The Pedestrian

I am a pedestrian who has no aim
Who walks the way comes before him
When I began the walk, I thought,
The end is near and that I would reach soon,
But as the time creeps up
And as the way runs out
It splits into many leaving me in a junction
Where I stand and ponder on and on
To decide whether to stop
To decide which way to choose
This happens again and again and again
As I run out my life second by second

I am a pedestrian who has no aim
There are many who walks past me
Who seemed to be in a hurry
To reach their destiny
To quench their thirst
There are many who walk
As if they have decided to walk all this life

I am a pedestrian who has no aim
Having spend all my life
And having tread all these ways
Now I realize that this road never ends
This is my life and I am bound to go
Up to the point where my life ends

Beauty of Nights

Every night adds beauty to the days
Without nights the days would be colourless
Without nights the days would be charmless

The night gives a halt to all
The hurries and worries of the day
Even, the birds the most restless of all
Give a break to their wings when night comes

The trees dancing to the winds
Stand still and take their rest in nights
The bugle of murmuring crickets and friends
Adds the background music to the nights

The golden milky rays of moonlight
Fills up the valleys and hills
And with its chilly healing touch
Eases the stress of minds

It’s in night the angels of heaven
Comes in your dreams to fulfill your wishes
For at least when you are asleep

O the beauty of the darkness
The soother of all pains -
The furtive of time -
I owe my secrets to you..

Cherished Friend

Is that by some odd coincidence ?
Or by heavenly desire ?
In these strange walks of life
We cross path with many people.

Some move towards us
Some move away from us
With some we share -
With some we spar

But with a special few,
We seem to have no choice
Who brings in cheers
And takes off our worries
Each has made an impact on the other
And their memories will live for ever.

It was not a choice of mine
And never even dreamt of that
Still by some unknown chain of
Succession of births -
We were bound to be met and -
To walk together on this earth
Few miles of our life, at least..

The unknown presence

O the pervasive, unknown power
I sense you through this Mother Nature .
it is the touch of your loving finger
that has given life to my mortal stature
and it is the breath of your eternal spirit
that fills up my lungs with life

You have blessed me with the bliss of the
uncertainty of my future
which leaves me ever enquiring
for a dreamy, delightful future

Its your dreams that are taken shape
as a colourful rainbow at the horizon
Its your mesmering voice, that we hear
from the holes of a bamboo flute
It’s the sculpture in you who made
The pearls and planets of this world


Through the birds on the pathless sky
may I reach you
By crossing the fathomless sea
may I reach you
Where should I search for you,
In this infinite, unknown, cosmic world

A question to God

O God the omnipresent
O God the omnipotent
O God the single creator

I wish to ask you a question
Which perturb my mind for long time
If you are the only creator,
of all the beauties of this world
of all the pleasures of this world
of all the virtues of this world

Then the forces we call as evil,
The acts we call as sin
are also a conception of yours

then, how can a man be called
a sinner - for pursuing a path shown by you
how can a thing be called ,
evil - for expressing your own thoughts

My dear ________

You are my dear________
When I met you first time
You were a stranger to me
I couldn’t think you would become
My friend and my lover one day
But, slowly through the days
You became best of my friends
But, you didn’t stop there;
With your freshness;
With your openness;
With your liveliness;
And some times
With your silly foolishness.
You took me closer to you
You made me loving you.
I was a man of rough,
You made me softer then
I didn’t know much about love
You thought me lessens of that

I never know the pain in love
Now I know the bitterness of that
You will be there in my heart
Till the end of my life.

An Utopian Dream

My dreams are coloured…….
Coloured red and green and white and rose
The night is not so dark,
And wind is not so chill
The whistling of crickets,
Creeps through my ears,
And my bed is full of bugs.
Still I dream a dream ,
Which is cool and coloured and
Which I am afraid an utopian one…

I dream of a new world order,
Where there is no cast and creed and countries
To hinder the up flow of humanity
Where there is no terror and fear and war
Amongst the people who live on this earth
In my dream,
The bright and warm sunlight,
and the music of harmony of hearts,
were filled in everywhere..
In my dream,
The people were single coloured,
and followed a single religion, that
The religion of humanity

I know this is an utopian dream
Yet I love to dream this silly utopian dream

I am afraid of my mind

I am afraid of my mind
The way it goes,
The way it feels,
The way it wants,
Makes me afraid again and again.

It never obeys any rules –
Laid down by the society –
Taught by my elders.
What is wrong we perceive –
Is always a dream of my mind.
What we believe is immoral –
It urges to get hold of that

My mind has always been a defiant child
Rebellious to all the ‘do’s and ‘don’t s’

I am afraid of my mind
The wildness of its dreams,
The warmth of its desires,
And the depth of its passions,
Makes me afraid again and again

I am afraid of my mind, because
If I look into a mirror,
I can see an animal-
Trying to break the cage-
In which it chained inside.

The New Year Eve

An eve of joy
An eve of hope
An eve of end
An eve of start
I welcome you
The New Year eve