bigger one.

 

 

 

 31. My Diwali Celebration

 I illumined a lamp

In your name

With wick of aspirations.

Millions of lamps 

Of your reveries

Got impassioned.