Wish

I am siting by the window
Thinking of a fairy,
Who will come and
Change the world
With garden full of lillies,
And, will vanish all bad things.

She will change the people’s outlook,
And will make them forget
The horrifying past.
I hope that she comes soon and
Makes the world a peaceful place again.

White

He plucked a flower white and pure,
And breathed in her fragrance with his eyes closed,
Kissed her... She blushed and her petals shook...
Alas! The dream lasted till a thorn on her stalk
Pricked him... He cursed her
And threw her to the ground!
The white flower was sullied with mud and blood,
Her petals, once wet with his love,
Now drooped in thirst...
Her being stooped from shame...
Now she’s no more like she had been once...
Now she’s stale, she’s fading,
And, soon she’ll die
On some mound uncared she’ll lie...!

Humanity

This picture was taken from one of the slums in Bangalore. Actually I dont prefer putting up the pictures of unpreviledged children in anywhere. But this picture keep reminding me about the humanity. Therefore I dedicate this poem to all the kids who live in slum and request you give a helping hand .

HUMANITY
Humanity a divine quality
To save man from cruelty,
Providing a shelter of love to all,
The rich, the poor, the big and the small.
But today, it has been lost,
Amidst bloodshed and violence
Which can gain be rekindled,
Through peace and benevolence.
Man is mortal,
But immortal are his innovations,
And it is humanity,
That glorifies his unique creations.
Thus, humanity i like a blooming rose,
That spreads its aroma in the air,
Filling it with sweetness galore,
For everyone, 16 love and share.

Precious

There is only one thing that is precious to me. This picture was taken during my 1st semester of postugraduation. With all my classmates one of the unforgetable time oh.... no..one of the 'precious' time........

Precious
Let him sleep who sleeps...

Time passes ahead avoiding him,

Let him labour who labours...

Time is pushing him ahead.
And he who awakes shutting his eyes...

Don’t gaze at him,Time runs far away...

Leaving him alone behind;
Time values him, who values time,

And that’s the rule...

That makes lifeSplendid and wonderful.

Heights

This picture is taken from the border of Tamilnadu and Kerala. This is one of my favorite picture. This picture has won first in a photography competition and I have exibited this for almost four times therefore this keep reminding me of heights.

HEIGHTS
As the crimson hue of the sky

Made its way through the gloom,
The breathtaking view that greeted me

Basking in the glorious sunlight,

Made my thumping heart skip a beat...

The silver clouds skipping the peaks,

The huge blue mountains

Endeavouring to touch the sky,

A never ending clump of trees

Heving from side to side,

Yet never giving way to the storms to pass by;
A stream swiftly flowing by-

The water, clear and pure,

Reflected the sky

IDENTITY
Do rivers have an identity? If you take a bucket of water from the river it is called just "water". But when it flow through a specific territory like Brahmaputhra then it is called the "Brahmaputhra" when it reach the ocean it changes its identity as you see in the above pictures which has taken from Tamilnadu.In the first picture you can see the river joining to the ocean where it changes its identity. Infront of my eyes the river changes its muddy colour and joined the mighty ocean within a fraction of second and a question remain within me. Who am I?

Flowing in the river of

Uncertainty and sorrows,

Once i asked the green valley

And the silvery stream!Who am I??

The clouds of depression and failure

Were still in the sky beyond me,

Lonliness was my only companion!

I asked the un endurable silence, around me

Appeared like a demon,Desiring to swallow me!

Who am I? I asked the red Sun,

Rising above the horizon!

Who am I? Someone whispered into my ears.

“Your existence is your identity!”

It was none but my shadow!!

PAIN

This picture creates a feeling of pain deep within my heart. I dedicate this poem to these little ones who fill their little stomach by feeding others.

Oh! dear you
implores my heart
and explores my strength,
squeezes my heart
and pierces my soul

Taught me the lessons of life
Rendered me the power
And took me to realities
With endurance at its peak