The secret spell

Life is a known spell
Blend of a secret recipe
Simplest of all to see
Hardest of to excel

A simple smile
A heart full of joy
And a pinch of happiness
Make the spell magical

Mysteries and miseries
Are the muse of life
Love and care 
Are the rhythm of life
This sweet portion
Is magical than magic
And the life of life

But the' will'the key of life
Is enough to guide and misguide
Courage and discourage
And seldom to break the cauldron
Of magical portion

Love and care the universal healers
Which enriches with time
As red wine
Thee secret spell
Leads life forward
With spitting sparks of hope

The golden thread

It's an invisible golden thread
Woven special
For the silk of love
Which bind hearts together

Alas!-The thread is now in threat
The silk is in danger
The human mind
Is now controlled by an error comment

 Somewhere the souls are killed
For the head of a cow
Somewhere people are burned
In the name of being born in a different blood

The culture is forgotten
Or the world have changed
Here people have lost their liberty
To write, eat and even to sleep peacefully

Somewhere, even the big sun rise in fear
There a bomb rewrote the story of many life's
The great morning which they began with new hopes
Was ceased by a throne of tear

And somewhere
Lone sitting in a room
I scatter these words
Totally baffled
Of these odd happenings

The invisible golden thread
That harmonises must exist stronger than ever
The muse of harmony
Must play high in every streets




 


                                     

Wild Garment

She is a wild garment
Tore for others

With a deep trench in her heart

She smiles for the world

Before the sun up

She rises& and light up the world

With the light of her heart

No proletariat, no singer, no chef,

No one, no one can resemble her

  

The serene  snake

Who swallowed 

Human heart

Is a little child

For her

The destiny

Which have ruined the prettiest creations

Is a toy story for her

She remains tranquil though thunderous

Her voice is calm

Though it's in the zenith of bursting

  

Sacrifice has become her duty

Work has become her game

Tears are a part of hear

Still a pleasing smile

Drifts from her lips

Even when she is crumpled in berserk hands

Even when is trodden under cunning feet

Her heart beats for others

Her hands move for the world

For the world

For the people

She lives as a molten rock

A wild garment

Tore for others

Where is India going to???

To the progress or an another conflict, all people are great devotees of God here, but they simply choose the way to evil.our India is independent, here every person has the freedom to eat whatever he wish, dress however he like , worship which ever god he trusts and after all express his opinions, but today's wild India is a threat for the development of our nation, but how can our nation even think about development when they are busy with all other junk matters like this?.Is eating beef or killing an innocent sinner?
                   The religions are sacred, they should only guide people to be better, not this worse.My nerves are flooding with blood hearing all these................may India not change to the country of devils,