AN APPRECIATION FOR MATTHEW ARNOLD'S POEM SCHOLAR GYPSY

Scholar(Scholar Gypsy) who roamed all over Cambridge- had one goal, one spirit.
He saw the green hills, hamlets, orchards and farm house.
Gone are those lovely sights.
Still the horizon beckons him,
saying it is not the edge.
Beyond him lies world unseen.
Thirst of knowledge unquenched,
he wanders.
Like a toddler crying for milk,
his heart wails for more and more(knowledge).
There lies the Cambrigde, the Victorian columns, dooms and archways.
Scholar sees fresh faces full of hope.
The makers of future.
Yet his search goes on..
Still he waits for the spark from heaven to fall upon him.

'MAA NISHADA'

On the branch of a papal,
Perches down two birds,
Time for the rapturous delight.
Like two shining stars on a moonlit sky.
Like a couple huddled around a fire place.
Vernal flora showers on them.
……………………………
Chiruppings turn to a yell.
Leaves and flowers shed in fear.
An arrow smeared with blood.
Stop! Stop the violence.
No fire, no smoke, no more bullets.
Where are the beautiful smiles that adorned our hearts?
Where are the sweet words that consoled us?
Tears in eyes and fear in mind.
Come on friends, let us rewrite the fate.
Stop the ‘hunters’.
Let the lamp of piece glow forever.

COMES THE NEW RAIN

From the eyes of blue, showers fall.
Among the clouds the sun is hidden.
The nature in a blush welcomes the rain;
like a bride.
In the leaves shine the water drops like silver beads.
From the harp of life rises the song of rain.
With her cold fingers she pats.
Lying on her lap the nature is fed.
Leaves sprout from the sapling anew;
hopes are born here anew.
No more are those burnt fields and orchards
trampled by summer.
The earth adorned in green.
Those cascades, rivers, oceans and brooks
inundate in glee.
Kids wave to their itty- bitty vessels.
Quenching our thirst comes the Gracious lady
to cheer up our spirits, to wipe away woes.

MOTHER INDIA

India, thy name in red letters
Evokes in me pride and admiration.
Great you are, great your love is
Tender, meek and calm thy nature.
Bore you great sons, with reverence I say.
India, your name enables me
to surmount the barriers of destruction.
Great you are, for you suffered
the wilderness of aliens.
Mahatma, the great asset of you
brought you liberty and veneration.
India, my mother, my Divine,
How can I describe this beauty?
My words are vague, I fold my hands,
bow my head and prostrate....
India, you are my pride, my Holiness,
thy care, love,
creates in me strength.
You are my mother, my hope.
When I cried, you patted me.
Your love quenched my thirst.
Your milk of love, really I enjoyed,
blissfully I sucked.
Your thoughts removes the penury of my heart.
Oh, my mother, my Divine, my Goodness
and my greatness, I love you.
Proud am I, as your daughter.
Ready am I, for your service.
My words are vague, I fold my hands,
bow my head and prostrate....

MY SPIRIT COMPLAINS

Peeping into my mind, I see a painful thought
A vision- an antonym of glee.
Cries my soul for love and peace.
The eyes of world burning like ember,
turns towards me.
A look that shows no pity.,
but scorn and hatred.
Fear and terror envelops me.
A thirst for a drop of love.
Someone smears salt in my wound.
Where is the drizzling monsoon?
Where is the August Flora?
Only April heat.
In the whips of society, my spirit aches.
A complaining spirit.
Will it make me a rebel?
Oh, Creator, make me your slave.
Take me from this perishable body.
Blend my soul with you.

I AM THE NEW MEERA

You are the life of my throbbing heart.
Through my veins run love, not blood.
In my dreams you come, my Valentine.
Your feather touch wakes me up.
I can hear your timbre of melody and symphony.
The vernal showers titilate me
My garland is for you my Lord.
Oh, my king, king of love,
Come and blow the embers of love.
My heart burning with passion.
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Oh dear Venus, my heart is breaking
Pain of separation pricks me like a needle.
Where you are? I don't know.
My love is after you.
A day for me is a year.
This melancholy is torturing me
than the scorching sun and torrential monsoon.
I close my eyes towards vernal flora.
The season of love(spring) gives them joy.
For me , disappointment.
Pearls fall from my eyes.

Your image on my mirror.
Your thoughts in my dreams.
Oh Lord , come and take me to you.
Arrest me in your prison of love.

MY PUZZLE

1. My mind falters in the staircase of life.
Trembling hands tries to catch the balustrade.
But who can stop the slipping mind?
Life is a meandering stream.
She drowns many in her mazy motion.
Many a thoughts pouring
Goblets of venom into my mind.

2. An old oak sheds its leaves.
There sprouts out a lilly.
Here are the mellowings and incense bearing trees.
stages of life they say.
For the philosopher a drama,
an illusion for a hermit.
Thrill for the youth and for the
grey haired spiritualism.

3. In the ebb and flow of life
we are puppets.
Our intellect darkens with theories and principles,
which will be taken away-
an accident, a tsunami, or .....?

CELL PHONE

Hearing a chirupping sound
My hand searches the pocket,
there lies the cell phone
like a caged singing bird.
It's a cuckoo of musical charm.
Some calls it Nokia, some Airtel.
Words flow through it.
And through it exchange the lovers, their hearts.
Portable it is, keeping me uptodate.
A cricket match in London, I can watch anywhere.
Many faces so photogenic, I can store in it.
It's a feather in the cap of science.
A tiny world in your hand,
so vibrant and dazzling.
A soft timbre of great wonder
magnificent it may be, but a villain creating radiation.
Sometimes an object of display, a matter of pomp
Still inevitable, it can save a life.
And lead to innovations.
Cell composes life
and action of life may run through cell phone.

WELCOME

Until this day i wrote with my pen,
now a set of keys hold my thoughts.
Come on Friends,
pour ur hearts here and get the soothe
let it be love, passion, frustration or hesitation
let the world know it.
If I have another birth i like to touch this world as a Shakespeare.
Delve deep into the hearts with the power of words.
Come on friends,
pour ur hearts here and get the soothe..