Standing still I stare
little feet, soft and bare

I search the dreams that lay
in begging eyes that wish to play

 Toys are out of access
He has many wishes to confess

 Whom could he blame
There’s none to blow out the flame

No one to offer the love he needs
The things for which he pleads

I am not the only spectator
There are many more dictators

Alas! We silently see this and pass on
Carelessly let it be bygone …..


Real Grace


In dead cold, my heart craves
for sunny mornings, broad days

Pleasant pastures , starry lakes
shape vivid vision in winding ways

Chasing shadows , catching butterflies
An innocent child somewhere plays

In fragrant flowers, sparkling space
My soul finds the real grace

Wealth worshipers

The people who lack morality, sincerity, humility and all other positive traits, they just value wealth as it’s the only thing they need in life. They never really think about death though they pose to do so. Unfortunately, I come across such people daily. They don’t possess any positive thing. I wonder what they will do with so much wealth, when people around them are sick of their snobbish attitude. I admit that wealth is as necessary as health to lead a peaceful life but it must not erase your morality. Now-a-days wealth is the biggest blow to morality.
I love George Orwell’s saying
“Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely”.
As money gives POWER to people who possess it, they miss no chance to show the world that they have power over others. They tease others in all possible ways. I observe this daily. The only thing I owe to these wealth worshipers is that they have taught me never to love my money. Perhaps that’s why I love to spend my money on my dear ones not because I want something in return. But because I don’t want people around to dislike me. I don’t want them to label me as “WEALTH WORSHIPER  as I have labeled many. Believe me; they don’t see sound character or virtuous personality. They base their judgment on wealth only. I know there’s no single place on this earth devoid of such people; still like an idealist I search that place. I am not saying that you shouldn’t be rich, you should. In fact strive hard to be rich not only in worldly sense but in spiritual as well. Do remember that death is somewhere near waiting to pounce on you and your dear ones. I always tell others that my only fear is death. Being mortal is enough to make me humble and remind me of GOD to whom I have to return. I wish it could also make them so.

Everlasting world



Perplexed souls
search a way
to come out
of a dark day,

When the light approaches
to take them along
They desire
to stay long

But death knows no retreat
Every soul has to fleet
To that everlasting world
Where none can cheat

Far from the mortal fume
Pleasant forms they assume
Petty passions die away
Divine flowers bloom

Where there no heart bleeds
No one fights over creeds
Helplessly sobbing ,
where none pleads.

Little piece of writing



O little piece of writing!
Called reflection of my heart
Do thou really expose?
The buried passions
that doze
somewhere deep
in my soul

Do thou really show?
The streams that flow
in my consciousness,
the thoughts
that pop
in my heart

If nay , what does thou manifest?
A pretentious persona
that seems blest,
Or a fatigued figure
striving hard
to rest?