The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read.
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Dard kaisa bhi ho ankh nam na karo
Raat kali sahi koi gham na karo
Ek sitara bano jagmagate raho
Zindagi mein sada muskurate raho
Baantni hai agar baant lo har khushi
Gham na zahir karo tum kisi per kabhi
Dil ki gehrayi mein ghum chupate raho
Zindagi mein sada muskurate raho
Ashk anmol hain kho na dena kahin
Inki her boond hai motiyoon se haseen
Inko her ankh se tum churate raho
Zindagi mein sada muskurate raho
Faasle kam karo dil milate raho
Zindagi mein sada muskurate raho

HOLI KE RANG ME
KYON SANG–SANG ME
RANG LE HAM APNE MAN KO
RANGO ME RANG LE
BHED NAHI HO JISME
KALE-GORE RANG KA
NA KISI DHARM KA,
NAHI JATIPAN KA
BAS RANG HO INDRADHANUSH SA
HAR RANG KA
KYO KI HOLI PARV HAI
PREM KA,MILAN KA
KHUSHI KA UMANG KA.

I USED TO SEEN ALWAYS
YET ! WHEN I GONE TO THERE,
IN MY VILLAGE,
ALWAYS I MET TO HIM
LIKE A HONOURABLE PERSON,
UNDER HIS SHED,
ON THE BANK OF POND,
WHERE SPEND
THE DAY OF CHILHOOD
BUT DAY ONE,
A LETTER CAME BY MY FRIEND
HE WROTE ,
"IN A HEAVY THUNDER"
THAT HAS GONE,
AFTER A LONG – LONG TIME
THE ANCEINT TREE
"PEEPAL"
IT WAS NOT ONLY A SIMPLE TREE
IT WAS THE HONOURABLE OF
VILLAGE,
ALWAYS PASSEGERS HAS TAKEN REST
BENEATH IT,
LOTS OF NEST WERE SITUATED
IT BRANCHES ,
SOME ONE ALSO HAVE SEEN
THE GHOST OF IT,
REALLY I SHOCKED TO DESTROY IT.

I am the kind of one and only
that's why I am often lonely
It's the price of being at the top
but, contrary I still have this hope
To go even more far ahead
for, I don't want to be among the dead
People shall live, People will die
but I, NO, I will never say BYE
I will leave this world never
for in my works, I will be "FOREVER"

LIKHATA HOO MAI
ES DHARATI PER,
AAKASH PER,
NADI PER, DHAR PER,
PANCHHI PER,KOTAR PER,
TARUON PER, DAAL PER,
HA ! TARUPALLAV PER,
TARUMARMAR PER,
BAHATI ES PAWAN PER,
ES DHOOL PER,ES MITTI PER,
KANKAD PER,PATHAR PER,
SUBAH PER,SANJH PER,
DIN PER,RAAT PER,
JEEVAN PER ,MRITYU PER,
MAHAFIL PER,SAMSHAN PER,
HA ! LIKHATA HOO
JHOPADI ME MAHALO ME
RAHATE US INSAN PER,
CHULHE PER,CHAUKHAT PER,
AANGAN,GHAR DWAR PER,
BACHHADE KO DOODH PILATI
GAIYA KE PYAR PER,
HA ! SHEET PER,GREESHM PER,
BASANT KI BAYAR PER,
PATAJHAD PER, AMARAI PER,
AUR US RASAAL PER,
PANI KE BUND PER,
BUND ME BARASAT PER,
KHETO PER,KHALIHAN PER,
JEEVAN KE ES PAAR PER,
AUR US PAAR PER,
CHAHOO ES DISHA PER,
ES SANSAAR PER,
LIKHATA HOO MAI
LIKHATA HOO
KALAM KI DHAR PER
KALAM KI DHAR PER………….

Wedding Poems