A cup of coffee!

A drink from olden golden days.

That has an important role in anyone’s life.

Famous all over the world.

It’s  a cup of coffee.

If you are broken or sad.

Your well-wisher offers you a cup of coffee.

If you’re happy and excited,

You call up your besties for a cup of coffee.

A cup of coffee - offered. 

Wishing you a great morning,

When you wake up from your sweet dreams.

It makes your day as the best day.

New technologies stepped in,

And old technologies stepped out,

But coffee reserved its place in hearts –

In its various kinds and names. 

Someone special in my Heart!

My desperate heart wants to sing a song.

My proud heart wants to praise - singing glory.

My innocent heart wants to chant - to appreciate.

My grateful heart wants to salute - to honor.





               I admire the gardener who nurtured me.

               Who supported me - a weak creeper.

               Who succored me to live with deadly thorns.

               Who fetched sunlight to enlighten me.

A soul - who was made fun of, often,

Still thought of only one thing – ‘support’.

Taught me how to meditate and relax,

And advised me to follow ignorance.

 

A magical dust - who surrounded me,

Inspired me to be smiling always.

Helped to dream and achieve success,

And realize – failure is a proof of courage.

An angel - being far, resides in my heart.

Cried for my wounds, while making me strong.

Made me discover more angels, to be happy.

And never wanted to say goodbye forever... 

Happy Rakshabandhan - My lady!

My eyes can see you gracefully dancing around.
My ears can hear lovely songs sung by you.
You disappear by lightning speed,
When I try to come nearby you.






Do you remember those days?
You - a small baby and I - a school kid.
You had such a pleasing, smiling face.
Even though you were sleeping, I had smiled 

I remember those fights, which seems to be lovely.
One had to push and it is ended with slap by other. 
I wonder - I can raise my hand on you, hardly.
Scholars call it being mature.





Hey! Do you remember our live stage shows?

Western and Salsa made it master-blasters!
The comments still echoes in my ears:
"They are brother and sister - today's performers!"






Whenever we meet, you always love to be with me.
We walk hand in hand, making people around jealous.
You always wanted to be the first one to tie Rakhi.
And I always reserved, nearby wrist - the first space!









I still have the space - that's reserved for your Rakhi.
I wish you could be with me when I tie Rakhi, from you.
But you are so far, and I know you are important for me.
"A blessed happy Rakshabandhan!" is my hearty wish for you!

The Loneliness!

God waived his hand, spoke something.
He designed this world with everything.

We appreciate, "some are good,"
But some are not necessarily be bad.

Would you exclaim why God made man?
If yes - you would not have seen dawn.
If no - stop criticizing the emotion.
Without emotions, man is not a human.

Experience of bad makes good - best.
Hatred makes love - a beautiful gift.
Loneliness - a great creation of God.
Carves in heart 'Love' for being a beatitude.

Loneliness - one of the relation manager.
Helping you to love like baby Christ in manger.
A beautiful angel with you - like a mystery, 
So that you feel the presence of Lord Almighty.

Loneliness - a friend, rather a supporter.
Being in peace for plenty of time - an offer.
Accept its offer - to get valued always,
As you will be valuing all the Souls!

The Cycle – “Why did you do this to me?”

Let it be poor or let it be rich.

Let it be younger or let it be elder.

A single question in all the hearts:

“Why did you do this to me?”

                                 

 

   Some may know the reason or probably not.

    Some may be the victim or probably not.

    Still you will sense the same question…

    Can you prove me wrong?

If it is something good – you’ll find no question.

But if it is not - point of discussion.

I hope not to have those seeds.

Doesn’t a seed produce millions, becoming a tree?

    Oh dear! It’s not funny any more.

     When you will be in the cycle o this question.

     It’s time for you to ask yourselff:

     “Why did I do it to them?”

 

And if it rings the bells of your heart,

 And your eyes flood with tears,

You can destroy the cycle by asking this question:

“Would you please forgive me?”

       But if this cycle is your entertainer,

       I wish you a “Good Luck!”

       I would pray for you, so that you’ll never ask:

       “Why did you do this to me?”

Guide Me, My Love!

Oh my Love, help me please!

My heart whispers always

Questions in my ears.

                What do you feel…?

                How do you sense…?

                 Why do you think you love her?

I close my eyes to meet in dreams.

My lips get together, as no words to express.

And my head bows down with no answers.

                For me, you are the Honey – Bee,

                Which dance around the flower daily.

                Realizing them – “You provide sweet honey!”

For me, you are the angel,

Which cast magical spell,

Who lives in the magical world, looks well.

                I was like the dark clouds,

                That was good for only lightning and thunders,

                But now I only spray the lovely droplets.

I was like the beastly human,

Who never cared for anything or one,

But now I forgot how to ignore one.

 

                Great are your birth-givers,

                As you are the daughter of theirs;

                Casting spell for millions of wonders!

Being grateful, I have only one question.

Dear, why would I be your rejection?

Without you, I would not have got this perfection.

                Oh my love, guide me please!

                My restless heart always whispers

                    Questions in my ears.