So Near My Spirit that It Cries

Branches bare yet full of care shelter and love
Blessings from above, I see The Light, so bright
cannot raise my eyes,
The Heart Red with Pure Blood
The Raised Hand and comforting smile
so near my spirit that it cries,
with gratitude and prayer,
a miracle for me,so rare;
its not a dark empty growth,apparently
symbolizing dearth of Hope,
fullness of hunger solitude and strife
but a growth evergreen as birds approach
and sing delighted, at the crimson d├ęcor
it is a sign of Justice Purity and Life
From The Chosen to The Chosen
who bows and must bend,and who prays
Blessed under The Tree of Life, stays
This is Faith,This is The End
This is The Real Blessing, always.


When Blessed By Freedom


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I am beside you once again
Now be it sun storm or rain,
Sorrow and fear are afar,
Happiness floods me gone is the pain
Of loneliness, peaceful is the soul;
With chains of captivity broken at last
How wonderful and precious it feels
The sweet breath of freedom;
Home again, among love and care
Ah! Home is something very rare!
In Gratitude
I bow down low,
Bless me OH Lord! to You I pray,
Give me courage to defend my land
If need arises-any day.

With Tenderness Pouring from the Skies


If Love and peace would prevail
in this world full of beating hearts
warm feelings filling the eyes
with tenderness pouring from the skies
who would ever think of committing
a sin,
not one nor two nor seven,
All would be in
for Heaven
The Earth grows green gold
sweet honey abounds
even if we eat it all still
there is more and more
till the winter and the Fall
So let not anger envy or pride
make us greedy slow and hide
all good behind lust
for dust we are and
shall return to dust
So all these sins seven
can be conquered by eleven
Let us remember
That which will raise our score
The Laws of The Almighty,
Words of Our Dear Lord-
‘Listen, Pray, Go and sin no more’

Come find your way

Half covered, half numb, their senses cemented

shaking revealing rhythming away the darkness
amid subdued lights,
drinks drugs and dance,never cumbersome
straying attraction entranced
love of all love controls the sights.

It is better to rest to sleep to pray
It is better to thank to weep, to stay

Heed not the drowsy murmur of the bees
Be not lost in the honeyed ease
Come find your way on the map
hold it firm on your lap
Time…there is not much water
in the tap…

Birds of Mecca pelted pebbles
from the sky
Reluctant are only the disbelievers
Loss is for the ‘all deceivers’

Prayer is better than sleep
Prayer is better than sleep

We all know about the flowers and fire
We all know how to heaven the good went

We know of locusts blood and the flood

But Beware of the dense visible smoke’
Which will be sent forth from the sky’
A painful torment from up high…

It is better to cover to help to give
Stay alive, for ‘others’, we need to live’

Disassociated Retaliation


A glimpse of vernation on the
Majestic Mountains of Kashmir
Lost beauty in migration
years of frustration,natives
enchained, free foreign visitations.
Forever under dictation,yeationt
Hopes alive for salvation
Longing to go on a Long overdue Vacation!
Should it be Prague, the historical pearl
of Europe or Literary Lovely Denmark?
Still quite puzzled on selecting the destination’
confinedsubjugation,enough affectation
depressing deprivation, meaningless preoccupation
Time for a disassociated retaliation
Ah Longing to go on a Long overdue Vacation’
Oh! Forget electricity failures, fluctuation
Ignore haunting frightening invultuation
‘Let’s quickly decide and finalize the location
Before it’s too difficult, too late, too dark
It should be without any doubt’
Olive Garden Poetry Palace and Hyde Park’

Beyond Resurrection



I never knew
there is a connection
a relation
a protection
an affection,

oft repeated calls
from the unseen
in them
I found
there is a perfection
a reflection
a construction
a direction

I now know
with conviction
love life eternity
beyond resurrection.