How beautiful is the sunset,
As it dips below the horizon.
How vibrant its colors,
Red, yellow, orange and crimson.
How beautiful is the sunset,
As it comes to meet the ground.
The beautiful songs of evening birds,
At that time are found.
How beautiful is the sunset,
As it goes below the trees.
Its unadulterated, raw charm
Makes me weak at the knees.
How beautiful is the sunset,
As it welcomes the night.
The sun will come again tomorrow
To make the day bright.
For me was an auspicious date
With pomp and show my parents had to celebrate
With God’s grace one takes birth
My birthday it was, the day I came on Earth
True happiness I wanted to find
I had an idea in mind
Bowing before almighty, I wrote on a page
This birthday let us visit an orphanage
There are children with no families
We must help them I request please
Reaching the place with lots of ice cream, sweets and toys
We find many innocent girls and boys
With a big smile they welcomed
How pleasant they are I hummed
Afternoon it was with a bright shiny sun
Distributing things among children was great fun
They conveyed their thanks and warm wishes
Next birthday I would treat them with nice dishes
You will gain happiness, there will be no loss
Be sympathetic and work for noble cause
Till date me and my parents say for us
It was indeed a very special day
Thank you
Dear owner,
I have been most loyal to you
Served your every command
But my earnings have been pathetically few
Here are some of my polite demands
I work constantly at 14 percent
You refuse me reprieve
Then when I’m supposed to be charged, at night’s end,
You shrug shoulders and fall asleep
I am dropped on all varieties of materials
From water, to marble to concrete
Admittedly, the leather case makes it hard to feel
But I resent being treated like bird’s droppings;
Tossed around from street to street
You might think my complaints are without bite
No lawyer will come to my aid; my own manufacturer won’t bat an eye
I am, but an inanimate object; I have no human rights
But listen here, and listen well to my wails; my cries
I know more about you than your own family
I know your passwords, I know what you do in incognito mode
I know your address, your contacts and where you keep your keys
Your diary, your secrets, your weird obsessions, I have the ability to upload
Signed,
The device currently buzzing in your pocket
The world glows in arbitrary colors…
Reds and blues and yellows and greens
As if the Earth was a canvas for our gods
Even with blotches of paint; end result’s pristine
Playing with powders, perfumes and pigments,
Then, the only color which doesn’t matter, of your skin
For a day, we have water balloons in one hand, pichkaries in the other
With Rangoli on our smiling faces; all hues and tints
People, are like colors
Wonderful, colorful and diverse
We don’t need to sit on fire to triumph over evil
Together, we can make the world better for us
When I began wondering why
I was born under thatched roof,
That wets my weak mat
In raging rainy nights.
Unknown to me mother was behind,
Jolting my grieved lips
With stifling tears jogging down
Which forced my lips with rhetorics.
Why was Blake born in bed?
And Richard raised in roses?
Why was Steven born with silver spoon?
Wasn’t I ever born with a bronze?
As I mumbled these,
She wiped the oceans off her face saying:
‘Their fate was decided
By benevolent spirit’.
Humans build the world,
But you, you create the humans,
The sun gives me light,
But you, you make me bright.
In my every breath
You are hidden,
But in most lives,
You are forgotten.
Although they treat you
As a thrown stone,
To me,
You are the diamond
Called ‘’The Nature’’
blurb of colour
trickle of sound
curbs against
ceramic teeth
open the brain passages alight
hold your breath
and drown in the experience
blurb of colour
stream of cloud
carry me in your
iridescence sound
A day, a week, a month, the heat begins to soar.
Our planet starts to warm,
A day, a week, a month, the ice begins to melt;
Arctic creatures search for food.
A day, a week, a month, it continues to rain.
The roads become a river,
The river becomes a sea,
Less food, less homes,
We all have to change,
The impact on human lives, animal lives, the planet.
A day, a week, a month is the time to change.
The great Night of Shiva falls upon us
A day rumored to be many days at once
The day Lord Shiva married dear goddess, Parvati
Or perhaps the day he drank poison
Emerging from the ocean
The poison which is now stored in his throat
Making him as blue as the skies
If only we had Shiva to drink the poison from the oceans today
Turning blue might not be the only consequence
Of all the plastic stuck in his throat
Or perhaps, it is the day of battle between Lord Shiva and Lord Brahma
When the Creator was cursed for lying with the Ketaki flower
Flowers bloom as the seasons progress
The dance of creation, preservation and destruction is performed
Mahashivrathri
Celebrate the destruction of darkness and ignorance