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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
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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
Memories that remind me of you, Get me all teary and blue, Putting at rest all that was gone, I have moved on, Moved on. The feigned vows and sham feelings, Loads of lies and deceitful dealings, Putting at rest
It’s time to leave Far far away from here Go away please There’s no need to fear. Your time has now come Don’t fight anymore There’s nothing to escape from You just need to let go. You must understand, I
Those vicious strikes. Beaten by sticks, a panther dies on moon in midstop. Standing on a bomb digging a tunnel you pay obeisance to the god of war. This sweet revenge for your forefathers? Who could not walk straight in
Firing of neurons accelerates, under the weight of ruthless originalism. A crowd collects the strength of collider and starts throwing back sparks in dark. Each face looks like a spider alighted from alienness: distills terror. The smile was a miracle.
Monologue of a monolith to live in a moment was futile. A young house was in disorder. Not listening, I would find the missing links. Grey ash to be smeared on forehead in horizontal lines for shifting the planets. The
Dear muse, I penned this verse with feather quill, To gently praise your beauty of renown, My words to float aloft your gaze until, They softly kiss your eyes like thistledown. One single thought of you is all I need,
Glad tidings to thee my lady Divine. Thy beauty, thine elegance thy civilised demeanor and graceful charm would each add priceless value to thy dowry. A thousand Princes would contend for thine heart, a thousand more for thine hand in
She worked hard, He worked harder, They both tried, To keep it together… But it was beyond, Their reach, They could not hold on, Forever…! They fought all night long, She ripped all of his letters, He burnt all her
Eight kisses of death and I am alive My chest is still bleeding Come brother, come, stitch my wounds. What shall we believe, rebirth or life after death? Both are study of wasteland. To speak through angels is difficult these
You had an aura of mystery that captivated my heart, Even in my sleep I was allured, indicating your start. Whether it’s the water droplets or ice or snowballs, All bring an immense pleasure, when water falls. Oh Rain!! You
Photo by Nad Renrel Desiring urges of the forbidden rule It’s almost irresistible How much I want to caress his face To kiss his lips softly passionately So hard to hide the desire inside I want to move closer Touch
Behold the scenes unfold herein in the theater of thy mind, Of distant lands and stormy seas or a truth you’re yet to find, While unseen gods and adolescent loves await to take the stage, For Friendly foes and departed
Bones knit, and stretched, and grew, and tendons tightened to the point of breaking, but, for all the pain, I never seemed to grow, much. My father whet his hands with olive oil, from an old bottle, corked with cotton
Chanrashekhar working in an Advocate’s chamber One room insufficient, two are in possession there He jumps from one room to another for nothing Starts talk to clients in one wing, completes in other wing There where the very client is
Surely this is not just that– Brat of imagination Running amok?! I thought I saw a man Cajoling, indulging, Planting plans in my head! Then he disappeared In grey ashes and smoke Left-over embers of silence! Only me talking to
We certainly want to expose The Best side of ourselves To the public To our families and friends To our spouses. We certainly don’t want To let the dark thoughts and Dark desires see The Light of Day. We suppress
Hello, Can anybody hear me? I’m calling out There is only an echo. Hello, Are you out there? I need to hear Someone answer. Hello. Can you feel it? The dark and loneliness Is surrounding me. Hello. Can you touch
She is a cold hearted Walks with random dresses and those messy hairs Her stunning expressions melts the tough hearts She is silly girl with so much class Her character becomes story which cant kept in an any frame She
Handprint of innerself was writ large in your eyes. I hear you in your becoming. Are you me and me are you in sameness? The words and silence? I hope you are listening to the waves, from inside, from outside.
There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.
I am not here to trade anymore the cosmic runes and liquid dreams, as Universe stumbles into its own photons… I am here to renounce my own spectrum with all its refracted words, rhythms and sensationalized perfect imperfections… Yes!… I
Better I not know the truth and remain aloof of the fact, at times it is best to ignore and live just like that. Some truths are painful they cause lot of uneasiness, but ignorance seldom keeps you guarded and
Last night moon was following me discreetly, skirting behind the trees. A white splendor drips, like a dropped coin on poor’s hand. Did you see the blood on roses? The petals were wounded in rain. Casual violence spreads in the
Curled up in the blanket of dim-light hours, Shadows overreach, closing the gap of every enclosing hour. The gentle waft that had me swoon , Drew me into a cup of steaming brew, Lips damp with the brush of froth,
A mother sits by a graveside, Tears rolling from her eyes She doesn’t know the reasons, The what fors or the whys. Men who wear their business suits, Who only care for oil and cash, Sent her son to faraway
Push the world a little harder And bring it closer to the sun. Celebrate each dazzling day Triumph all gorgeous clouds Paint a rainbow on your sky! Who cares about the clouds? When you have got a smile That brings
Ideology of life For every husband and wife Is to be sincere Direct and clear As simple as give So that children live Grow and endure With minds so pure Righteously think right Stars of the night Spreading light to
Somewhere between being expressive and fictitious I got lost. Never did it cross my mind such drama for nuance, Maybe am not that adroit; but lately you’ve been so vexatious, Delving into an endless rest- for a tinge of flattery
A day of birth comes the Joker The world a perfect teacher for the beginner From four to two becomes a humble starter A novice set sail amidst pressure Floating with the tides devoid of disaster A crystal clear mind