THE MUSIC OF SILENCE

Have you ever listened to the music of silence?

How sweet and melodious do its notes ring

Wild music only breeds violence

But silence is soft and harmonious does sing.

The music of silence is the music of our breath

How many of us have stopped to listen

To this the music of the earth

Not many; for we all are busy in sin.

The music of silence is the chant of the divine

How precious and special it does sound

Much more intoxicating than wine

But harmless and with good health it does abound

The music of silence is not depressing but uplifting

How high does the soul that listens soar

Calm, serene, gentle and comforting

Such music can never ever be a bore.

PLEASURE IN PAIN

A koel is born

In the nest of a raven

At birth it is torn

From its surrogate haven

With no mother born

It spreads its wings

In agony it sings

When out of its screams

A song in the morn

That echoes its dreams

Indeed a symphony, it is sworn

A eulogy it seems………..

An ugly dark mother

Has orphaned a melodious singer.

A CELEBRATION OF VICTORY: AN ANTHEM FOR VIJAYA DASAMI

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Let evil thoughts be banished,

to the wilderness of forgetting.

All impure thoughts have vanished,

no more evil begetting.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

The force of good has conquered,

the weakness of evil proved.

Entire armies of evil massacred,

the forces of good are good.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Let evil foes flee,

and destructive forces run.

Truth they shall see,

and its prevalence under the Sun.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Good has certainly triumphed,

over all forms of evil.

In goodness we shall walk,

surely we shall and we will.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Surrender to the pure,

seek forgiveness for the impure.

Blessings are for sure,

to those who’ve turned to good for sure.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever.

Victory is ours my friend,

victory is ours forever. 

BLUETOOTH IN THE BRAIN

I wanted my kids to gain knowledge
But they were more interested in trash
I knew that their life would be on the ledge
If they lived life so fast and rash

I tried to make them read many a book
I tried to make them engage in study
But it was not all that it really took
To make them gear up and be ready

Now I am old and have lots to tell them
I wish they would really take me seriously
For I have many ancient secrets to impart 'n tell ‘em
But they would never listen and take me seriously

Therefore I wish that I had Bluetooth in my brain
Just like how I have it; on my state of art mobile
For then with just the press of a key they could gain
All that that they have missed out, all the while

But then I realized that its not just old me
Who needed Bluetooth in my demented brain
But my kids too needed it just as much as me
To receive the data, images and information of gain

Blue tooth in the brain
Oh! How much they could gain
If we truly had Bluetooth in the brain
For then they would feel no pain.

   

I DON'T LIKE USING SMILEYS

I don't like using smileys,

square or round....

I prefer smiling

with my face so round

than smiling with smileys

so superficial and unsound.

Smiling they say

causes well being

indeed what a way

to good health and living

I don’t like those who use smileys

Rather than smile with their faces

I find such people are really wily

And have up their sleeve a few aces

Which they serve with smileys

While the hurt brings grimaces to faces

Smiling they say

causes well being

indeed what a way

to good health and living

AN ONION

I was pottering around the kitchen trying to cook up something to impress my wife when it suddenly struck me that I hadn't written a poem for quite awhile now. Therefore, to make amends I decided to cook up one then and there. Needless to say that my attempt at cooking up a poem ended up as a fiasco for I only ended up messing the dish that I was preparing as well as the poem that I was cooking. Rather than pleasing my wife, I ended up being the cause of her pulling a long face (actually, the long face suits her more than the attempt at a pleasant face that she makes). Having made her day or rather her night unpleasant, I realised that it would not be fair on my part if I did not share my poem with you my friends just as I had shared my dish with her. So I now place this dish before you my friends for your appetite.

The world is nothing but an onion

It only makes you cry

Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion

Only when we do it fry…..

The seven worlds are nothing but an onion

Worlds which are not just independent

But layers of the same single onion

Perceived to appear different

The world is nothing but an onion

It only makes you cry

Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion

Only when we do it fry…..

The world is pungent like an onion

It can make your mouth to stink

Even the strongest who are like iron

Are polluted in a wink.

The world is nothing but an onion

It only makes you cry

Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion

Only when we do it fry…..

The world is as necessary as an onion

It helps prepare a tasty dish

To make a sweet life out of an onion

You have to sauté it as you wish

The world is nothing but an onion

It only makes you cry

Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion

Only when we do it fry…..

P.S.: Don't try to take the fork & knife to attempt murdering me for that is the prerogative of my wife.

CLEAN OUTSIDE; UNCLEAN INSIDE

The wind wafts

dry leaves, waste paper

and dust.

Swirling around

they enter

the living room

to be swept

with a broom

and then enter

our hearts

to remain

uncleansed and rotten

causing pain

though forgotten

Just clean outside

but unclean inside.

