Without The Rose

Love is like a rose
good to hold and smell
but then that rose begins to die
and you go through hell
One thing you should know my friends
is that love can scorn
and just like life
every rose has it's thorns.
but as the rose you hold
withers and fades away
another rose has appeared
and your pains is taken away.
This cycle of life
no one will ever know
why we would fight amongst ourself
for that one single rose
And even though we try
to let our pain go
we can't do it
without that rose

Bharat Desh Humara Hai

भारत देश हमारा है यह
हमको जान से प्यारा है
दुनिया में सबसे न्यारा यह
सबकी आंखों का तारा है
मोती हैं इसके कण- कण में
बूँद- बूँद में सागर है
प्रहरी बना हिमालय बैठा
धरा सोने की गागर है
भूमि ये अमर जवानों की है
वीरों के बलिदानों की
रत्नों के भंडार भरे हैं
गाथा स्वर्णिम खानों की
सत्य, अहिंसा, शांति बाँटता
इसकी शान तिरंग़ा है
गोद खेलती नटखट नदियाँ
पावन यमुना- गंगा है
चंदन की माटी से महके
मातृभूमि को वंदन है
कोटि-कोटि भारतवालों का
सुंदर –सा यह नंदन है

दुनिया में सबसे न्यारा यह
सबकी आँखों का तारा है
हमको जान से प्यारा यह
भारत देश हमारा है.

The Paradoxical Commandments

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

A Changing Emotion

Infatuation is ever changing
as a cloud in passing.
Trees developing leaves
turning from green, gold and
brown.

Strong trade winds whip them
to the ground
lying there returning
to mother earth and vanish

A lady changing her attire.
Putting on and taking off her
make-up, so is infatuation.

Ever changing like the seasons
from warm to hot, then cool
finally cold.

Cool in the Spring warming
for Summer hot and passionate.
Autumn winds tend to cool off
preparing for the icy gusts
of winter.

Images of what was, but is no
more. Infatuation a changing
emotion.

My Puppy

 My puppy sure loves to lick me
 He thinks I’m a lollypop.
 Every time I get home he attacks me
 Then kisses me nonstop.

 You’d think I was gone forever
 When I just left the house for the mail,
 He is right at the door when I get back
 With a rapidly wiggling tail.

He wants to eat everything I do,
Mom says, that’s not good for a dog.
We want to keep him fit and healthy
So daily we go for a jog.

My toys are all tattered and ragged
My socks are his ultimate aim,
Doesn’t matter how much it upsets us
He thinks it’s all some kind of game.

I know he’s a bit of a stinker
That always wants to be fed.
But I sure am in love with my puppy,
Every night when we cuddle in bed.

How It Used To Be

I remember how it used to be
when nothing else matter but you and me
music, country roads, and future dreams.

I miss you, I wish you could see
although you are here, I miss you and me.

I remember when you said how happy I made you
and you really meant it...now, it's just a phrase
you say without thinking.

I miss those days when you'd call just to say "hi"
or "I love you"...the days it was so hard
just to say good-bye for a while.

I remember how wonderful it felt the first time
you held me in your arms-and how after all those
years you still made my heart melt.

I miss the old you- and the old me
The old us that could just sit and talk for hours
and never run out of things to say.

I remember when time simply stood still-
when in each other's arms is the only place
we wanted to be...forever.

I miss us as I remember how it used to be...
when nothing else matter but you and me.

THE JOURNEY

Underneath the infinite sky,
above the ovoid earth,
anxiously,
he began his journey,
the journey to find answers
to questions brimmed,
perpetually in his head.

With each mile he crossed,
the more he explored,
answers started to pour,
but with each answer
a new set of questions
knocked at the door,
the door of his insatiable mind.
then he realised,
neither the flow of questions stop
nor stops the JOURNEY.