TRUST

My Darling ...!

May be Mountain is fly, but river never fly

Spring may be dry, but tear never be dry,

Because that tear is combination of our happy and sorrow.

Worship may be without priest, but love never without heart

May be ocean without waves, but man never exist without breath,

Because everything has its own beginning and end.

River-Ganga may be impure, but truth never can be false

May be Earth will be artificial, but birth and death never artificial,

Because God see the truth but we have to wait.

May be you forget, how you think about me

But our promises of past we never be forget,

May be I have forget, how you were in my arms

But your kiss of trust is always unforgettable.

WAITING

Pratikshya...

Oh, My Priya…!

The ‘river’ flows touching your body,

The ‘flower’ blooms blinking of your eyes,

The ‘mountain’ bows down kissing your feet,

The ‘breeze’ blows swinging of your hair.

Had I the wings of birds, I must search where you are

Had I the rhythm of flute, I must play for you anywhere.

Neither a ‘bird’ nor ‘Lord-Krishna’

It may be, if your arms being around me

And I catch you with my heart.

Still I am waiting for them…

The ‘river’ that touches you,

The ‘flower’ blooms by your eyes,

The ‘mountain’ that kisses you,

The ‘breeze’ blows by your hair.

At least they can talk me about you.

Hai, My Priya…!

Where are you and when will truth unveiled?

THREE STAGES OF LIFE

-ENDLESS TIME-

Morning

Hello, Brother…! Let’s see ahead

First rays of the sun waiting for you

Cuckoo singing the life song for you

You see your face on the pale of dews

And the time, you have to do all today,

more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

Mid-day

Oh, Man…! Let’s go ahead

Feathers of birds are not flattered

Stars are not twinkling in the sky

Flowers are not abloom on the leap of night

The night dew not begins to fall

The time is to see you, not your shadow.

Night

Hi, Comrades…! Let memories

What you have done and

What you have to do, in the last breath

If not, thank God

If something, also thank God

And pray to complete, before end of the night

Because a prosperous morning awaiting you.

WHEN WILL COME THAT DAY…?

The Golden day of my life...

The night blossoms with sweet fragrance

And the scattered moonlight when fall upon both of us would glitter,

The flow of stream would praise the glory of God

And the breeze would say the reality of world where no one is there.

I would be on your lap and you around my arms,

The heart of two would be within one sole,
when you and I only in our world.

The hot breath of you would cling to me

And my hairy chest would call for play the true game of Adam and Eve

At the moment earth will stop for sometime.

The rising sun (son) would glitter with fun

And what wait to be happening that would happen.

Everything would revolve with the own orbit

But we would move with our glittering sun’s orbit.

The symbol of love would stand with his brand name

None behind him except U and Me.

The day, when we would be with our love

And that day we must be happy and delight.

When will come that day…?

JOY OF LIFE …

 GOD...!

 Before that day when I was alone

Inside mother’s ovum beyond the light;

You were with me (God) besides truth and faith

Like the form of a ray of light.

You are my joy of life…

I was clean, ideal, and pure and out of all evils

When I came out from that dark to see the light;

No-one to guide me except you and yours everything

I had been blind before touching the holy light.

You are my joy of life…

Though I have eyes, still I am a blind

Because I have seen everything except you;

When will you offer me that holy lotus eyes (Padmalochan)

Since then, I am searching that ray of light of your.

Oh, God you are faith of my heart and the ray of light.

You are my joy of life…

BECAUSE…?

You…

Persevered – to become two sides of one coin

Promised – to change the garland in our marriage (/to tie the knot of two sole)

Premeditated – to free our progenitor (who is chained with betray).

It must be, when we both sacrifice for each other and became very closer.

Also, it was ultimatum for both of us.

You say, is it possible to forget?

Never…

Of course, I known as a ‘forgetful’ in front of all

But in your eyes, an unforgettable memory,

Is not it?

I am not angry upon you

And also, it is not today.

How could I…?

Still, I am worried; do you know – why?

“Only & once, imagined to disagree with you”.

In past, I haven’t disagree with you

But now, when I am trying…

How could it be possible!

Never…,

Because, I am unable disagree with you.

And you, you are the one & only, whom I could say everything of my life.

CONCEPTIONS

Three things of life as like as love…

 Place

Who knows how much land you had taken, when you were born?

How much you will occupy when you will go to pyre?

But, only you know how much require,

Still from ancient age to modern age everywhere war,

Only for a land, what you get at last?

The whole life destroyed only for caffeine, a land, a place.

Time

The bright future always waiting you based on a forgotten past

You never go up-stair without down stair.

The distance between down and up stair is the present moment.

Let go of your yesterday,

to see bright tomorrow and do your duty today.

Person

May be that is life when you were born,

You were crying and everyone around you was smiling.

Love your life so that when you die,

You are the one who will smile and everyone around you will cry.

These three things as like as Love

What begins with a smile i.e., Life

Grows with a kiss i.e., Time

And ends with a drop of tear i.e., Place/Caffeine.

THE FALLING ROSE OF LAST SPRING

 LAST SPRING ROSE

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This is our last meeting, in the last evening of last spring.

A droop of Sindur and two pieces of Bangles

which draw the line of promising (horrifying)

This is our last….

Till now, we were in one way with one foot

Now then, it would be same way in separate step,

After leaving me, you will stay in your place, in which way…

After leaving you, I will stay in my place, in that way…

This is my last letter with the last pen on the last sheet.

In a way, this is the test (of fire) for me

now then, I have to live alone.

This is our last meeting, in the last evening of last spring.

My world, which I had made half

That world, is on fire today,

Will you change your way towards me?

Or could I motivate you to look at me?

This is the last dialogue of the last scene of last Drama.

It would be the last waiting (of me) for you

till the last flame of my crematoria body.

This is our last meeting, in the last evening of last spring.

RISK FACTOR***

Risk
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The person who risks nothing, he does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.

To live is to risk dying, To dream is to risk losing,
To hope is to risk despair, To try is to risk failure.

To laugh is to risk appearing just like a fool,
To weep is to risk appearing gushy and supple.

To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk revealing your Self-inherent.

To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To will is to risk not knowing the result is open.

But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.

{It is the own experience of my life.}

["RISK FACTOR" was published on “Aakash Times” in November 2012 Issue.]