Poetry

Independent we are only when
Each of our nation has meal of fun
Gushing tears when don’t blind our vision

Independent we are only when
Smiles pure are our address
Humanity is when our dress

Independent we are only when
None of us steal peace of others
Harmony is when the breath of relations

Dependent we are on each other
Till we crave our progress on the graves of each other
Till we build homes of joy on the ocean of tears

Independent we are not
Till our pride rules our mood
Till selfishness is the shadow of each other

Inependent we are not
Until we grow wisdom in the field of progress
Until we live to let live others!
@Rajani Mula

Poetry

Murky sky

Affection pure knows nothing but
expression without expectations.

But ocean of words deliver tsunami
drowning crown of warmth in frown.

Embraced solitude may sow solace
though abyss of pain darkens life.

Displeasure which knows no truth
desires dearth and death of speech.

Sleep in the lap of silence though isn’t the end of pain
is an absolute pause to the swelling grief!
@Rajani Mula

Poetry

Love on work isn’t
the love you mean

Love humane isn’t
the love you mean

Heart pure isn’t meant
to be battered to death

Intentions pristine aren’t meant
to be exposed to shame

When you can’t spread love
You don’t deserve spreading guilt

God lives in hearts not in walls built
find him in the people around

Worst too mend their ways towards you
by the way you treat them

Treat not any worst
before you know them

Let your words be a heal to the wound
not a wound to the soul sound

Beasts too can sense love pure
Let not your knowledge lose your sense

Killing hearts is killing God
for God lives in people around

Search Him not in vain around
Bring Him into the souls you meet

Life isn’t all about living
Life is all about loving!

@Rajani Mula

Poetry

Bird that blames wind can never fly high
Fish that fears of being prey to cranes can never swim
Blooms that blossom if worry of death would never smile heartily
Sun glorious if frightened of clouds which cause its death temporary,
Would never cast its magic spell on us.
River which dies in the arms of sea if bothered
Wouldn’t ever flow like a child at play
Our long journey of life isn’t designed of obstacles
There are pauses at every stage
There is certainly an end to everything too
Yet flowing like a river overcoming the hurdles is an art
Be an artist in designing life instead
being a pessimist in destructing beauty of life!
@Rajani mula