The lady is
Known now
Up-to-date;

Who wanders
Here there
With male mate.

Who traps
Swallows mind
At a glance;

Life makes
Blank letter,
Defines as blanch.

Why suchLady isModern to you?
How sheMay be??From which view???

Waiting for my son in the bus stand everyday,
Roads filled with cars & people.
Often I look at his picture & cry!
No phone calls since he left me in old homage!
Getting older & weaker!

Nothings new everyone comes & goes but my son…
Every happy & sad moment I remember with my son
Very often I think I might die.
Eagerly I wait for you every second when will he come?
Running in streets following strangers, thinking as son.

Counting my last days as they pass by!
On the bed now, can’t stand in the bus stand or
run in the streets.
My hopes are almost being shattered.
Extremely unhappy I am today as a mother!
Sacrificing all those for you was nothing but useless!!!

Running in the death line
I am really your mother?
God sees all but still if you come now I’ll forgive you.
Hope is still in my heart that you will come to me!
The hopes gone with her & really

Love, the rhythm of life;

Bring the eternal dreams

Like river.

Invisible touch of beauty;

Purify the soul

With sherene shade.

The path of acmic success;

Show the helpless

Foremost goal.

Flawless beckoning of impatience

Fascinate the thirsty eyes

With acute desire.

Luxurious want of passion;

Induce the impulse

To pastime.

The dying, the cripple, the mental,
the unwanted, the unloved
they are Jesus in disguise.

Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow has not yet come.
We have only today.
Let us begin.

Little things are indeed little,
but to be faithful in little things is a
great thing.
It is not how much we do,
but how much love we put in the doing.
It is not how much we give,
but how much love we put in the giving.
Nakedness is not only for a piece of clothing;
nakedness is lack of human dignity,
and also that beautiful virtue of purity,
and lack of that respect for each other.

Wonder,
A garden among the flames!

My heart can take on any form:
A meadow for gazelles,
A cloister for monks,
For the idols, sacred ground,
Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim,
The tables of the Torah,
The scrolls of the Quran.

My creed is Love;
Wherever its caravan turns along the way,
That is my belief,
My faith.

Flying majestically through the sky
On wings made of pure grace
Oh, how I long to join them
In their great race

Look out below as they
Swoop down and dive
Watch the way they soar
The most envied creatures alive

Watching them quietly
As they pass swiftly by
Makes me long for the possibility that I
Could hunt with the kings of the sky

But watching them fly so free
And seeing how I’m a prisoner bound to the ground
I know that I could never be
One of the sky’s royally crowned

So for now I will just watch
Small creatures gripped by razor-sharp claws
And dream of the kings of the sky
Creatures built with no flaws

The late afternoon sun was fading away

The color was so soothing! As if

Some liquid from a cup filled with orange juice

Splashed and got mixed with the sky, as if

A bit of color from the ripe mango was shining there.

The way the children start dancing seeing a rainbow

And from their milky chic there spreads a rosy glow

Very fondly very gently.

There was a windy dance in the spreads of Gulmohor,

The branches are all red and heavy with bunch of flowers;

In the pond many lively Ruhi were floating together,

Was there a golden color around their egg-gilled belly?

Why then the world became so lovely and giggling alone

Like the garden full of roses from the land of Iran

In this fading away evening!

And I was troubled to imagine the true color

Of the fading away life and of death;

Would it be colorless grey, still fading and fading …

I failed to understand

Moonlit Night

Moonlit night

I must like,

Now and then,

Hallow Moon

Come soon

Very often.

At the night

I feel like,

Going out

And sing a song

For time long

With aloud.

Welcome

Welcome papa

How are you?

I am fine

So thank you.

Welcome mama

Have you got jelly?

Why don’t have?

Empty the belly.

My Cat

I have a cat

It hunts rat

At the night.

With a snake

It can make

A big fight.

I asked a poet,

“What is sorrow ?’

He answered me;

Sorrow means –

Inability to express

The feelings, impulse

In the form of poem.

Asked a millionaire also,

‘What is sorrow ?’

He informed me

Sorrow means –

Dispossessing of

Decorative giant house

From glorious city .

I told a scientist,

‘What is sorrow ?’

He said me

Giving dry laugh ;

Undiscovery of thing

About to invent .

I asked a day laborer,

‘What is sorrow ?’

He informed me

With tearful eyes;

Ungetting a handful rice

After hard working

On day long .