AN INSPIRATION FROM WATER TABLE

It’s less than a speck of dust

Without color and shape

An invisible entity

Unseen from Space

Our shy blue planet

Doing her daily round of spinning

Producing wondrous days and nights

Caring in her bosom

The endless oceans and life

Isn’t it a wonder that

A mere trifle

Bearing the infinity!

Goal

When we are destined 

To live in a world

Torn by strife

We better follow Krishna

And adopt the spirit of detachment.

That is not shunning duties

Nor an escape from the world

But accepting life of intense activity

Fighting against the odds

Without a care for the upshot

Being absolutely free

From all the bondage

Of life

Our duty is to strive.

   

               

Kamduni

The soul that searched for light

From childhood,

Traversed miles after miles

Making difficult journey

Through sylvan world

And concrete jungle,

Treading uneasy path alone

“We shall put out thy light”,

Whispered the hovering Darkness

And accomplished Its mission.

But the immortal soul

Became Light itself

Giving warmth and force everywhere

And  to  everyone.

Naughty Muse

Naughty Muse

 Weeds grow

Without rhyme

Or reason

So does my verse.

Catchy, chatty,

Uncontrollable

Words

Escape into the woods

And become the bush

I presume.

I am sorry;

I cannot

Stop this

Exodus.

                                    

vision: Krishna

vision: Krishna:                                                                                                                               This ...

Krishna

                       

                                                                                                      This flute player      

                                                                                                     Has been creating

                                                                                                    Enchanting notes for

                                                                                                   Thousands of years for

                                                                                                  Us.Yet we have no ears for

                                                                                                    Him. His music flows on.

                                                                                                     It's not that no one had

                                                                                                      Ever heard Him. O

                                                                                                       Little Butter Thief

                                                                                                    Have pity on us. Will You?