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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Zindagi hume batati hai yehi

Zindagi hume batati hai yehi,

haar ke baad aati  jeet hee.

Kabhi gum hai, kabhi kushi,

zindagi hume batati hai yehi.

Choro baate kismat ki,

hume yeah sikathi hai.

Khud pe barosa karna  hai,

zindagi hume batati hai yehi...

Zindagi hume batati hai yehi,

haar ke baad aati  jeet hee.

Kabhi gum hai, kabhi kushi,

zindagi hume batati hai yehi.

Dukh ke aandhere taltae hai,

aur kushi ka aanchal chav deta hai.

Zindagi to sangarsh ka tarika hai,

zindagi hume batati hai yehi.

Zindagi hume batati hai yehi,

haar ke baad aati  jeet hee..

Kabhi gum hai, kabhi kushi,

zindagi hume batati hai yehi.

Aate jaate hai yehan subhi,

roote  aate hai or jaate bhi.

Chorh jayange yehan apni majudgi,

zindagi hume batati hai yehi.

Zindagi hume batati hai yehi,

haar ke baad aati  jeet hee.

Kabhi gum hai, kabhi kushi,

zindagi hume batati hai yehi.

renukakkar30.10.2011

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Triveni Sangam

Kehate hai is jagha ko sangam,

teen nadiyo ka hota milan.

Ganga,Yamuna or Saraswati,

teeno nadiya milti yahi.

Kahan kahan se aati hai,

meelo ka safar karti hai.

Ganga to bahati aati hai,

pass yamuna gehari aati hai.

Devatao or Danavo ki larhai main,

gira tha amrit yahain.

Is jagha pe nahate, 

dhul jate sub paap yahain.

  

Trivani, Prayag ya Allahabad naam hai, 

aye the yaha Baghvan Ram bhi. 

12 varsh ke baad aata yaha,

 Kumb ka mela lagata jaha.

Ganga ka paani peela,

yamuna ka paani neela.

Ganga ki gehari 4 feet,

yahuma ki hai 40 feet.

Ganga bahate saaf sutheri aage,

peelapan chor jaati piche.

Kashtiyo pe savaar hoke,

log aate hain sangam pe.

Triveni pe unchi jagha bani,

log  nahate, paap dhote. 

Swarg ki manokamna karte,

aapna mael piche chorte

Hum bhi aye the yaha,

bus kuch saal pahale.

Nahaye nahi yaha hum to,

bus pranaam keya Ganga ji ko. 

renukakkar 29.10.2011

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A different type of homework

Being a science student I attended cookery class for only one term (3 months) in Class 8th...This poem is a small contribution for the Cookery Class when we had to make Cookies at home and take them to school for checking/inspection :) I have tried to make it a funny poem :)

I was given homework to do,

a good presentation I made.

Next day I showed it too,

all my friends really admired.

My teacher came to inspect,

surprisingly she sniffed it like a puppy.

then she took a small bit,

chewing it and looked happy.

She took another bigger piece,

munching away and smiling.

I watched not feeling nice,

seeing my homework disappearing.

Soon she had finished it all,

I stood with my mouth agape.

My homework seems to be vitamins full,

that a teacher ate it with a burp?

Normal is marking of assignment to make you pass,

What of tasting and then eating your homework ?

Your marking is done like this in class !

in cookery class the teacher eats your work. :) 

renukakkar 28.10.2011

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A sweet song of love

Listen to this sweet song of love, 

a different  love song of our strife.

The victory of truth in life, 

listen to this sweet song of love.... 

Walking together in our dreams where have we reached,

just look how blue is the sky here.

Our song is even sung by the birds here,

where ever our eyes can see is pure light spread.

Listen to this sweet song of love, 

a different  love song of our strife.

The victory of truth in life, 

listen to this sweet song of love.... 

Cool cool breezes blow here always, 

beyond the stars is our little cottage.

The rainbow colours are here to manage,

they where they commence their journeyof joys.

Listen to this sweet song of love, 

a different  love song of our strife.

The victory of truth in life, 

listen to this sweet song of love.... 

Forbidden to meet each other in this world,

encircled within our customs were we both.

imprisoned and guarded were we both,

we died in breaking away from the customs of this world.  

Listen to this sweet song of love, 

a different  love song of our strife.

The victory of truth in life, 

listen to this sweet song of love.... 

renukakkar 23.10.2011

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