The Guardians

Even before opening my eyes
I felt that warmth and protection
Behind the womb of the mother
I was safe.....well guarded

Evil viruses or agonizing dreams
Lost in a fair or lots of despair
Drawn in Confronts or shame by affronts
Beneath the armour of father
I was safe.......well guarded

As my wings become stronger
The guardians push me to go higher
"Learn the cruel rules
May the guardian angel be with you"
I laughed with bloated pride
"Let the angels be with you"

As I grow up learning
Sometimes pain creeps-in the veins
Sometimes darkness penetrates the soul
Sometimes devils start barking in the mind
Sometimes false expectations squeeze the heart


I want to reach behind that safe womb
I want to go beneath that impeccable armour

And then
I could feel in dreams
Guardian angel collecting sorrows happily
Filling the punctured soul by honey

Oh my angel...
This selfish spirit,
needs you tonight
Please visit for a moment
And May the life freeze at that moment........


Written for the guardian angel of everybody...May they visit earth this diwali

Only If I Could.....

The Door through which the stream of dreams flow
Was knocked ....

Stunned was I...
Two starry eyes pleaded

"Create a picture of mine
but I don’t have a dime"

Her wavering pitch black hair
Made the arrogant air
......sublimed

Oh...the forehead was shining
Like the scorching sun whining

The eyebrows were dark and deep
The moon was half asleep

I started getting drowned
in the eyes black-brown

Those moving lips
almost brought an eclipse

The Vibrant shiny earring
Created a whirlwind

To hear her chuckle
The laziest atom of mine...struggles

Midway through the painting
She desired to leave

I will come again
to feel my beauty...she said
only if I could.......
...........................

I never saw that spasmodic creation of mine
Alas.....only if I could



Written for incomplete but a perfect picture


Thanks to Radhikaji for making grammatical corrections

But Seriously....

I was thinking about this from a long time...what shall i write for my 50th entry on this blogspot...how magnanimous this should be...then I got a Birthday gift and I am unwrapping it in front of you...


maine socha ek tohfa dun
tere zanmdin ke aagman par
bahut dhundha par paya nai
kuch aisa jo la sake khushi tere honthon par

janta hun teri khushi hai kahan
par vo tujhe de nahi sakte ham
........magar................
khushi insaan ke dil main hoti hai
man le agar to sanvar jaye tera ghar

teri duniya main to sab kuch hai
khuli aankho se tu dekhe gar
jo pa nahi saka use bhul ja bas
ban jayega fir khushi bhara har manjar

man meri baat tere sapne fir se sajenge
teri duniya main fir se naye phool khilenge
zindagi adhyayon main hi aati hai
iske panne jald hi badlenge

hamare liye to har din tu naya tohfa lata hai
har din fir se janmdin ho jata hai

Zindagi uski hi hai jisse koi aa ke kahe
dekh tere hone se maine kya paya hai
Garmi ki is tej dhup jaisi jindagi main
tu ham doston ka ghana saya hai

Dua itni hi hai abb rab se
rang bhare vo tere sapno main
jitni khushiyan baanti hai tune
Utni hi khushiyan ho tere daaman main



I never thought I was worth a poem....spellbound is Saurabh....unforgettable is the gift...

how grand is 50th entry,dear reader?