The filght 

    

 Fly with spread wings

into the air with your wings

so light you feel,you lift yourself

and keep your eyes upon steadily

uponthe destination,you do it

and you never miss your aim

never ever in your life,unlike us ....

you disappered from my sight

My eyes followed you 

You disappered from my sight

If I had wings like you...!

"Be content with hands and legs..."

I heard somebody whispering in my ear..."

You are what you are...

Nothing more ,nohing less...

A voice whispered in my inner ear.

SACHIN TENDULKAR … A Fantastic Human being

SACHIN TENDULKAR … A  Fantastic Human being

An Indian, a rare  hero for ever

Sachin is that kept the Indian flag

Fly high all over the world

Who faced Bouquet and Brickbats

With great balance with a smile

And batted in style with passion

Ran for the country  miles and miles

Between the wickets all over the world

With a smile on his face ,raising his bat

And looking towards the  sky ,gratefully

Through the grill of his helmet

You are playing your last match

With the same passion of your first match

A rare breed you are ,a rare species

India may see many heroes , but always

There is only one Sachin ,the great role model

There is a long pitch ,weather beaten

Between stumps and stumps

You stand , for the last time ,in a match

With an instinct kill and survive with excellence

Every ball from the scared bowlers end   

Meeting point is the same , the weighty bat

Traps many , if slips limited, to trap you

Every bowler wants to  take your wicket

 Playing GOD till the game is over.

You are great ,and you will continue to be great

YOU WILL BE LIVING AMONG US , A  TRUE LEGEND 

OCTOBER SECOND: Mahatma Gandhi and INDIA

OCTOBER SECOND: Mahatma Gandhi and INDIA 

It is a sacred day in a sacred month
the day on which the great soul descended
on the blessed soil of Bharath
Many summers passed silently
He wore a black gown and fought the British in SA

The scent of Indian soil brought him back
Into the quagmire of struggle for freedom
The brown man among the white men

But he produced a spark , a harmless spark
Which was fanned into great fire with harmless heat
But the fire fired the whites without a bullet
The WHITE VULTURES flew with fire on their wings
over the blue seas they flew ,the last flight
The SUN set on their empire ,built on blood
They are still nursing the bruised wings

The colours orange ,white and green flew
Over the unfortified red fort with flourish
But the Sun and the Moon were washed red
With the blood of Indians ,our brothers and sisters
Te liberated souls flew up and looked alike

Soon the Crescent rose i the west over the desert
the great soul wept and the tears dropped on the crescent
The tortured SOUL went up and we burned the shell

And our reductive power reduced Gandhi the Mahatma
Into a date ,a mere date ,OCTOBER SECOND
A HOLIDAY

We are unhappy
If it is a SUNDAY
For we lose a holiday
Shame on us ,but we shall change

Let Indians remember Gandhiji
By following his teachings

Lines by Profvarma ( Dr. R. B Varma )

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A JUXTAPOSITION

A JUXTAPOSITION

A Lark in the dark in the Park 

A Candle in the church in the dark

          

            The song of silence

           A spark in the Arc

The candle and the lark in the dark

Pray with light and sweet voice

The HERMIT and the TERMITE

The HERMIT and the  TERMITE

The HERMIT in the pit was afraid
of the termite living in the Earth
the termite was afraid of the Hermit

They were up in arms 
and they met on the field

"I would eat into you "the termite said
I would beat you into a pulp" the hermit replied

"If I were you and you were I "

Still 

We would have met on the same field "

Destruction needs no design ,
Construction needs design 

Having known each other ,they left in peace

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