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.