Plight of a child

No one cares for my flowing tears
My young age and so called near and dears.
A horrible pain is within my soul
I sleep slowly as a curled up ball.

The sounds of falling I can still hear
I try to forget by closing my ears.
Screams of my mother are very loud
in fear I start to hear my heart pound.

I wish I could escape the constant fighting
Mother’s shouts and father’s striking.
A girl of 6 what can I do
My father a drunkard I hate him true.

My mother gets bruises all over her body
My father hits out with whatever is handy.
If I come in between even I get blows
and get covered in all sorts of sores.

My father shows no regret for his action
Mother will forgive him like a good lady Indian
Mother is a good woman and so am I
Against women his attitude is a crime.

My childhood is being lost indeed
An abusive Daddy and a mother suppressed.
Why can’t she get up and leave him?
Does she not think my future is maimed?

An insecure childhood and an insecure future
What do I look forward to in a future stranger.
My insecurities of now will increase later
At this age I can only sit down in fear and ponder.

A carefree and happy life is all that I ask
A secure future for me God do cast.
A child being brought up to accept abuse
Indeed a thought forever depressive.

A child is innocent and molds any old how
it’s childhood should be happy as of now.
If you as parents are abusive and indifferent to it
Then as father and mother you have crippled it.

Take note abusive fathers and abused mothers
the fault lies squarely on your shoulders.
For the sake of you smiling innocent children
don’t destroy their future generation.

renukakkar2.9.2011

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Are we alone ?

Stars shining in the sky

disperse darkness entirely.

A man tired and defeat 

many give a helping hand indeed. 

The sun moves alone across the sky 

but planets give it company. 

A lone wick of the lamp spreads light 

darkness below it gives it might. 

   

Every flower  looks a singlet 

placed in a pretty bouquet.

But on a closer look is seen

many flowers a bouquet contains.

We do not walk alone they say

angels are with us always.

It is a different matter though

they come forth when requested to show.

Why do we think  we stand

entirely alone and dejected.

Sometime God is seen

a helping hand to angels is given.

Why is mankind afraid

of being alone and frail..

Life means to come and go

festivity of life goes on

renukakkar 28.8.2011

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क्या हम अकेले है ?

फलक पे एक अंधेरा

भगाते उसे अनेक सितारे.

थके हारे इंसानों को

देते हैं लोग सहारे.

चलता सूरज दिखता अकेला

कई ग्रह उसके हैं साथी.

दिया अकेला रौशनी देता

चिराग तले अंधेरा भी उसका साथी.

हर एक फूल है अकेला

दिखता तो गुलदस्ते में.

परंतु बनता गुल्दस्ता

हमेशां अनेक फूलों से.

अकेले हम तो नहीं चलते

हमारे संग चलते फ़रिश्ते.

यह अलग बात है लेकिन

बुलाने पर वह सामने आते.

हम हमेशां क्यों यह सोचें

अकेले रह गए परेशां.

साथ-साथ हाथ बटाते

फ़रिश्तो के साथ दिखते भगवान.

इंसान क्यों यह सोचे

कि वह रह गया अकेला.

ज़िंदगी तो आना जाना है

दुनिया में तो लगा है मेला.

renukakkar 28. 8. 2011

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Haikus- an attempt

Stars in the dark sky

twinkle  for you and me

never wavering or tiring.

Water gushing from a high fall

sprinkling sparkling clean 

sun plays hide and seek.

Wind blows across the street

lifting dust, leaves, flowers

snatches away my letters.

Sun shining in my eyes

makes them brim with tears

unshed  no one sees.

Rain comes as a downpour

cleaning  sky, plants and road

hiding tears that flow.

renukakkar 24.8.2011

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Hues of Autumn

My hair turned gray as the autumns pass

remembering many seasons our hearts once knew

The richness of the shared times

those were special for me and you.

The ticking of the clock of time goes on

As down life’s road I alone now go

Our hearts were joined in a bond of love

when we walked in fallen snow.

Your eyes would brighten like the sky

And my heart would begin to sing

As our children flung their arms around you

to show and express their loving.

All the summers have now gone

And my live is now hues of autumn

I stop and reminiscence

where our lives have gone.

Gray hair and more lines trace my face

like soft shadows veil the wall

Our children have since gone away

And alone I watch the rich leaves fall.

Our love stands bright with fewer changes

and one by one I witness going by days

Alone I be but grow still stronger

as you watch me from above as if through haze.

Those promises we made to each other long ago

To be happy in any situation I still abide

our lives are still bound together so true

though separated by a wall when you died.

renukakkar 24.8.2011

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Life a strange riddle

 Life is indeed a strange riddle

difficult to understand even a little.

Without asking you get what you don't want

but you never get what you really want.

If we pray for the good of all

then God grants his goodwill.

Everything is in his hands

He corrects wrong timing and directions. 

Without his consent not a leaf  dare to move  

thinking big we fail to set in order homes or nations. 

Little things we make into issues serious 

Some people even dare to thing they are our masters.

Kalyug is the materialistic era of today

Full of false pride, lies and deceit is mankind today.

Thinking and holding others in contempt

Some thinking God to be their equal in all respect. 

Good thoughts of mankind determines his successful rise

Avoidance of greed and arrogance gives him a meaningful life.

Such persons live their lives as examples for others

such people's destiny comprises nothing but trials after trials. 

renukakkar 16.8.2011

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ज़िन्दगी एक अजब पहेली

ज़िन्दगी एक अजब पहेली है I 

जिसको  समझना आती कठिन है II

जो ना चाहें वो बिन मांगे मिलता है I

जो चाहें वो कभी नहीं मिलता है II

सब का भला हम मांगते हैं I

तो सब का भला होता है II 

मालिक के हाथों मे सब कुछ तो है I

सबका बिगड़ा समय वो संवारता हैII

उसकी मर्ज़ी बगैर कोई पत्ता भी नहीं हिलता है I

हमसे तो ना आपना घर ना देश संवर पाता है II  

छोटी बातो को हम गंभीर समस्या बनाते हैं I  

कुछ लोग तो मालिक बनने की जुर्रत करते हैं II 

आज का यह युग कलियुग है I

मानव स्वभाव इस युग में अच्छा नहीं है II

दूसरों को अपने से तुच्छ समझता है I

यह तो कुछ लोगों की सोच बन गई है II 

अच्छें हों मानव के विचार तो जीवन सफल है I  

लोभ और अहंकार से परे रहकर तो जीवन पार है II

ऐसे विचार वाले लोग जीवन में मिसाल बनते हैं I 

मालिक ने उनके लिए केवल कठिनाई का जीवन लिखा है II 

renukakkar 16.8.2011

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