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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How important it is to study ?

Anand was a poor lad,

which was indeed a pity.

A will to learn he had,

and his maths was indeed wizardly.

Languages especially ancient,

he was comfortable learning.

His spellings were great,

and Geography was outstanding.

A real intelligent kid,

who had a great intelligent quotient.

To teach him a teacher would be proud, 

the making of a great man was his potential.

A tailor shop his father had,

wanted his son to join the  trade. 

Study books and fees was now matter dead, 

son should help  earn family its bread.

Anand sits cross legged on a low table,

and now learns to snip and sew.

Snipping at cloths that he is able.

to make them into wearable clothes you know.

Poor Anand what a life's waste,

as he bravely faces a future unpalatable.

Indeed a matter of a study case,

emotionally blackmailed into  undesirable.

As your clothes he for you fits,

wonder what in his mind he thinks?

Perhaps, that he is really a misfit,

what life has more unpleasant surprises ? 

There is hope in every situation,

a kind client one day came by.

Got him admitted in a school open,

to complete his education by and by.

renukakkar 5.11.2011

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Building dreams into reality

Bright cool moonlight,

my love comes this way.

Please shine your light,

to illuminate his pathway.

Please be around,

to give that  aura of togetherness.

Do not disappear behind a cloud,

that I have to talk in darkness.

This stranger fills my life to the brim,

most precious and most dear. 

Meaningless is my life without him,  

watch over him if i am not here. 

I see him in my dreamland,

where we all go when asleep.

You moonlight in that scene grand,

lights up our pathways in leaps.

There we walked together,

in your cool moonlight.

Building dreams of our future,

in you light bright.

So also tonight,
we meet again in reality, 
Our future is bright,
as we chalk our plans for infinity.

renukakkar 2.11.2011

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Confluence of three rivers( Triveni Sangam)

Sangam is what they call this place,

three rivers come to meet here.

Ganga, Yamuna and the mythical Saraswati, 

all the three rivers here meet. 

From where all are these rivers coming?

from many miles they are travelling.

Ganga flows along,

a deeper yamuna comes along.

Gods and the Demons had fought for nectar,

drops of which fell at this confluence.

People come to bathe here, 

washing all their sins away here.

  

Trivani, Prayag or Allahabad are its names, 

the place was visited also by Lord Rama. 

After 12 years a huge event is held,

the Kumb mela is here organised.

Ganga's water is yellowish,

yamuna's water is bluish.

Ganga's depth is only 4 feet,

and yamuna's depth is 40 feet.

Afterwords  Ganga flows neat and clean,

the yellowish water is left behind.

On little boats from banks of Yamuna,

people come to this place of sangam.

On Triveni are raised platforms,

people bathe here to get rid of their sins. 

Seeking entry into heaven,

their life's dirt triveni washes.

Even i had come here,

some years past since.

Did not bathe at Triveni like others,

 to Ganga ji, I just did namaskar. 

renukakkar 30.10.2011

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