She is there for me!

Third standard in school
in my class,14th my rank
With fear in my heart and 
my bad marks to thank!

She waits at home and 
looks forward to my return
Only to see me discourged
and my heart burn!

But all she says to me
next time we do better
She sits and tries to teach me
 everything to the letter!

I am much better at things
at all the things i do
For every time she is with me,
to her i always turn to!

I have graduated in my class 
as my hat now flies
I am there standing next to her
with tears in my eyes!

For she has sacrificed a lot
to see me here today
She worked hard day and night
to bring me up all the way!

Its my turn to fulfill her wishes
and her long held dreams
But even that cannot compare
how with pride today she beams!

On this day i dare to say before
God, it is her face that i see
Because even if HE is not,
She Is There For Me!

(Acknowledge and appreciate
for Mothers are very great
She is God in another state
or the best HE could create!) 
 
 
 
 


 


 

 

Mac Millan and the Desert of True Wishes!

Mac Millan had now reached
the Desert of True wishes
 Where even the shifting sands
made one alert and cautious!

The caravan suddenly stopped
and the chatting gypsies froze
Mac Millan could see nothing 
only a great feeling arose.

And then he felt it and  knew why
a feeling of rising chill
Fear had taken over the mind
and everything stood still!

The sands were not shifting
the air getting dense
The desert was coming alive
and the situation tense!

And suddenly as fast as they 
could the gypsies bolted back
Leaving their camels and tents
and even their food sacks!

In all this commotion curiosity
had overcome  fear
Why were the gypsies leaving
behind their precious and dear!

So the gypsies retreated and he
advanced forward
Into a desert with legends made
and secrets unheard!

But never had he had it easy
and never would he
For soon a sandstorm came 
over and he could hardly see!

He was soon buried in 
a great sea of sand
Buried totally alone
in a vast alien land!

But he did open his eyes
and found it really dark
The light of the desert no more
in a contrast completely stark!

Then he realised it was
a chamber very ill-lit
A chamber so large
that an entire caravan could fit!

But in the center lay on a 
table a dusty old lamp
Looking all rusted and 
smelling really damp!

Treading very cautiously
up to the center table 
He picked up the lamp and 
rubbed it as in Alladin's fable!

But instead of giant genie
'Mac Millan' himself appeared
A reflection of what he truly
wanted and had always feared!

The reflection asked him,
"What do you truly desire?
I know who is truthful
and who is a liar"!

Mac Millan answered,
"All i wanted was lots of money
and the great power to
rule the lives of many"!

The reflection asked,
"You joined the journey
of the gypsies for power
and lots of money"!

"Yes i did do that
so will you grant my desire,
it burns within me like
a great big wild fire!

The reflection nodded
and waved his hand
And before Mac knew it
he was again buried in sand!

But now when he opened his 
eyes,blurred was his vision
Gypsies smiling faces danced
before him like mirage illusions!

But they were very real 
and they had come back
For their lovely camels,tents
and food sacks!

But they had come further
and found him in the sand
They had come back for him
in this vast alien land!

No money, power was to be seen
but these he did not miss
For with a smile on his lips he
knew the desert had granted his True wish!


 
 

My Dream House

A beautiful house of my dreams
so very real it definitely seems
That i can feel it in my thoughts
a dream that often occurs a lot!

A beautiful roof with shiny purple tiles 
its shine seen from tens of miles
With each tile intricately designed,
exquisitely carved and blue lined!

A decent cottage it shall be
a beauty for everyone to see
With exteriors painted in spotless azure
a color well liked by everyone for sure!

Green creepers shall grow and entwine
like fine threads in twisted lines
And i shall regularly water them
as they are a part of my dream system!


My garden shall be neat and green
with colorful flowers for added sheen
 Rows of roses and irises and violets 
forming  beautiful multicolored sets!


 My interiors shall also be a sight
both by day and by night
With a tidy kitchen and three rooms
of great perfection i assume!

One room,a well stocked library
telling its own dreamy story
 The other shall be a bedroom
and the other one for flying stick brooms!

Oh the trees during different seasons
each a beauty for different reasons
But come any season and you shall see
all of different colors they shall be!

To the wind their leaves rustling
to the dew their leaves glistening
Moving their their branches as if listening
to the songs which the birds are singing!

This lively house comes to sight 
when a charming sleep comes at night
A beautiful lamp shines on as i drowse
shining on the vision of My Dream House!
 

 

 
 




 


 


 

 
 

The HEART of a WOMAN!

Strong as a mountain
brilliant as the Sun
Joy's pure fountain
That beats for everyone!