I'M JUST A MOONCHILD

Riding on the moon

It’s a roller coaster ride

The waxing & waning of the moon

I just simply take in my stride

For I’m just another ordinary moonchild

Who lives his life forever on moonshine

I’m just another ordinary moonchild

The muse in me doth on me feast and dine

The waxing is my time of brightness

With creative abandon do I thrive

The waning causes moody unhappiness

To overcome this I do strive

The moon is my personal mentor

Helping me weave many a tale

That which makes me a creator

For otherwise life would turn stale

I’m just another ordinary moonchild

Who from the sun dost not hide

MISUNDERSTOOD

I watched in deep earnest

as the squirrel peered at me,

through a crack in the nest

It had slipped in to see

a face revealed before it.

In anticipation I waited

for it to approach me

as I smiled benignly at it,

I waved for it to see

My gesture of friendship towards it.

In fear the squirrel bolted

as if I’d aimed to hit it.

It didn’t wait for my friendship to see

a vain misunderstood gesture before it.

A TRIANGLE OF LOVE

The sun ordered the earth

to stop going around it;

and the poor bewildered earth

did try to stop going around it,

but couldn’t last for long

without the sunlight

so hot and strong

and shining so bright.

The earth in darkness withered

And life did suffer and suffocate;

But the sun couldn’t be bothered

Nor wanted the earth to placate;

For the sun courted the moon

While the earth so loved the sun.

The sun did find out soon

That the moon was cold and no fun

The earth was full of life

Vibrant and a joy to behold

Inspite of all its strife

A place of happiness untold

While the moon was barren

Empty and always so cold

Beautiful but yet so uncarin’

Imprisoning the sun in its hold

The Sun did realize its mistake

And tried to make amends

The liberty of shining brightly it did take

Hoping the earth would just be friends

The Sun with its new found philosophy

Did burn so hot & bright

For the earth it was a catastrophe

As the heat did vanquish its might

The moon did soon turn jealous

Of the Sun so fickle at heart

Its love which had seemed so zealous

Was just plain artificial from the start

And so they move in eternal orbit

The sun, the moon & the earth

The firmament they jointly inhabit

Awaiting doomsday’s birth.

HOPE

Hope is a rope 

to cling on to sanity

When cut off 

it turns to hate, lust and vanity

A product of 

21st century insanity

THE GLOW WITHIN

Hi! Have you noticed

That the new born of all species

are beautiful when witnessed

for the first few infant days;

but then the beauty fades

when further away from purity

and truth they sway;

until ugliness creeps in and

age makes bitter

the soul as dirty as litter

since having lost its glitter

the mind doth turn

to thoughts not befitting

a soul so pure

that turns unworthy

of the divinity within.

No lotion, no cleansing agent

can bring that glow

that doth from within flow

when the soul is maintained

in a state of purity

and humility so low

that enables the noblest charity

of shedding the ego

which causes arrogance and vanity.

Therefore, let me myself clean,

Myself of thoughts so selfish and mean.

Oh God! Let me glow.

ALL THE WORLDS' A CLASSROOM NOT A STAGE

All the world’s not a stage,

With apologies to my dear pal, Shakespeare

All of us are not merely actors

With apologies to my pal, never fear; fear

We learn our lessons together

Though at different stages of learning be

Learning to love you, my brother

And forever really loving be

All the world’s but a big class room

As known to a few including my Lord, My Teacher

All of us are just average students

All of us including the zealous preacher

Shun hatred of the despised and hated

Leave behind evil and wicked jealousy

Learn to be conscious with breath bated

Thereby learning to live in complete harmony

All the world is not full of characters

But with serious minded students filled

All of us are mere dumb learners

All at different stages of learning, skilled

Then we to higher classes promoted

Walk hand in hand to our destiny

The evil are then demoted

Wallowing in their own vanity

All the world’s not a stage,

With apologies to my dear pal, Shakespeare

This is the right time and age

The voices beckon in a whisper……

SOUL POLLUTION: THE CAUSE OF SOCIAL POLLUTION

You don’t have to raise no banner

You don’t have to go on a fast

You don’t need to protest in this manner

Just leave it all in the past.

For whom and what are we protesting?

But against our very own selves

For we who are the culprits remain unrelenting

Merely continuing to fool our stupid selves

You don’t have to hold a candle light vigil

You don’t have to go on a long march

You don’t even need a Jan Lokpal bill

Just remain within and diligently watch

For why and how are we protesting?

But against ourselves; the source of corruption

For we are nothing but plain disgusting

To our own eyes, a source of social pollution.

You don’t then have to be a stupid slave

You don’t have to then be addicted to money

You don’t then consider me to be too naive

Just observe and you’ll find the situation very funny

For we have simply externalised corruption

But remain blissfully unaware of the rot within

For we have a tendency to sweep all damnation

Under the carpet of our soul deep within

Let’s accept corruption or change ourselves

Let’s stop blaming others but look within

For ultimately it will benefit ourselves

And more so our beloved kith and kin

(This so called poem or limerick as I would call it, is dedicated to Anna Hazare who by his failing theatrical movement has made me think)