Death is Divine!!! In loving memories of Indian soldiers who shed their blood to protect us

DEATH IS DIVINE

They say It is dark...

I wonder why......

In my lap when I caress it

Do not… My people cry

Re-living it all in no time

No none should bid me goodbye

In every Spring you'll hear me sing

The bitchy breathe I lose..C'mon do not accuse..

Damn! M not gone

See I mark a new sign

Freaks read the history in future

Sing it loud...THE DEATH IS DIVINE...

Don’t call me that...A MARTYR

Hail me! A mother's blood shed

Look there she strongly smiles..

I'm her resplendence, her pride

Oh man!! I want to hug them all

So firm to free so tender as to thee..

Hit me hit me really hard

For what binds me to retard

My baby brings this auspice

Weep not… Forever me in all eyes

Damn m not gone...

                                    --Shivani Mukherjee

What If I was not!

         I used to think what if I was not...

What if I was not filthy rich,

How hard would life be on the pitch

my comfy cradle, easy meals

and all the booohahaha on flying wheels.

So I thought this is what I want

and  a dream that can be brought.

                               I used to think what if I was not...

What if I was not rewarding

all my years I struggled for a name

what is I burnt them all, Oh what a shame

I saw the ladder and crawled and crawled

in the fanatic rush my friends I brawled,

Left people who loved me back

and yet I thought I am on track

For ??? To be there on the top??

                  I used to think what if I was not...

One fine day something happened and........

what if I had never thought of it.

There are plans amde unsaid, unheard

no back ups and comes like a flood

It sweeped me away, my time my plans..

No risks no mitigations...just left to learn and learn

I saw the passing time, the sunset the noon...

from weeks to months a year very soon.

The birds dont plan and yet sound forever sweet..

neither rains make mind  before falling but don't they smell wow wenevr we meet?

We miss moments today and plan for coming time

we swaste relations and trade them for dime,

We grow old with lonilness and not love,

We die by rules and live for planned purposes to serve.

I now think..... what if I AM not...

What if I am not living today?

and merely persisting between if yes ad if not

I close my eyes and put my hand on my heart.....

I feel it beating and faces began to flash,

I know at this moment THIS IS MY WORLD

and here after I breath and breath for them.

I conquer this descision and let the world think its rash,

I stop to care what comes next,

for what is not is the best.

No more ifs and buts.....

Toevery next moment I embrace with open arms saying a big YES.

For its my choice tosmile for now and not crib for tomorow..

I earn now and spend it for this minute and not leave it to redeem for a luxurious evening somewhere tomorow..

This you may call whatever you feel

But hereafter my mind I seal..

Flow with the beats and calm my senses

Live  proudly no matter in pieces...

An obedient student of life now.....

I refused to think what if I was not.........................................

the search of me

i sit beside lonliness just to cogitate over the one and only me,i close my eyes and i find not darkness surprisingly but many a small n big images.some haunting me, some makin me smile,some seeking me n some mersmerisin me for a while.Perhaps the multishades of life are embracing me all in one ,still i want to figure out myself as a shade alone. The search of me has left me so bewildered.The shallower i thought discovering me would be the deeeper i could see i have drowned now.Sometimes i wonder how did people actually know themselves ,write about own and expose themselves so outstandingly?Mind is still mullin when heart deeply says"the flow of time will do it all". Incredibely abstruse ,bafflingly mysterious still so prepossesing is the hunt of self.What will speak me or what i shall speak out when i am seen is something that is an urge so alluring these days that i somehow want to google myself out and finally attest myslef"THATS ME"....describing myself in position,place,pride,prestige,persona or power is what is the art of the gandhi,marx,tagore or teressa-"the art of the great"...but i am just me.i feel it unworthy giving definitions in the science of the genereal and undeserving in the language of the great.yeah so my heart is write and i need time for the search.but the day it is over i will have my auto-biography out n open...in no big renowned n authentic presentations but in the language of innocence,in the gesture of a baby and finally in the merit of a human bein......i'll be known of a SMILE....yes thats my search..where a smile wil say me all....walkin from today, infact now towards the pursuit of self-realisation....to win the world's most talkative and expressive smile.....there goes ME............................

TIME STANDS STILL

everything keeps moving

motion perhaps is incessant

not that continuing without you I chose

life teaches everyone to move on...

time virtually is ahead today

trespassing everything we had built together

but reality is onething what nests in me

in an arena of infelicity ,i suffer....

i see you fight with me

over petty issues of glee

snatching away my favourite lays

and finishing it all inspite of dislike

all for nothing but forcing me to yell

as soon as m red,there you run to repell....

from my balcony i have the ground

I'm waving a hi! while you play around

in a blink of eyes a century n a tournament is yours

out of excitement i ring you up,forgetting how much we fought before.....

secretly when all passangers are asleep

on our way home

discussing all what happened to me

you console n i weep

to see me smile,so hard you strive

with your warmth ,i feel you alive.....

they say a month is over

sure many more shall pass away

never shall you be lost

with me you forever stay

a world within denies your absence

for against the doctrine divine

reliving you in silence

in my heart TIME STANDS STILL.......

In the loving memory of a darling friend and even more a gem of a person who is living in all of us with his pleasent countenance that can never go out of our eyes,heart n souls....as i pray for your peace even more i pray for ur comeback amongst us in some form or the other......take care rakesh where ever you are

BE MY SHELTER!!!

BE MY SHELTER

give me a place
quarantine me within,
bequeath me that space
where nests no sin.

coalesce me as your part
where i droop not nor drown...
no contempt for accolade or crown
so may i seek a place in your heart?


i need to pray
pray so long
for i feel so low,so forlorn....
engulfed in your arms
when my agony shall rest,
and the gushing flow makes you wet,
time stills at the sodden support,
lend me those shoulders to devote.....


deep myself i bury
into the cradle of compassion,
that rest assures a recovery,
to the soul under devastation.

embrace me to protection
from the fear in me they seed
to cry out for a need
flee from develish abduction

so pamper me again
love me so great
hug me so close
as i feel a little sane...

i black out n let the world keep killing me
till you withhold no wounds remain
no matter how hard they are hammering me
hurts me not as i sense no pain......


ensconce me so no eyes can watch
bind me so no hand can touch
sing me til i fast asleep
with a voice i love so deep
thus endow me my cradle,
cuddle me in your lap
sorrows consign to oblivion
as in peace i take a nap!!!!