Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Thursday, April 29, 2010

FREEDOM OF FREEDOM

“O Death come!
Here am I ready to kiss your hand
No more I want to live
In this cage of bricks and sand”


Cried out the bird
And struck herself with the fan
A rustle and a fall
And she breathed her last span


A sigh with a sorrow
Pricked all peering eyes
And for a moment felt all
As is felt at a kin’s demise


Freedom is like this
Is cares not for Death
Free the body or the soul
Will free its last breath


Iron chains and bars
Do not the freedom cage
Even a free man with freedom
For a free freedom prays


O God of Freedom
You make this Freedom free
And give freedom to all
And solve this chained mystery

TO YOUR EYES

My heart is lost, in her beautiful eyes
I care a fig, if there it dies

Let it soar, let it sink
Let it drown and let it drink

Deeper than Dull and wider to boat
My heart has pined day night to float

Charms of her eyes deserve my sighs
Like a moth for the Moon each second it cries

Blacker than berry and wilder than wine
I bet these eyes are world’s wonder nine

A pair of brows as sharp poniards
Above the two heavens, guides and guards

Artist God’s art brought in a plate
Made these eyes on which I thus wait.

May God these eyes live a thousand years
An eternal source of ecstasy clearing fears and spreading cheers

Friday, April 23, 2010

BEAUTY IS WITHIN

BEAUTY IS WITHIN

Oh I looked for Beauty again

Opening my wearied eyes,

But could not see around

So closed it with my sighs.

Where is Beauty found?

I’ll travel to that State,

I’ll run to any miles

And will wait till any date.

I peeped through the window

And scanned the busy road,

But the Beauty I saw nowhere

In my country or abroad.

In the garden I saw on Rose

On Tulip, Urhul and Belle,

But Beauty was missing to all

Shaking them pale and stale.

I moved towards a fare

To find a fair face,

But the dames besides men

Were devoid of the void race.

Neither in His farms

Nor in Her charms

Beauty I saw nowhere

Neither psalms nor in arms.

Tired of my quest

From toes to the crest,

I looked within myself

Soliciting succour and help.

And lo the Beauty was there

Ending my tedious quest,

I found Beauty within

And found peace and rest.

The Beauty from my within

Peeped through my eyes,

Making the world Beautiful

And soothing my thorny sighs.

Note: The outer beauty is beautiful only when you feel beauty in yourself.

Jitendra