My guardian Angle

When I feel  lonely and sad, 

like everyone feels sometimes.

When there no one around, 

from within me I hear chimes.

I turn my thoughts inward,

searching deep within my heart.

A voice of an Angel is heard,

telling me that we are not apart.

A smile lights up my face,

and I feel the sun shining again.

I hear a soft and sweet voice,

telling me that everything is fine.

We seem to be alone, it is true,

but I never feel alone at all.

Whenever I am sad and blue

all I do I to give my Angel a call.

My Angel I have yet to see,

as I only hear its voice.

I do not know if it is male or female,

as I have yet to see its face.

An Angel’s love is there forever,

this Angel of mine is really grand.

Giving sound advice whenever,

I need it like a friend.

renukakkar 12.11.2011

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Living life lifelessly

I live my life,

as if it is lifeless. 

As a flame of a wick lamp,

emits no brightness. 

Separation was written beforehand,

now meeting is impossible.

How two hearts are pained,

no direction to meet seems possible.

I live my life,

as if it is lifeless. 

As a flame of a wick lamp,

emits no brightness. 

It looked as if,

i would acquire happiness.

But my boat got stuck in a whirlpool,

reaching the bank was aimless.

I live my life,

as if it is lifeless. 

As a flame of a wick lamp,

emits no brightness. 

A smile on the lips is seen,

but it does not reach the heart.

I smile to hide my pain,

so no one can see my hurt.

I live my life,

as if it is lifeless. 

As a flame of a wick lamp,

emits no brightness.

The moon, the fresh air ,the scene,

are no longer necessary.

If you can not be with me,

their being here for me is un happy.


I live my life,

as if it is lifeless. 

As a flame of a wick lamp,

emits no brightness.

Somehow manage and meet me, 

awaiting for you my eyes wait anxiously.

Do not take so long in coming,

that i am not alive to meet you eventually. 

I live my life,

as if it is lifeless. 

As a flame of a wick lamp,

emits no brightness.

renukakkar 10.11.2011

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Jeete hai hum yu hi

Jeete hai hum yu hi,

lekin zindagi nahin.

Jalte hue diye ki lou main,

jaise roshni nahi.

Judai to likhi pahle se,

aab to milna mumkin nahi.

Kaise tarape do dil,

koi raasta dikhta nahi.

Jeete hai hum yu hi,

lekin zindagi nahin.

Jalte hue diye ki lou main,

jaise roshni nahi.

Lagne laga tha jaise,

kushiya hongi hasil abhi.

Lekin majdhar me naav,

kinare se lagi nahi.

Jeete hai hum yu hi,

lekin zindagi nahin.

Jalte hue diye ki lou main,

jaise roshni nahi.

Hootho pe hansi hai,

lekin dil mai aye nahi.

Haste hai zakhum chupaye,

koi aur dekhe nahi.

Jeete hai hum yu hi,

lekin zindagi nahin.

Jalte hue diye ki lou main,

jaise roshni nahi.

Yeah chand ye hawa ye nazare,

sab ki aab zaroot nahi.

Agar tum paas na honge,

to inka  vajood hi nahi.

Jeete hai hum yu hi,

lekin zindagi nahin.

Jalte hue diye ki lou main,

jaise roshni nahi.

Aajao tum kisi tara bhi, 

karte intazaar nazre thake nahi.

Itni bhi dher na ho kabhi,

hum  tumhe zinda mile nahi. 

Jeete hai hum yu hi,

lekin zindagi nahin.

Jalte hue diye ki lou main,

jaise roshni nahi.

renukakkar 9.11.2011

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Winter knocks

The nip in the air, winter onset is indicating

the wind blowing has a biting feeling

making a sound while it is blowing.

to face the cold weather our town is readying.

The sun is seen less and less

it's warmth is un felt, if it comes

People dress in dark and heavy clothes  

as if to match the gloomy clouds.

Towards December the cold intensifies

the neck, head and ears take cover

As the doorbell rings we look at each other

whose turn is it to open the door ?

The warmth of the room heater is 13 or less,

temperature outside of 2 or even lower it goes

As Christmas nears, snowflakes the town witnesses

higher regions have snow covered mountains. 

Christmas and New Year is a white one

with a white blanket cover of soft snow

The clouds not to be outdone

matches the snow on trees,houses roads to the bone.

Nights are without clouds and clear

seems as if the stars are much near

Tourists come here for mental peace

this time for them is a bonus indeed. 

My home town I am missing 

would love to watch snow flakes falling

I'm ready to face the north winds biting and blowing

My childhood memories I would enjoy reliving. 

renukakkar 6.11.2011

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