Moon – always shining

Moon may not look so beautiful,

together with the dark blotch;

is still always joyous and soulful,

and the most beautiful, the deeper we watch..

Enthralling it looks over the clouds and the sky,

someone pinned over an suit, a tie and a broch;

stunning it looks always, if it smiles or cry,

and always the most beautiful, the deeper we watch..

May come the new moon with nothing to shine,

Still hides inside but never it does chuck:

Comes fresh start, soothing as the red wine,

and looks the most beautiful, the deeper we watch..

Wake up and shine again like the moon,

Life shall be dancing again, pretty soon;

Moon is always there, maybe we cannot get a catch,

Just keep shining, as if it’s there to have a watch..

[Poem] Sun and the Moon

Moon is so amazingly blessed,
like a princess adorably dressed,
loved by the stars of all kind,
still makes the sun spellbind…

Over the clouds and the sky it rise,
everyday the sun dies, with open eyes,
Not showing sacrifice nor sympathy to create,
in love it dies to let her breathe…

Envies the mountains for love so deep,
gives same love and never sleep,
stands tall for people climbing,
and sun’s heart has a warm glowing…

Learn to love, like the moon and the sun,
unconditional, fearless, lovely and fun,
blessed will be everyone very soon,
like the sun, stars, mountains and the MOON…

Yaadein.. Memories in the clouds

Khule aasman ke neeche chalte Jana yaad aata h,
Taaron ke neeche so Jana yaad aata h..

Ajeeb dastak h waqt ki,
Bachpan cheen le gaya ab sukoon lene aaya hai,
Waqt ki kabhi parwah Nai Karna yaad aata hai,
Taaron ke neeche so Jana yaad aata hai..

Aashiyana bana liya patthar maati mila kar,
Maa ki gaud me bina chat ke sukoon se sona yaad aata h,
Taaron ke neeche so Jana yaad aata hai..

Khule aasman ke neeche chalte Jana yaad aata h,
Taaron ke neeche so Jana yaad aata h..

[Poem] Her eyes say yes

Her eyes say Yes, her lips say No.
Ah, tell me, Love, when she denies,
Shall I believe the lips or eyes?
Bid eyes no more dissemble,
Or lips too tremble
The way her heart would go!

Love may be vowed by lips, although

Cold truth, in unsurrendering eyes,
The armistice of lips denies.
But can fond eyes dissemble,
Or false lips tremble
To this soft Yes in No?