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.  

TANKA

Winter morning

Tourists throng to enjoy sea

Wave in this New Year

The sun hides in the cloud

To see the tide and the pride. 

HAIKU

The sun takes dip

Across the sky, greets lyrics

Of solar matrix 

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 CHILIKA LAKE

TheChilika Lake

Water weeds growing

Again and again,

Touch surface line

With land, filled with silence.

 

Electric wires,

Rail lines running

Alongside waters,

Passengers stare in the window,

Sound of train breaks loneliness.

 

That entire scene

Seems to know the serendipity,

And nature’s beauty,

We have the life, and

Its measures under the sun.

LIFE, THE BURNING SUN

I look at the burning sun

Whip like filament lashes the root,

Moving around all the time,

The very sun shines the world.

Still burning my mind,

Life is a burst

Of solar lashes

A home of burning formation,

I am one backward runner

Now on a rush of old ideas,

Those are my living meaning

Home wants something,

I am not colorful to the needs,

Ferocity may dwell in between,

Inverse phase of life throws me,

Lashes my endurance,

I am now a single creature,

A bitter taste to dwellers,

My anger is a burn to me,

Useless sediment to others.

Nothing earlier drop I can put,

For acquisition on the way,

For their assignment, being

Dragged between the age and the world.