Prisoners

For ages they are in prisons,

Chained with flowers, candle sticks,

We worship them inside lifeless bricks,

For days and nights, months and seasons.

They are so high above the ground,

We can’t reach them when the world makes a sound,

It’s time to do things anew,

We just need to free ourselves, walk a step or two.

They’d now like to be free,

Be with us, think and play,

Work in us in every minute of the day,

We need to let them do this you see.

How strange is the mind,

Those who empower us to be wealthy and kind,

To keep them so far from the land,

Not to bring them down;
and let them be with the earth and the sand?

Let us now keep the destroyers and killers there,

It's hard on the mind;
But let's worship them with love, respect and care,

We’d never apply them in our lives again,

Like we never did those prisoners’ prayer.

I am responsible

I am responsible for the wars around me

For inside there’s horror that I get to see

With all my love I will kill those wars

Until the time I clear my scars

I have wars battling inside me

Will heal them all let the world to be

I am responsible for Iran, Iraq, Turkey and Afghanisthan

I am responsible for Kashmir and Pakistan

I am responsible for the world in this state

I love to fight and I love to hate

I have wars battling inside me

Will heal them all let the world to be

I am responsible for Uttarakhand

Responsible for the exploitation that’s running there

Will not blame those who are doing this mess

For I also do the same to people in stress

I have wars battling inside me

Will heal them all let the world to be

I look at the world lying inside

It’s full with pain, anger, jealousy, hatred and greed

I promise I’ll clean without fear and pride

Wars will be gone with all its need



Inspired by many spiritual leaders

scarcity

Two-third is water.

It is full of vibration.

Everywhere flows light, air is free,

Endless lands to plough.

True is false and false is true
Facts attack with figures not so new

Water is scarce,

Light is still not for all,

The earth we say is incapable

Of producing good enough food without fertilizers!

True is false and false is true
Facts attack with figures not so new

There are no lines, no range,

What differs is the weather so strange,

In the foolproof whole where we stay

Is unsafe still without borders, like yesterday.

True is false and false is true
Facts attack with figures not so new

How prosaic is the Intelligent mind?

That mistrusts all, so not to find

In the round, a ground for us to rock and roll?

Has flattened with the hammer for a hole!

Scarce we’d like to show and see

Has become our lone destiny!

True is false and false is true
Facts attack with figures not so new

We want us all in the game.

Be a bit of a fool to see.

Scarcity is nowhere in the frame.
The mind clicks and we set it free.

All or none

For as long as we have lived so far,

There has been no dearth of anger and war.

Strategies chalked out has the intelligent mind,

To outwit the enemies of any kind.

Now for the years we are here to live,

Come up with a strategy for peace for a change;

War has been so clever and alive,

Peace would seem a little strange.

We spent gallons of oil and kilos of gold,

We let it win and become so bold;

Let’s spend some time to think of peace,

Let’s see how clever we can be on this.

Let’s not blame the days now gone,

Of sadness and hatred that were reborn,

Boring it was, now play a different game,

To see that war is but a little name.

In the borders where people fear

Standing with arms aiming at the sky

Doves be there from close and near

We’d hear them clap see them fly

We have a say

Dum, dum.

beats the drum.

There plays the flute

On the rainbow route.

We have passed through many ages,

The old, the new and other grinding stages;

Now has the time for peace,

Come unto us with lives that went amiss.

Dum, dum.

beats the drum.

There plays the flute

On the rainbow route.

Arms, arms, arms, and more of arms,

They are all lying still in silent museums;

People come and look at them in wonder,

There was a time these were used from the back, above and under.

Dum, dum.

beats the drum.

There plays the flute

On the rainbow route.

Now we have arms only to stretch,

Profit and wealth, growth and freedom,

Are reaping here to fetch

Health, peace, friendship and wisdom.

Dum, dum.

beats the drum.

There plays the flute

On the rainbow route.

The pied Piper has come back,

To give back the children to their root;

There plays the drum with the flute in the track

Of the rainbow route.

Peace? How did it come!

Everyone knows, and all have a say;

The drums are beating dum, dum,

The flute playing away.

good

I am a good parent, not the best,

Am happy being good when I am with the rest.

Not the best, am a good spouse and a child,

I am not alone, to leave others in the wild.

The language I speak, the food I eat,

Are just as good, worthy for a treat.

My country's not the best, but good enough for me,

I love it all the more, let others live and be.

Good is good enough, a friend is any me,

It's okay to be good, the magic’s here to see.

Good is the World a bit ahead of none,
Endless is the fun for us to win as one.

Borderless day

We want an interdependence day

When borders melt and differences cease,

We live without fear, with ease

We meet, smile, laugh and play.

Days that talk of the past

In the flags that flutter in the sky,

Are gone, not to overcast

Us anymore with anger and wry.

We belong to the world

Patriots of countries we’re out

Of the orders so bold

Cross limits strong and stout

With a simple flag that dances to say,

We want a borderless day.

Wars have gone into the past

Now it’s peace that’s to stay,

We want interdependence to last

With a single flag on the borderless day!

The blue-eyed

I wish my profession so tense

To disappear from the world;

Don’t want any honour, pretence

It’s not worth my blood.

Let the countries fight,

For right or for wrong

I don’t want to miss the flight

My anger’s not so strong.

Why should I kill someone

I don’t even know?

I have my family, my loved ones

My children want to grow.

We’re fighting on and on

Like morons in this world,

Wars for years reborn

And Peace is just a word!

When fighting sordid wars

Soldiers bleed and die

Leaders call us stars

That had fallen from the sky!

We don’t want these honours

To die dull and distinct

Wish like hunters

Our profession go extinct.

When you are

At the desk, when you are reading,

Your right hand goes slowly to your nose

Postures to bring it to your lips so close,

I know you are involved with the book.

Your eyes so clear with the radian look

When you are writing,

I know you are engaged with what you are creating.

When you are angry, silly I know you are hungry,

I get you some of your favourite food

To see you back in your winsome mood;

When you are doing the daily chores

I try to offer my willing hand,

I do wrong things so right, in millions of scores

To get your not-so-patient stand;

When you are asleep

With hands on my comfort rest

I see my garden I’d guard and keep

The heaven's alive, in my little nest.

At the ice-cream shop

You were licking the hard cold bar

A drop of milk slipped from your lips,

It had to strip on the ground,

You smiled and looked around…

When the hard brown layer

Mutely cracked…

You took it in your messy mouth

Chewed it hard with little care…

By the time, the lines of white began

Crawling down your fingers

You were confused…

Whether to tongue them,

Or the melting bar;

You jumped out of your self polite,

To clear it clean, with all your might…

At the ice-cream shop, my eyes met you first

From a little far

Muscles melted in the pretty sight.