The many face of human race.....

To my fellow humans of Iraq....I cannot wipe away your suffering, I cannot kiss your wounds, I cannot taste the salt of your tears....all I have are empty words!

Tennyson had written....'There's not to reason why? there's but to do and die';
I refute!do you know why?
One who dares dictate to give up our lives,
has he ever touched a bee hive?
While he enjoys the sweet nectarine of honey,
Stashing slaves with the power of money.

While the unsung hero quietly undertakes his last journey,
The pangs of those sting, the hapless took,
No one cared a second look,
The lord master aimed a name in books.

Wake up brethren! do not follow;
Blindly do not march to the gallow.
Raise your voice, say enough!
Try!at least try for your own sake, to be tough.

There is only one Allah, he is the same God,with many names;
Listen to him, do not let these Shylock play dirty games.
We are all equal in this universe,
The only people to decide our fate, will be us.
Only us!

Ho Ho Ho!

The Santa and his Reindeer team.....

Mr Santa is getting ready,
What a long way he has to go,
But Rudolf has ran away with his lady,
Santa is fuming, Oh no!

The other 8 are on a strike,
They disliked Rudolph, who acted the hero,
Vixen who hated him most, took the mike,
Calling Rudolf a big zero!

Cupid was heart broken,
Because he loved the same lady,
But since he was so soft spoken,
He lost to Rudolf, who was speedy.

The happiest of the lot, Dasher and Dancer,
went back to make merry,
Joining them Comet and Prancer
All ate away Santa's cherry.

Standing next to Santa, Donner and Blitzen,
worked out strategies,
These two were only good citizen,
Who kept all their energies.

They formed a search party to look,
For the missing reindeer,
They wrote in the complaint book,
about Rudolf the red nosed and big ears.

Suddenly Rudolf realized his mistake,
this is no time to be here,
He rushed back to partake,
To spread the Christmas cheers!

Its all in the mind.....

What is happiness?asked the king,
Poets, bards, day and night,
took upon this task to find,
searched and fraught for the definition, right.

The king ordered the soldiers to march,
lands and sea near and far.....
To reward his majesty, with the correct answer!
It was like fighting the toughest war!

The nobles and mighty, the wise and fool,
all thought how to impress the king?
Each one spoke of riches and power,
but all had a very hollow ring.......

Finally each one resigned to a futile chase,
hung thier head in shame,
But quietly an old lady bent with age,
walked toward the alter, with answer to proclaim!

Oblivious to people around her,
whose jeers and snub she ignored,
She bore a look of content and cheer,
Stood sublime as the King roared!

''So you think you have the answer, my dame?
When all my mighty men failed?
Tell me what is happiness to you,
Or else the guards I hail.........

She gently raised her frail limb,
her voice was a quiver and grind,
Yet with utmost confidence, she voiced her words
''Happiness is just a state of mind!'' 12:23 pm (9 hours ago)

Pearls in a string........

Where was I when the walls around,
came crashing?I stood astound!
In the middle of tranquility,
died my humanity,
I stood dumb found,
looked at hands that were bound.

I was the puppet, who the puppet master,
used to the hilt and trashed in the cannister.
I had vision which lost the sight,
it was in a gory plight,
I realized how futile I was to administer.

Was that me who learned to speak,
the right from wrong, to stand by the weak?
Then why my voice feels strangulated?
My conscience so rusticated!
I succumb to Satan, in meek.

But as I sank and sank, I felt latent.
Suddenly the small child in me rose in potent;
Ready to shake me, make me rumble....
I solemnly vowed, refusing to tumble,
Standing sublime to equate the quotient.

I am ready to abide,
I am ready to stride,
I want to bring the heaven on earth!
Where there is no tear,
where rightful souls know not fear,
Where every mortal is surrounded with mirth.


We often miss the bus.....

One day I saw a new face in the crowd,
There was something in those eyes, that made me spell bound;
It was the 9 o clock local that every day I took,
She would be in the same train, reading her book.

Days passed with no exchange between us,
We got off the train and took different bus.
All of a sudden one fine day,
I did not see her in the usual way.

I waited and waited but time flew by,
I realized I missed her, I wondered why?
The regret of not making an effort to know,
Who is she, where she lives, where did she go?

Finally as time erases, I too forgot her,
I moved on in life and went away too far.
One fateful day, the headlines screamed of cowerdice,
It was the insane act of terror that the wayward human strike.

The innocent victims lay in pile, someone taking names,
There were waste of human life, what an act of shame.
Amisdt the list of lives, who will not breath ever,
I froze! it was the name less bright eyed girl, gone forever.......