A lone farmer

I wrote this during my train journey between Bangalore and Bombay.


The tracks of a tractor,
No traces of water,
This is a trace of a farmer,
Wonder who is his benefactor.


Unwanted grass,
Overgrown weeds,
Trees with no leaves,
A women collecting sticks.


Fallen electric poles,
A broken down tractor,
A cow which can barely walk,
Now comes traces of some life.


Few roofless huts,
Children waving at us,
The land through which tractor cuts,
A Farmer who Feeds us.

What's Love?

Love is belief, Love is joy

Love is ocean, Love is blind

Love is thirst which makes you thirsty

Love is greed which makes you greedy

Love is lust which makes you lose sense

Never fall in love, rise in love

Love is a sensation which takes you higher

Love is a feeling which brings you closer

Love is truth which is abundant

Love stops silence, Love brings music

Love has no beginning, Love is eternal.

I'm a King

the arctic, no more chilly;death, no more scary
the feeling which i had, is never again to strike me.
this day makes me to sing
i am not just an angel, i am a king.

struck was i, only by the wind of emotions
the wind has passed only to pacify my seductions
seductions were mainly due to wrong deductions
now realized am i of the mind body correlation

happiness have i found in a more profound thing
interest has risen for I understand every being
no more am i going to budge from my stability even for the loudest ping

this day makes me to sing
i am not just an angel, i am a king.

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