PROGRAMS AND EVENTS

Grown from the perceptible loving flow,

Grown from the teary passage over the bridge,

Open with the loving children dream ground,

Everyone drives with hope and passion,

In our minds and eyes for earthly justice,

Through the fear and tears of catastrophe,

Sometimes we are scared, sometimes

We are benefited with style of silver sun.

Time creates events. She creates one event after reading her heart with her motherly feeling, because she lost her child in an accident. It is time of reviewing of loving bond. It is destiny of changing events. Some events cannot be frozen, because moving like birds always is everything as none wants to be ended. and there are programs when students gather to sing for a cause in searching of living branches of memories along the way of collective symmetry in the nature, like, the sun, the earth, the moon fall in the line of this rotation, in silence, to form eclipse of the moon, even in a rainy night with hovering clouds around the moon, to open one event with one mystery key, a message with the nature towards opening of one fine morning with sweet chirping of birds.  

THE CLOUD AND THE MOON

Why the cloud feels proud to hide the moon

Upon its journey, so many past and present thrills

The moon crosses the effect, in its trilling smiles,

And slowly makes its presence in the sky’s fore front. 

SHORT POEM

The moon dispenses

Complete beauty, temptation,

Imagination 

READING A POEM OR WRITING A POEM ( a poetry reading session at GIPF-2014)

Reading a poem or writing a poem

It is like raining on leaves of mind

As the sun emits sun-rays as essence

The moon reflects them in silence. 

THE CRESCENT MOON

At the sun-set time,

My mind imparts with woes of life,

That begins with surgery

For removing stone

From kidney of my wife,

And after one month

Another surgery to be done

For extracting stone from her gallbladder,

And she bears pain

I grieve to her suffering.

My mind changes time to time,

As if some stones are solid with sadness,

I look at the evening sky,

The crescent moon glancing at me violently,

While it is cool with its black and white smiling,

Whispers of love cannot hold humors,

And we are toys of heavenly purposes.

Many times I tried to explain the situation,

Every time I feel loneliness, with pains for her.

She sits in a chair; I am the man on the doorway,

I cannot make her life comfortable,

Others are sitting at the other side of glass,

Thirty two years of married life move to a risk,

The crescent moon is changeable to a full moon,

We are not changeable like the moon,

Colors of the twilight sky may change to crimson red,

We are not hopeful for changes, again we are hopeful.