Tag: Poem

1)
How did you find the energy, Mom
To do all the things you did,
To be a teacher, nurse and counselor
To me, when I was a kid?
How did you do it all, Mom,
Be a chauffeur, cook and friend,
Yet find time to be a playmate?
I just can’t comprehend.
I see now it was love, Mom
That made you come whenever I‘d call,
Your inexhaustible love, Mom
And I thank you for it all.
I love you so much!
Happy Mother’s day
to you…

2)
You taught me right
from the wrong
You sat up with me
through the nights so long
on the days when
I was sick and bad.
Today, I just want
to tell you
Mother, it is only you
who understands.
I love you so much!
Happy Mother’s day
to you…

The day for which everyone waits,
It’s mother’s day so come on, decorate the plates
and bring your mates!!
What should I gift?
Think, Think, Think,
Oh, I got the idea of the gift in an eye’s blink.

It was not perfumes,
Because they can cause high fire flames.
It was not a video created on my laptop,
As it felt as if I was giving her a mix of mop and cop.

The simplest idea ever,
Have you not guessed it,
Oh, that means you have gifted never.
It was a bouquet of flowers!

Flowers, which are so beautiful,
Would make my mother’s day delightful.
Looking at it would be so blissful,
When my mother would look joyful.

My mother was so happy when I gave her the bouquet,
She felt as if I had bought her a Chevrolet.
Mother’s Day was very exciting,
Being with my family was so thrilling.

Mother thanked me a lot,
So, I also created a WhatsApp bot.
When the day was over,
Life went on as fast a Range Rover.

When the sun sets
When the night falls
When the fear threats
When the terror hauls.

In the dark times
Mother’s love climbs
To protect her child
Even if the pain is wild.

Always have known
How to love her child
Protecting like the ozone
Even if the cold is mild.

Mother’s love is best in the world
Giving love and getting love is to be earned
Solving the problems in a minute
In the heart a beautiful loving spirit.

Standing for her child in any problem like a rod,
Mother is more than any other god.

Mom you have been a teacher, doctor, caretaker and a role model. Finding anyone like you is very tough. I don’t have words to describe your love, but I can simply say that-
YOU ARE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU!!:)

Yoga is a way of living!
It’s not about standing on your head!
Yoga is not about fitness!
It’s about concentration, meditation…
Yoga absolutely follows Buddha’s eight-fold paths!
Yoga is about right belief, right meditation and right memory!
Yoga is on the earth as humans!
Yoga is in the air as clouds!
Yoga is in water as lotus!
Yoga is everywhere……
Yoga is always close to you…
Going through this noxious ailment Covid-19, we can also boost our immunity by yogic expressions!
You may not believe in magic, but you can believe in yoga!

Vacation,
The best celebration,
No school for weeks and weeks,
Joy at its peaks.

No studies, no class,
All of this has passed,
Bags are left untouched for days,
‘Do what you want’ life says.

Ah! this fun is loved for only a day or two,
The children then miss school too,
Food, friends and teachers are missed a lot,
Home has nothing of that sort.

Classrooms, books, fun and mischief,
The short breaks with their relief.

Stop taking school for granted,
‘We miss SCHOOL’ is chanted.

Then a month feels like a year,
And we wait for the school buses to appear.

Oh God! Listen to our plea,
Bless us and make Covid flee.

The demons under your bed,
Or the colour of death, they said.
The shape of grim and dark
Of nights when the dogs bark.

I ask them, not too much-
“While passing judgments such,
See it through my eyes,
Deceiving all the lies.

Black is beauty, black is calm,
It shows stars on my palm,
There is class when it’s groomed,
Turning heads in the room.

Black is chaos, black is peace,
Intriguing to the one that sees it.

The demons you mention as under the bed,
Are jailed as thoughts inside your head,
They have no colour, they have no shape,

You are as pale as they have made,
See, love is black, black is love,
Only a darker hue can be above.”

King of the beasts, off he goes,
Loud and clear he roars.

Seeing him every animal gets a chill of fear,
He doesn’t mind chasing a deer.

No one dares to come in his way,
You may see him diving in the river in the month of May.

Near the pond, he hides in long grasses or in the hay,
He watches plump deer grazing away.

Wild and fierce are his fang and his claw,
pouncing on a deer he eats it raw.

What a unique animal he is,
That’s why the king of beasts he is.

I come to toil with you again.
You and your cursed village
Of letters and syllables,
Of phrases and metaphors,
Face me, I come to toil with you again.

We find ourselves struck by inspiration
At particularly odd moments,
Or so I’ve noticed, to say the least.

A forlorn corner of an empty room,
A forgotten bench among the groves,
A moment ago, and in the one to come,
Travelling, pacing, waiting, being,
Not quite being.

In half-hearted battles
No one wanted to win,
In the most passionate of struggles,
That see their end before they begin,
But they do begin.

This emotion, perhaps a sin to call it so,
It is filled to no end in futility.
For what is a man without his will?
For what is a man without his purpose?
Into the aging books of history
Do his will and purpose go.

Maybe inspiration yearns to be felt,
It too, after all, needs to be fed
Its fair share of heartache.
Life works in a variety of quotas,
Haven’t you had your fill yet?

Go, struggle. I will join you.
In every moment of your dismay,
In every skipped beat,
I will lend my strength to you
In every war you wage
Against your better judgement.

Let this madness course through you,
As it has through me.
There is no Elysium waiting on the other side,
As you will soon come to see.

I found a forest near a river,
When I went there, I started to shiver.
I realized that it was cold,
“It’s never warm here”, someone told.

There were Teak, Sal and Peepal trees,
There blew a gentle breeze.
There were monkeys, snakes and crocodiles,
There were beehives shaped like hexagonal tiles.

Although there is a lot of interest and mystery,
The jungles live in hurt misery.
A lot of these beauties are being cut down,
Stop this to save the Earth’s crown.