Turn into a Star

  Staring at the stars every night
  I wonder why they shine so bright

  Lost in the darkness of this universe
  Still together to face every perverse

  Spreading light with a symbol of unity
  This garland of sky is glittering beauty

  They appear to show mysterious shapes
  Predicting future before time escapes

  A fish, a bull, a scorpion or a dragon
  Or sometimes someone driving a wagon

  Part of very ancient discoveries
  Reasons for many childhood fantasies

  They are known to direct our destiny
  Rulers of time, health and money

  They are so many, countless to confuse
  One that brings me luck, I want to choose

  But I never know which ones are nice
  As they stay hidden to always surprise

  I make a wish when I see them falling
  The burning tail is the end of sparkling

  And wait for my fortune to rise so far
  Till one day I turn into a star

He will be back again

To rule the world in brown

One day to wear the crown

With wisdom so profound

And feets on the ground

Time will bend to confess

When he will begin to profess

Words, replacing the swords

Tunes turning in chords

A dream coming alive

New reason to survive

On the path of creator

A visionery and a protector

Rising in every new way

To fight against doomsday

He will be back again

To end the world's pain

And write the future's history

Describing deeds of his glory

Everyday Journey

Screaming with speed , rolling on the tracks

When train takes motion carrying mobs in packs

Lifeline of this city, running to and fro

Is meeting place of many, waiting in row

Sometimes twelve and sometimes nine

Pushing and shouting, till things end fine

Swinging and standing , talking or sleeping

Moving in and out , travelers are rushing

Zone of people whose day begin in hurry

Friends together discuss every common worry

Many faces everyday, some familiar but unknown

Journey stops at night, starting from the dawn

On single route its runs, consistently working

Like a constant in life, this journey is serving

Nine Nights...

Once in a year comes dancing season

Reminding us about our oldest tradition

Stretching our legs & arms

Regrouping with smiles & charms

In praise of goddess of power

Praying to fulfill our desire

With every name she transforms

And is worshipped in nine forms

Full of knowledge & prosperity

She is a symbol of divinity

Ruler of universe, daughter of mountain

Known as mother, riding on a lion

Eight hands holding her weapons

Mere sight invites death for demons

Take her name with a big roar

Let faith persist & life will soar

Beach Blues Bless

Early morning while walking on the beach

On the dry shore where waves don't reach

Countless on the sand are lazing little shells

Spread in different colours like ocean's jewels

I see a little boy playing in wet sand

Carving his dreams with his tiny hand

A couple very old , moving in their mood

Smiling moments of life, looking so good

Fighting deep in sea as fisherman takes a twist

Flock of birds appear waiting for the feast

On line of horizon when clouds come together

Tides get slower as moon decides to disappear

Playing, running, laughing and listening

Every day begins with breathing & sweating

First rays of sun falls on me to bless

And wings of breeze pulls away my stress

Real Mahatma

A simple man with a stick in hand

Leaded with vision that made us stand

There was no weapon that ever worked

Against power of truth that he favoured

With stronger determination he fought

His words inspired the waves of thought

The journey of his life was so brighter

We bow our heads to this fearless fighter

Every letter that the great man had wrote

Are collections of knowledge like a wise quote

For road to freedom without violence he finds

The great patriot still survives in our minds