Love all to dole smile

Happy owl can't bear blue eyes,
like a man in penury, for money, dies.

Money keeps man's morass respiring,
like a death dumps us in dungeon gasping.

Love dies if not cared once,
like a flower fades facing sun.

Love all to dole smile,
like a journey never ends in mile.

Slow-Down

I do not know, I am in or out,
I do not know, now my doubts.


Losses in US made us lost,
Loses in us lesson our cost.


Am I something without US?
Am I nothing to India's success?


Bug is new to be curbed,
alas! its we, for it to curb.


Slow-down is there on my face,
of my every hope and HIS grace.

RACE

Indulging in the race we run,
hiding our tears hoping for new sun.

its never ending journey, be sailing,
in the strange rooms of men, plotting.

cast laughter all over in this yard,
make people feel, nothing is hard.

wishing you a very smiling 2009
hope now onwards everything will be fine.

Freedom

I weep now for sometime,
as again we are in that time.

Losing the emotional essence, my tears,
my eyes becoming pale are in fears.

Bapu left us alone amidst a brutal time,
giving us freedom giving up his life time.

Bhagat's death talking, fell asleep,
learning loyalties falling in ash's heap.

The howls of then, have come down now,
for they know its impossible all now.

Freedom for us is not defined yet,
freedom for us is not there to get.

Cruel laughters live in all,
leaving even fence of frauds at all.

My INDIA is great for me,
My INDIA is safe for me?

After All Its A Heart, Getting Hurt Is Its Art

After all its a heart,
getting hurt is its art.

eyes sleep in sorrow,
beating banes to swallow.

mind turns in slow,
getting ego's blow.

after all its a heart,
getting hurt is its art.