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Rameshwaram it is, Where the intellect was born, Brilliance personified, Treasure of knowledge, Curiosity is space, Efforts are the missiles, Pride of India, A true son of the soil, Far from riches, Humble He was, Values and virtues, Deep within,
You are not history, You are the victory. You were even not selected in air force, But you commanded all armed forces. You had a vision, You completed impossible mission. You are not only a guide, You are india’s pride.
He Ignited Minds of many, And gave them Wings of Fire, His life portrayed many a Turning Points, Having said this, Even I want to be a Kalam! Through his vision – India 2020 He aimed to Target 3 Billion,
Where he fixed the features of his mental image what he thought and what tells vividly his visage He planned a journey of progress for present to start When his country would cover that with spirit of heart In future
Gifting his ‘ Wings of Fire ‘ to the gen. next The angel has taken flight to regions unknown . Standing tall in the midst of admiring youths Kindling their minds with the light of knowledge Inspiring them to dream
Flashing TV images Condoling messages Innumerable memories Anecdotes and tributes Exchange of smiles and tears Days of mourning And minutes of silence A beautiful soul A brilliant mind A humane heart A smiling face A charismatic style A humble demeanor
Insane I turn around an amputee to live, for not living fighting the inner war speared, lacerated, like neanderthal in cave my weapon the serrated moon cried in fluted dark a glimpse of bare bones the ash of a bleeding
About Book Veeransh is a book of Urdu/Hindustani poetry that puts forth powerful facets of human sensibility. Each poem makes one ponder over the inherent honesty that is often overlooked in the chaos of life. Artfully segregated into sher, ghazal,
सुदृढ़ काया हंसमुख वादन औसत कद, ललाट पर लहराती श्वेत केश की लटें उसकी पहचान बनतीं, अचक, अचंड, अछल, अडिग, अटल अभिलाषा, अदग, अथिर, अद्वैत, अद्भुत, विलक्षण व्यक्तित्व – वह रामेश्वरम् में जन्मा, कभी इमली के बीजों को परचून की
Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love
(Trite thoughts on marriage, how it starts and how it lasts) Soulful words that allay and lull the heart Astral ebullience, those moments oft impart… Smiles that hold some mischief, some virtue… Glory and happiness, oaths, a good fortitude. Love
Hatred, anguish, and revenge resonate- through my soul amalgamate- with my reasons to keep going. Deceit has a stench so placid- even before interests and stalemate. Should I withdraw or keep charging? A pawn is a bait- with little leverage
The world’s new code of conduct Misusing of office protocols to suit one’s taste Stocking stolen billions in banks and calling it your hard earned money A sweet temptation destroys people’s integrity is it’s goal Causing poverty as you milk
The days are rushing by Leaving no option to turn around the time by Everything is mashing and smashing out of order Leaving a relinquished agony in the heart That aches more when thought about the past…. I wanna run
Was busy carving out the white clouds like stanzas, unflawed. Now I begin to fall apart. No meaning was left in a drink. You could see only your image drowning in a scented charity. At last I am watching myself.
Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,
You said it was a sin to trade for the hunger. I was looking into your eyes, something was amiss, tears had become stones. How long your breast was carrying this despair? You said it was a crime to hold
My beloved I always remember Once my soul Had taken a ride On a marital-bliss river Jubilant nothing or no one Could put us asunder. But after I learnt You have sown mistrust On the fertile ground Of my heart
Angelic, able-bodied and adventurous amateurs aimed awkwardly at associates after attempting another assassination. Beleaguered, beaten and broken beasts barely breathing; bathed in beautiful basins. Begging became boasting beyond borders and busty brides blushed before being bought by bashful brutes. Camps
when young death is unheard when grown up death appears mystery when at ripe age death appears real When health deteriorates death knocks at your doors You either surrender or try to escape when you surrender you are no more
Hindsight of the past 3 years, Reveal the growth of a new face. The first instance of accidental “touch”- Perhaps Fate knocking on our doors. There onwards, The pages of my journal Were crusted with memoirs That stirred the soul.
What was about this face? Between mirage and actuality? A fireball was coming towards you. You upturn the underside, wanted to taste the blood and get argasm. The statues were posing nude. Mothers were clad in leaves. Fruits were the
Your lips were me. I wanted a kiss which never came. Insertion of a word, was committed my wings took a flight for anonymity. To keep suffering alive truth was accepting the hurts. I was not speaking for myself. Who
Knee deep in snow I walk. Listening to the wind in the trees, flying snow everywhere. Silent the sound. Just the rustling of tree limbs flying snow. I walk through the forest cleansing my my mind. Squirrels in the trees
Coexisting with division is not existing at all Multi colored multitudes must stand tall Your little one’s future depends on you Your eyes can no longer refute what is true Justice for all or justice for none Actions are a
Stammering quarrel with classical fluidity, fails to measure the uncertainty. I was finding my rocks, that chunk of certainty in midstream, when you were not sailing with me. The wait, stirs high the separated pain. Boat capsizes on high sea,
You will be amazed. Look at the western skyline! Back-dropped in a glowing soft pastel peach color. “What’s that?” you ask. The tranquil sound of Nature is what you hear, my friend. The serene honking of Canada Geese mingling with
Sixth sense, a magical phenomena, a super natural phenomena, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord. Each and everyone has got sixth sense; Only those who are spiritually connected to God, Experience the direct perception of truth.
Running, sown with tears of betrayal, a young woman fell helplessly across the tree which lay in the pathway she slowly pushed herself to sit up and to use her sleeve to dry her tears. why did I ever choose
The longer I listen the longer it intrigues The very sound of my voice never disagrees The longer I walk the better my knees The very movement and vigour keeps me physically pleased The longer I concentrate the longer my
A story can tell, what no one else can show A story shares feelings, that stay hidden away. A story can mean, something no one can understand. A story can give, something only you can receive. A story can show,
The thoughts that remained stiffened for words That abated its desire to be free For foster feelings that could not hold release Finally attempts a cross over To be seen if not for its worth of wait Then, for the