How to live

Stray off, wander away.

In the safety of risks, make your way.
Do not follow blindly
Always, keep questioning silently
Keep alive the child inside

A Little Poem

“The bird that flew the highest
Captured my glance
I spotted it amongst the clouds
By a mere chance
She drifted in the skies like clouds
Almost in a dance
I watched her disappear far away
And stood in a trance.”

– sahar

Love In The First Degree

I once thought of love as a prison,

A place I didn’t want to be,
So long ago I’ve made a decision
To be footloose and fancyfree.
But you came and I was so tempted
To gamble on love just one time,
I never though I would get caught,
It seemed like the perfect crime.
Baby, you left me defenseless,
I have only got one plea,
Lock me away inside of your love
And throw away the key.
I am guilty of love in the first degree.
I thought it would be so simple,
Like a thousand times before.
I’d take what I wanted
And just walk away,
But I never made it to the door.
Now, babe, I am not begging for mercy,
Go ahead and throw the book at me,
If loving you is a crime I know that I’m
As guilty as a man can be.
Baby, you left me defenseless,
I have only got one plea,
Lock me away inside of your love
And throw away the key.
I am guilty of love in the first degree.

– Alabama

Govinda’s Disciple

FAR BELOW FLOWED THE GANGA,QUICK AND CLEAR,ABOVE
FROWNED THE JUTTING BANK.
HILLS DARK WITH THE WOODS AND SCARRED WITH THE TORRENTS
WERE GATHERED AROUND.

GOVINDA,THE GREAT TEACHER,SAT ON THE ROCK
SCRIPTURES,WHEN RAGHUNATH,HIS DISCIPLE,PROUD
OF HIS WEALTH,CAME AND BOWED TO HIM AND SAID,
“I HAVE BOUGHT MY POOR WEALTH,UNWORTHY OF THY ACCEPTANCE”

THUS SAYING HE DISPLAYED BEFORE THE TEACHER A PAIR OF GOLD
BANGLES STUDDED WITH COSTLY GEMS AND EMERALDS.
THE MASTER TOOK UP ONE OF THEM ,TWIRLING IT ROUND HIS FINGER,
AND THE STONES STARTED DARTED SHAFTS OF LIGHT.

SUDDENLY IT SLIPPED FROM HIS HAND AND ROLLED DOWN THE BANK
INTO THE WATER
RAGHUNATH JUMPED INTO THE WATER

THE TEACHER SET HIS EYES UPON HIS BOOK,AND THE WATER HELD
AND HID WHAT IT STOLE AND RAN ITS WAY.
AT SUNSET RAGHUNATH CAME BACK.

HE BEGGED HIM TO SHOW HIM THE PLACE WHERE IT FELL.
THE TEACHER TOOK THE OTHER BANGLE AND THREW IT IN THE WATER
SAYING”THERE IT IS”

– Rabindranath Tagore

Excited

Excited and Anxious 

Is all I am today 

As I journey to the next step

I don’t know it’s up or down ? 

What tomorrow awaits

Is all that remains 

For the long lost past

And the present

is merged into now

A Familiar Face

In between bustling crowds

Undercover of faith’s shrouds

Beneath cunningness of touts

In the sadness of smiling clowns

I come across a familiar face

In dim poverty stricken eyes

Through my beloved‘s lies

In the echoes of faint cries

Upon the starry night skies

I come across a familiar face

In dark corners and alleys

In deep gorges and valleys

In harangues of political rallies

Between the lines of dailies

I come across a familiar face

In jungles and mountains

In ever flowing fountains

In sunlight and in rains

In a dying fire’s flames

I come across a familiar face.

  • Sahar

On a Tuesday.

College was too much fun

Learning, Ah! that we did none.

Smoked the days away

Made the nights stay

And now nights shall fly

And the days shall be dry

I look up, I see a cloudy blue sky

The hint of the rains is nearby.

— Sahar