Xanadu

There is a wonderful place
Filled with joy and grace
Birds sing song at dawn
Flowers bloom in the lawn
The grass is green everywhere
The famine or draught is nowhere
The place is called Xanadu
So said a wise man in blue
Its somewhere near horizon
Across the danger zone
There are big monsters on the way
To capture and move you away
You have to believe yourself
To turn the danger into relief
The place has gifts umpteen
Reach out don’t just see it in dream

My dream

In dreams I saw a dream
Which kindled my emotional stream
I dreamt of impossible
Which I always believed feasible
I dreamt of walking to the horizon
And become the aura of rising sun
I don’t know the road that leads to horizon
It remains a mystery unknown
I can see this dream vacillating
Or am I hallucinating
I thought of a possible lead
I ended up in a deadlock instead
The dream now looks impossible
Maybe it was never feasible
Yet I see the horizon and the rising sun
Burning my heart, arousing the passion

sitting on seashore

Sitting on seashore I see the horizon
I think of the days bygone
I think of the dreams I have been seeing all along
The dreams I had seen at night
And the dreams I had seen in bright daylight
I think of the dreams I forgot at dawn
And I think of the dreams I chased till noon
Some proved themselves the boon
Others deserted me like ripple soon
Now sitting on seashore I see the horizon
And I think of the days bygone
I think of the days I feel dear
And I think of the people who were near
The summer holidays and all its sizzles
The festive season and its entire dazzle
I think of the days when I slept like lazy
And I think of the days when I worked like crazy
Some shacked me with laughter
Others pierced me and made me tougher
Now sitting on seashore I see the horizon
And I think of the days bygone

Stream to River

Breaking all barriers, stream of water
Moves out of mountain to become a river
Circumventing path through mountains
Even cutting a few stones
Emerging as mere fountain
Keeps striving to become a river and meet ocean
When everything surrounds its way
Creating barricade and stopping its flow
It jumps down the mountain believing its ability
Hence nature rewards it with immense beauty
Having crossed hurdle of mountain
It finds itself in beautiful plain
The stream of water can not hold its giggle
It has found its dream with struggle
Nature is all amazed at its flare
The stream has finally become the river

Strategy in uncertainty

Confusion and uncertainty
Are the grounds of fertility
At first it sounds stupidity
But there lies opportunities in ambiguity
Keep looking for the change in vicinity
Think hard at all possibility
Weed out all lethargy
And come up with nice strategy
Though everything will be set and look alright
You will have to wait till the time is right
When wind of change blow
Jump into the wagon and ride the flow
With right knowledge and skill pool
Entrepreneurial insight will create something cool

यूँ कदम बढ़ा की बुलंदियों को छू जाए
मौत भी अब ना रास्ता रोक पाये
नीकलते ही राह मैं ठोकर खाई है अभी
नभ की तरफ़ नीगांह हैं तब भी
चल के गीर्ना और गीर के चलना
ऐसे ही तो सफर है कटना
तो क्या हुआ जो राह मैं फीसल गए कदम
कभी तन्हाई या गम का हो ना आलम
थक के हारना ना कभी
जूँझ कर मंजील तक पहूँचेंगे तभी

इस काली अंधेरी रात मैं इक रोज सब खो जाना है
तुझे भी ऐ मन इक रोज जग छोड़ जाना है
क्यूँ व्यर्थ परेशान है तू
इस जींदगी का पूर्ण आधार है तू
अभी तो तिमिर मैं ज्योत जगाना है तुझे
जंग मैं जीत पाना है तुझे
इस जंग मैं ढाल बन खड़ा होना है तुझे
सावधान रह की इस मशाल की आग ना बुझे
कुछ खरोंचों से ढाल ना टूटी है कभी
तीर और तलवार क्या मौत से भी जूझना है अभी
रह आश्वस्त की हर बधी को पार कर जायेंगे हम
तभी तो जग को रोशिनी से भर पाएंगे हम
हौसला अफ्साही से कदम बढेंगे जब भी
गम क्या मौत भी लौट जायेगी यूँ भी

In the cosmos

In the whirlpool of cosmos
Amidst the order and chaos
Man keeps looking for utopia
Wishing to earn the cornucopia
Unaware of Time’s twists and turns
Man keeps pushing in spite of burns
Holding fast his belief
Not stopping to search relief
In the endless quest of self
Man keeps trying beyond himself
The tired body shatters down
Still keeps moving on without a frown

Canvass of life

Life is a blank canvass to be filled with color
Some are given brush of talent and competence
Others have to rely on hard work and patience
Whatever be the tool
Canvass must be painted and live life to full

When God handed the canvass and color in our hand
Some took action and some waited for instruction
Some filled it with bright color stripes
Others chose pale and dull strokes
Whatever be the choice
Canvass will shine and smile with poise

There are no good or bad portraits
These are just the reflection of our deeds and traits
So somewhere someone is making some choice
To some it leads to sorrow and to some rejoice
Whatever be the reason
Magic canvass will cheer with passion

New Year – Times way

The clock keeps ticking hour and minute
The calendar keeps changing date and year
Everything keeps moving round and round
Time does not like this bound
A twenty-four hours cycle changes days
A three hundred sixty-five days cycle changes year
Everyone rejoice and celebrates the change
Time finds it strange
Not understanding time’s view
I asked him for his purview
He first laughed at my ignorance
Then answered showering his fragrance
Celebrate every day and moment
Without waiting for change of year statement
For time every second is special
So celebrate it with smile and compassion