Guddu , almost Genius: to my younger brother.

Guddu , almost Genius: to my younger brother.:  09th October 1991 To, my younger brother, whom I've watched , grow. Healthy mind and mind stronger, moulded beauty with arched br...

to my younger brother.

 09th October 1991

To, my younger brother,

whom I've watched , grow.

Healthy mind and mind stronger,

moulded beauty with arched brow.

The shrine in his mystic eyes,

proves what an angel to be.

His every move and each try,

to get up and move on his knees.

I've found a real companion,

and I've found myself in past.

similar face, one blood, one opinion,

with a couple of lines last.

Best of luck for hardships to come,

In future, may misfortunes be none.

When i wrote this poem my younger brother Faiz was merely few months old.

Festival of colours

8th march 2012, its festival of colours being celebrated in the Indian subcontinent and wherever Indians are. this year coinciding on the woman's day. festival of colour celebrating the colours of life in form of women.




What colours will be there when there would have been no women ? 
( speculation, let it not to be). 

As a child the first colour i saw was that of my mother, pure, radiating, selfless,

and instantly i was painted in her colour.

When my sister was born, i was again painted wit hues of colours, colours of arguments, ego, fights, quarrels and love.

I fell in love, and i still am painted in her colour, deep inside. purest, sacrificing, wanting, waiting, weeping, crying ,  loving, hugging, smiling with her eyes.

My first child, most beautiful daughter, my baby girl I've seen was born, she painted me in her colour. amazing.

There were and are many friends from fairer sex who were there always painting me in their colours.

Then there were my grandmother's, both looking down on me from their abode in heaven, still showering their love, I miss them, But, today i tell them loud that yes i am coloured in some colours you wanted me to have.

Then there was this brave young widowed mother, a queen, who has coloured me in a different manner, as she did to the Indians leading upfront in the first war of independence, way back in 1857, and felling on the battlefield along with her female afghan bodyguards. Queen Laxmi Bai, i salute you, not for bravery you showed, or your valour, or your charisma that made your opposition running coward. but as a composite example of accumulated hues of all colours associated with women.

I happened to hear Mother Teresa @Jabalpur when i was very young, i could not make out much of it then, but today i  have some colour of her WHITES.

There were many women who time and again have proved themselves. Innumerable examples of colours , in all hues, shades and radiance.

i thank all women of the world, those happily married after types, those still waiting, those doing what they love to do, those who are doing what is expected them to do without complaining. 

i pray for the welfare of those women who are unsafe, in any condition. May Almighty help them best. 

On the contrary, i have nothing to say to those women who shed their womanhood and went astray, let there be light for you.

I thank you all who have painted me in the colour i am today. and i love you all in the same manner as i did yesterday or day before or years before. PEACE BE WITH YOU ALL.

wish you a happy festival of colours. and a happy women's day. 

Guddu , almost Genius: nature and you.

Guddu , almost Genius: nature and you.: Every time my eyes praise, the nature that surrounds me. remembering you; to whom i address, true lover silently adoring me. And the l...

withhelding loneliness.

21st october 1991.

To the loneliness withheld with me,
nobody, dear some and close is with me.

For the time first, destiny has refuse'd,
to wee, whose longing for thee,
for the time first crying is the muse,
to me, who's got nothing, but envy.

Then, to attract, a flower has flair,
the same is genuinely for any fair,
but, tis Fair's flair has had me spell bound,
of the feeling of wanting her around,
to thee, i pledge a modest passion,
only for you, in entire nation.

Alas! no hope left, but to extol,
o'er my love, i hear whose toll.

nature and you.

Every time my eyes praise,
the nature that surrounds me.
remembering you; to whom i address,
true lover silently adoring me.

And the lonely vastness of the lake,
shows me how alone i am.
Silent are woods, appearing heart break,
pretending, to rest their world has came.

And the wild fragrance of blossoming flowers,
envelopes my breathless heart with despair.
The rhythmic fall of incessant showers,
tempting, dreaming of those souvenirs.

i felt with nature as being with you,
ever changing impressions of still you.