In a daughter it starts
out tender and cared
Innocent and sweet
out to be well-prepared!

As she grows it gets
 tougher with experience
Filling with courage
strength and persistence!

As she starts working
it takes a different form
Ready as a sailor to
weather life's sea storms!

As she marries the love of
her life her heart with certainty
 Filled with promise of loving
 'her love' for all of eternity!

And as she becomes a
mother her heart beats
with her child's and
performs amazing feats!

Her heart knows everything
because it is the heart of GOD
A reflection of the all knowing
with the instincts of the Lord!

A woman's heart can do
 things fully known to her
Will words ever suffice to
describe this Natural wonder!

So respect and appreciate
her from the start
And never  make the mistake
 of breaking a Woman's Heart! 







 

JODHA and AKBAR

Once upon a time very long ago
Hindustan,the land was called
Ruled by the powerful MUGHALS
known by one and all!

The most powerful among them
Akbar was his name
Far reaching his empire,
his power and fame!

Akbar had everything
everything but love
Love would be a blessing to him
a blessing from above!

In a kingdom not far from his,
Amber, a RAJPUT city
The princess of this realm,
known for her beauty!

Her name, Jodha Bai
a warrior was she!
Not only beautiful
but a sight to see!

Asking for her hand,
his position to be secure
King Akbar reaching Amber
to win her for sure!

Amber became an ally
and Jodha, his wife
The Rajputs and Jodha
now parts of his life!

The Rajputs,a warrior clan
became his sword and shield
Ready at his every call,
for him to weild!

Purely political an
alliance had been made
Jodha despised him and
away from him she stayed!

But fate had other plans
right from the start
They would be together
and so would their hearts!

Akbar was a Muslim,
and Jodha was a Hindu
But religion could not
separate the fate of these Two!

Akbar accepted her and 
 never asked her to change
Neither faith nor herself
a King indeed strange!

Wooing her with all his heart
a Bond was sealed
Hindu-Muslims lived together
and tensions soon healed!

But love as yet was not found
but friends they had become
Jodha and Akbar were getting
closer to the horror of some!

Jealous wives of Akbar and
 neighbouring kings were there
Who plotted and prayed against
the birth of the Heir!

But love had finally blossomed
and Jodha his leading Queen
Jodha and Akbar were together
and their love finally seen!

Jodha gave  
an heir to the realm
And a son to Akbar
who was overwhelmed!

Celebrations and festivities
were up in the air
The prince had come
their future,the heir!

Salim he was named
and next in line
To the throne of the Mughals
both strong and fine!

Jodha was always by
Akbar's side
Helping him rule
his empire wide!

A golden age was over when
 Akbar passed away
In a beautiful mausoleum
his legend lives even today!

Jodha joined him years
later just as in their life
In death they were kept together
both husband and wife!
 
Immortal is their tale and
immortal is their love
'JODHA AND AKBAR'
were fated from Above!


(Jodha Bai in records is known as Marium-uz-Zammani,a title which meant 'Mary of the Age' (guess why)and in reality was known as Harkha Bai or Hira Bai,but their love was true!)

 













 

THANKS DAD!

My dad always planted seeds
his garden so full of them
But nothing came out of it
no leaves, roots or stems!

But he would still try
tending to his 'garden'
And after doing so would
do his other chores then!

My dad was a big man
and very well respected
But working in his 'garden'
tirelessly was daily 'fated'!

In a place where anything
had refused to grow
People would ask him
what was there to reap and sow!

This question even i asked
but he would continue to sow
All he ever said was that,
"One day you will know"!

One day in our garden
someone finally showed
A tiny sapling was sprouting
and soon others followed!

While others marvelled
at the beauty of our garden
Their lands and backyards
coninued to remain barren!

Soon years passed by
and we had many trees
I had a daughter by now
who refused to be pleased!

No games had remained
to be played outdoors
Only high buildings
roads and superstores!

But soon i had a swing
 fixed on one of the trees
Swinging, my daughter on
 She laughed out in glee!

My dad tended to the garden
as he always had
And all i could say to him was
"THANKS DAD"!






 

I will see!

Invisible to the naked eye,light
but its colours always seen
Giving meaning to sight
as it has always been!

Blindness is not illness
it is another way to see
A way through darkness
never meant to be!

For I am blind, as called
can see what you cannot
I see through my mind
and heart,a gift that i have got!

I do not want pity
for I am no different
I can do things,
things for you meant!

I am your equal and
 i may not have 'sight'
But can you see in the pitch
dark at a time called 'night'?

I am just going through a 'night'
and soon 'Day' it will be
My time will come
and soon 'I WILL SEE'!