Death is complex

If you are at a funeral of ancestors
Don’t cry your tears
Just imagine, what would have been
If the event was of our successor
However, it would hurt in both events
Where the soul rent of body has just ended
But you are lucky enough if you are not putting fire
On the dead body of your heir;
I don’t mean our predecessor death is acceptable
But if we had not to choose one then former is worse than later
But again I say none is better
The topic of death is complex, let us discuss life, it is simpler.

So you think so you reap

If a crow flew over your head
And you fright something bad may happen
It may, so keep your brain in check
And make nothing of this ill omen
For thoughts are powerful enough to manifest
‘So you think so you reap’ has already been said

And if a cat crosses your way
And you vex for this trivial act
You will feel less blessed
So don’t believe on your wish getting unfulfilled
Believe your thoughts that should constantly treat
With thoughts like ‘so you think so you reap’.

So also think of those animals and birds
They have equal rights to fly and cross
So don’t get annoyed of superstition
More than war, it has cause harm to person
Hence, ‘so you think so you reap’ 
Superstitious thoughts are to whip, rational thoughts are to keep.

Retreat in Head

Perhaps a philospher has told retreat’s not in the hills
But its about how you make yourself feel.

Full Moon Evening

Moon in the east
Sun in the west
We view both
With the zest

Birds return to their nest
Evening at its best
Children gleefully played
And adult staired to see the sunset

Old people march their gait
Neighbors relinquish their hate
And start to talk about events
Love spread among new mates

What an evening we’ve had
Nobody seems sad
All are happy enjoying tiny matters
In mad-city everybody’s finer.

Evening Birds will find their Nest

Parents don’t forget their children
Mates do remember their friends
Lovers adore their sweethearts
As soldiers remember their land.

God bestow blessings on humans
Humans provide respect to god
An agriculturist remembers his harvest
As seeds adore the mud.

Birds in the evening find the nest
Labourers in night are gifted with rest
Patients are provided with doctors
As infant seeks for mother’s breast.

However all are not filled with luck
While traitors do forget their motherland
Some seeds doesn’t suit with land
And some infants are forgotten by parents.

But there is maximum chance
For evening birds will find their nest
And laborers are blessed with rest
And this is why some humans love god- the friend.


Never get bore
While you are at home
For it’s the ultimate place we want to be
Family members is whom we want to see.

At the end of the day
When we are tired
It is our parents, wife and children who’d reward
With laughter, joy and happiness.

However there may be gloom and tears
That is why we need family to share
Our feelings and express them in honest words
Then they will advice us highest words like verse.

For home is the heaven
And Gods are in the form of divine parents
So we should all respect and love our family
For departing from our sanctuary is sure- though permanent or temporarily.

Grand father’s words to my father on home:

Home is not made home by the size of it
But of how many family members smile lit
Home is not made home by the big compound  and cars
But of family members residing in peace not in wars.

There have been palaces of cries and loss
But hut in squatters filled with mirth
Though people in hut live in dearth
They borrow money and goods not characters of cuss.

Home is where we snuggle in safety
Though it’s clean, dim, bright or dirty
So we must reside in our home like royals
For palace be in cool place or boiling vales.

Home has its own tales
The bigger storied house bigger the story
Is just disproportionate
Even rented apartment has story to tell

And at last, Home is not just a place to live on
It is where nation’s future is decided on
So behave yourself in your haven
And build your character among the eleven.

If all Mom were Barbers

If mom were barbers
Daily if not weekly
Guys had to trim hair
And couldn’t keep the beard.

By the look of face
All society would seem same and kempt
As girls and boys could only be differentiated
By the length of the hair

If mom were barbers
Don’t expect they would not charge fee
For occasional threading, they have to visit beauty parlour
And the service there is also not for free.

So mummys would be self employed
But barbers in town would go unemployed
And anyway fathers would not feel happy
For to pay moms, sons have to ask father’s money

And our unmarried sisters would be intern
For they would also need money in future
So let barbers be barbers and mom be mom
Else we will have to deal with hair in our lunch
Or worse fathers may take the course of beautician.

Father and Mother

A gardener provides with plant and flower
A restauraneur feeds with food and water
A doctor services with his medical expertise
But mothers perform all of these.

A locksmith mends the lock and keys
A farmer plants ladyfinger and also the peas
A plumber repairs and fixes pipe
Our fathers also engage in these day to day life.

Despite as an adult and their pride and prestige
I don’t perform these above duties
I only provide my family with sermons
As I am the priest of the battalion.
So, I don’t go for war
I only bless my pupils.

A bird

I donot know the song
But I hum the music
I donot know sports
But I represent my country.

I don’t know to dance
But I flow my body
I am not a musician
But I am aware of the music.

I am not a wind
But I whiz in space
I don’t play in movies
But I perform acting.

I am not a god
Although I provide blessings
I am not human either
I am bird who is constantly flying.