Waiting for your call is my heart,
Waiting for your blessing is my soul.
Enough blows I have taken in your world – smart!
Now bring me in peace and silence where lies my goal!

Wandering in your world searching for my place,
Holding on bravely, in your hope I am counting my days.
Save me from falling in the traps O Master you have laid,
Take your child in your lap, all my breaths my heart has prayed.

Thankful I am O Master for making me sane,
Showers of Mercy I am sure to attain,
Oceans of your Love shall fill my heart again.

Spending energy in useless pursuits, I had turned vain,
Rotten thoughts had filled my mind, purity had started to wane,
Lust and vanity seized me all over, innocence began to drain.

Truth of human life, none better than pain can explain,
Level-headedness who better than suffering can maintain,
Union with the Lord is arranged for Only by longing and pain.

Come my Master, sever all bonding, attachment and chain,
Come my Master, teach my weak mind how to refrain,
O His Mercy, I beg, in His Love and His Thoughts may I ever remain.
More of pain, suffering and His longing, I seek again and again.

Keep me steady on the Path, I tend to sway,
Keep me in your Lotus Feet, don’t discard me away.
Each breath one may give, your benevolence no one can repay.

The subject of love counts most, rest no one does care.

A failure in love is the worst of the lot,

Lingering are the moments of his life, peace his heart finds not.

He has tasted poison and is very resistant to it wow,

Not to worry for other failures, he is the king of failures now!

He wished to cure his physical pains, unfit he wanted to be never,

He lives with the ultimate wound now, no pain he’ll feel ever.

He is dead, his heart is dead and dead are his feelings,

He started with smiles, yet ended with a fall on burnt wings.

He thinks of suicide but his brave blood stops him to,

Forced to cut a life worse than death, he lingers on too.

Not mindful we are while filling our plate,
At the table we say, ‘Ah! I picked excess of what I hate.’
Leaving lumps of life in the plate when our stomachs belch and inflate,
Ah! The precious life will soon be dumped, it is too late.

The mindful takes a little at first of what he doubts,
Only to get more when he is happy and his heart sprouts.

Lord is kind to you, please do not waste,
Possessing more than needed, fill in those who have no waist.

Yes, my heart was right, as I saw sun and moon,
And then I held the ball which would carry life soon.
And then I sprinkled life on earth,
To plants and animals I gave birth.

I grinned as I thought I had sealed his lips,
but how could he stop from giving me tips.
"Still something is missing", he made another call,
And then I set to make the Supreme creation of all.

Man was born and lady was made,
With that my heart had sharpened his blade.
He now wanted me to carve an eternal beauty,
I said alright, it was my duty.

I filled oceans in her eyes and covered them with velvet,
A diver went to measure the depth has not returned as yet.
I carved her teeth out of white light,
And in the curtains I planted flowers infinite.

For when she will smile, the trees shall sway,
The curtains shall raise, night shall change to sunny day,
The flowers shall rain, what more need I say.

But when she’ll be sad, there won’t be any rain, there won’t be any day,
Then all will grow sad, your laughter they shall yearn, and together they shall pray.

Till now the world knew green and blue,
To color her cheeks I made red hue.
And now when she smiles, her cheeks will be stretched,
Flowers shall rain but their color will be red.

King cobras and pythons abound in her hair,
They are most deadly, though they look fair.
They are safe when tied, for snakes lay quiet,
But beware when they sway, they are ready to bite.

Then I made her heart so brave, beautiful, pure and fair,
To protect from malice, I guard in, I guard out, I guard everywhere.
Myself inside emits good rays all around,
Myself around defines for devil and invincible bound.

I gave her a smile, true and innocent,
A lift of her curtains is enough to buoy you up from the deepest vent.
Like sunflower blooms to meet the sun,
Her smile is a gift for everyone.

The flowers of innocence on her face are clear,
To me, their roots in her heart are much more dear.

I gifted her with understanding and insight,
For I taught her the language of eyes and heart.
With a glance she can read your leaves blank,
And color them without even a move of curtains or your thank.

Her voice defines politeness, elegance and grace,
Through ears, into hearts, she will make a permanent place.

Her behavior will manifest respect, courtesy and deference,
For she will lend her hands to all for help and assistance.
More than two I cannot give, for she is human and my supreme,
Balancing all worlds with two hands, her face will never miss the eternal beam.

Shining with all virtues, she won’t need adornments material yet empty,
Shyness and simplicity will add the finishing touches to her beauty.

Queen of garden of flowers of eternal bliss and joy,
How can gloom even come close where she is nearby.

She is source of Love, perpetual and unconditional,
Rivers of world may dry up anytime, her flood is perpetual.
Earthly doors may close anytime, her heart is open to all,
If She is so rich (is love), who won’t wish to be slave after all?

The rest, my dear, I cannot praise,
For I saw nothing after I saw the beautiful face,
Lucky will be those who shall see her in their days.

To describe her fully, I list this line pair:
"For continuous hours, even the sun you can stare,
But to stand this beauty even for a second, you cannot dare."

Punjab mail arrives and din reaches its zenith once more,
hawkers of all types have been on the move well before.
Aloo puri is being warmed; bananas are being arranged in baskets,
cold drinks and chips in trays are already travelling over heads.

Hanging out of barred windows, empty bottles trigger streams of water, plentiful,
free is our country, free are water taps, carrying on even after remote controls are full.
Of the fact, that water covers 71 percent of earth’s surface, you get a taste,
when you see taps flowing 24 hours, all days, without anyone to waste.

Those who try mineral water bottles, forget that reuse is the norm today,
a single bottle is used over and over; the quality seal is refurbished in such a way.
Tap water in mineral water bottles is believable, but our duping technology is advancing fast,
some day we might hear, "this empty bottle turns tap water into mineral"; is the forecast.

Knowledge houses move without foundations wearing red coats and badges of distinction,
on which platform a train, where exactly will a coach arrive, for free they give information.
Who else can provide info for free in this information technology age?
only one who has no wants or one who is ignorant of how to take advantage.
And then emaciated powerhouses come back to real business, get smothered,
escort strangers to right places, part, gloom returns and faces get wrinkled.

And people with tatters also do sufficient trade,
selling emotions, they gain coins pleading food for their comrade.
Their patrons buy the wrinkles on their faces and their depression,
and others sponsor their moving tales of sorrow and starvation.

The weighing machine stands tall to magnetize one rupee coinage,
the only game at this noisy place played by people of all age.
The only difference is the comparison standards people follow,
children brag of their heft; ladies boast of their figures, hollow.

Poles and pillars majestic, their feet adorned red with betel spits,
Like garden burgeoning with roses, luggage covers the entire place in bits.
Old bins lying everywhere; "USE ME" written on them, rest idly,
For people are big-hearted, they utilize the place so openhandedly.

A familiar smell wafts through the air every now and again,
as someone comes out and pays a rupee coin for cleaning the drain.
And enquiry counter is the unshakable temple where people say their prayer,
regarding the delay column entry of the trains they are about to fare.

"Haste makes waste", hangs everywhere on many a banner,
established perfectly by the educated, who go for the former.
Everyday a bold hero jumps from a train nearing halt,
or a mature youth neglects parents’ advice of buying platform ticket at start.

And then night falls and once more arrives an already full train,
search begins for the man with a black coat once again.
Kids keep asking their fathers, what that man sells at night,
he sells tickets when you cannot buy from the place right.