Magic Bean: “What?”

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One early morning, a bird

with shining wings,

Fell on my roof top,

Bleeding heavy,

Hiding a ‘Bean’

I carried inside,

Treated with wise.

Gave it approperiate treat,

With conceous it talking keen,

It’s not ordinary Bean,

Keep it care, will guide you

When everthing being dark,

And you look for What?

Dying bird’s voice,

Bounded me of that doing,

Today, sun is too high,

And my body, has tired

What can a old body can now do?

Resting on rest-chair,

Suddenly, I rember the same prayer,

“When everthing being dark,

And you look for What?” voice of bird.

I took a step inside,

and searched that cordiyard,

where that bean must hide.

With a little effort, got

That sining bean,

Withought any termite.

I buried it deep in ground,

And poured some water,

And Waited!

Waited!

Evening waited!

Morning waited!

Next day waited!

Day after day waited!

For magic, what bird siad for?

One day my family left me,

for their own life, my son and his wife.

I begged for death, that night,

Waking next morning,

I realized there is work,

To pour some water, at

Bean’s grow high,

Some weeks later, a leaf

Flourished, digging the way

Outside,

I continue to water,

Days after days,

some years passed,

It now grew strong,

And a fruit grew at branch,

Hurrly I un-branched it,

Watched dying that green fellow,

My heart filled with grief,

But suddently I realized,

I have more bean,

I grew them all, 

And again waited for anoter fruits…

Days passed I never let 

the hope go,

No matter I crossed 100 of years,

Without being tired, withought

Feeling restricted by age….

I grew that plant of hope,

Again and again, 

Through the dark,

To see the “What?”

Aashao ke Pankh (The wings of thoughts)

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When tears dance on my shining chicks,

When darkness spreads in my deeper heart,

I ride in the sky wearing wings of thoughts,

Double-alaskan-rainbow

Work what I left behind,

Boundary which I jumped at high,

Combining the both legs and hands,

I dug a larger trench, into

The vast shore, rising up on

Surface of ocean, building my own rope.

Summing up the tides at shore,

Wold I rise like storm?

Or I flow with silent touching the shore?

Keep high,

Keep high,

My brightened eyebrow,

I would fight again, like

Hammer at stroke,

Pinching that ego, what could left behind me,

I gonna be rise with flying at sky wings,

Till the end of universe,

Kissing the face of star, each,

And every that face,

What made me to just left.

Rainbow in a day, after raining heavy,

Will rise like a sun’s first ray,

Filling the voids of galaxy,

Will make my Shining, gloomy, colorful,

Rainbow…

Darkness of heart,

Will come out with my fart,

New flash of this morning,

Will spread with a new laugh,

Like a butterfly,

Dancing picking my heart…

Sadness for moment,

Creating a ‘Hope’,

Forever……………………

Revolution “AAP”…..It’s a beginning of ‘The End’

Saga of ‘AAP’
As a party, in People’s behalf,
Common nation, common tongue,
But grouped to fight ‘Jung’ (War),
On the same ground, in the same name,
Democracy!…. Democracy!………….A long wave.
This time, a vibrant country,
spoke in Delhi…… with faith over the stage,
In revolutionary mood… taking self-stood
‘Arvind’ a ordinary man….
Emerged to overthrow his nail,
Against the…people who followed the chain.
It’s time to say we claim,
A new era of corruption free country’s train,
You have support, and power in absolute,
Show us that people can dream,
Healthy and wealthy capital,
Safer women, lesser crime,
Life just wanna ‘OK’
With limited livestock, but proper-care.
You the (AAP) common man,
Leads us to the edge,
Which we can’t even follow,
We showed you, now return us,
We voted in faith, don’t even try to fail,
We don’t expect wonders,
We expect grounded work,
What you promised, what you spoke.
Remember the oath,
Will taking in our support,
will ask you in bed, ‘How much you grade’
Will never stop…. because
Don’t think forming ‘AAP’ is a end,
But It’s a beginning of “The End”.

‘The End’ means revolution against the corruption, and self-pocket-filling politics, lazy and crazy system, crime and diminished Humanity whether it is among people, or politics………It means total clean-up.

Madhav(Krishna)

Madhava is a name for Indian deity Lord Krishna. According to ‘Bhagavad Gita’ it is written that Vishnu (Indian deity) being the husband of the goddess of fortune (Lakshmi), has been address by to Krishna in the first chapter as follows:

“What should we gain, O Krishna, husband of the goddess of fortune, and how could we be happy by killing our own kinsmen?”(Bhagavad-Gita 1.36)

Also in the Bhagavad-Gita, Arjuna addressed lord Krishna as “Madhava” (meaning “Lord of fortune and also slayer of the demon Madhu”).
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