Home Sweet Home

Enter my house,

With an eyebrow arouse.

Lits up your face,

One forgets all the disgrace.

There are people in it with welcoming heart,

Found together with love adequate.

There is chirping of music,

Smile, full of magic.

Hugs are all around,

With jokes and twisters which are very sound.

Creativity can be seen everywhere,

Whether on wall or on hands to swear.

Behind these faces, are the tragic mazes.

Which have worked for today’s happy appearances.

Outside its thought,

That everything here is sought.

The family in this house,

Is full of treasure.

Treasure is there, no doubt,

But not in terms of wealth to count.

It’s in the heart of their,

To make every single moment lively and full of care.

Perseverance is taught here,

Not to forget how to fight back with dare.

Enter my house,

With an eyebrow arouse.

It’s not merely a house,

Though it’s a home of hope, emotion and creative grouse.

Photography

Ordinary are the moments,

But pictures make them beautiful memories of prudent.

Your mother’s pride,

Your beloved’s smile.

Someone’s heart out,

Or many in a rout.

Camera places them right,

Not in a manner but in every sight.

Moments which are captured,

To them we become attached.

It touches life,

And forms a creative aspire.

Beauty is enhanced,

Creativity is exhaled.

People are enthralled,

When life shrinks in one picture of all.

Ordinary are the moments,

But pictures make them beautiful memories of prudent.

Mouse on his head

The mouse was on his head,
And he was frightened with threat.
Slowly and swiftly, it moved its tail,
Like was on a gentle sail.
He peeped from corner of his eye,
But could not take a sigh.
He was standing like a freeze,
And was melting in a squeeze.
Touching it, was a thought,
It was not brought.
It had landed with a thump,
And his throat made a lump.
Its ears moved a little,
With eyes rolling in a circle.
Leaped on his shoulder,
With his sound of cry to molder.
It took a high jump over his body,
And it landed on one of his copy.
His head swirled with madness,
He cried for help in distress.
‘Shoo’ he said, again and again,
But could not move it again.
Stick was the last option, he had,
Its tail got black and red.
Diving on his head,
The mouse was again on Jaine’s head,
And he was frightened his threat.

Schooling in India

Sketching and painting,

Ranking and debating.

For self and others,

Do schools have anything to offer?

Screening the minds is a game now,

Feeding knowledge is a mere to row.

Challenges are taken in a room,

And some are order to groom.

Competition is prevailing the most,

Not among the students, between the teachers to roast.

Bullies and harassment are increasing,

With burden to sustain are also rising.

Some are pushed to an extent to win,

Others peep from within.

Influential parents’ children are famous,

Others being a result of envious.

Gifts and favors are offered in abundance,

Leaving behind the purity of reception.

Everyone are encircled in this frame,

Schooling has just become a game.

Doting Figure - My Father

A doting figure,

Everyone’s dear.

He is a man of words,

With everything so clear.

His smile of affection,

Makes my day with his love’s reaction.

The first step we took together,

Reminds me of his desire.

My eyes always look for him,

Where ever I go, even with him.

The joy was never ending,

Having fun with his teachings.

Music or dance,

It was always with his charm.

The tuning was always set,

And together we won several bets.

I wish him a life long,

In our hearts and in the world to be as a long song.

Mother

You are cared by one, loved by the only one,

Nourished a ton.

Her hugs are meant to be all,

Filled with warmth & cared for her dolls.

She’s the family’s delight,

And runs for their every plight.

Her hands have magic,

Which makes the world go ecstatic.

Devotion of hers can’t be compared,

It’s simply with heart and care.

I am grateful to have one,

Wish no one loses her for none.

The Beginning

The encircles around the fire,

Were there for us to admire.

I thought to reciprocate,

But the feelings were a little quiet.

Steadily but slowly,

Readily and gradually, I was bound to be loved gently.

Apart from the sorrows of past,

I got the warmth from your heart.

You gave me the strength to be one,

And today I have almost won.

This journey with you has just begun,

I wish it to continue in infinite run.