Before and after

In the far lost kingdom of the pop, everyone was thirsty and every lake dry.
From an unknown place came a black, singing his tales of hope and love.
To the draught he was the sacred drop, and to see him sing the oldest did try.
For he sang of what we lack, and he moved like I can't say how.
Every time the music struck his back, no eyes blinked like a striking vow.
A lakh day later, shall a man believe,
such a person in matter, on this earth live?

No one spoke of treason, no one of love and royal shame,
none wrote sonnets and plays, like him was none before.
He was born with a reason, and with his words he scored fame,
He did on every feeling glaze, and in penning was he a lore.
His words had their own place and his books their special store.
A lakh day later, shall a man believe,
such a person in matter, on this earth live?

No one ever will trust, and complain I am in dreams,
but I don't wish this history rust, so I write it in the empty reams.

(Disclaimer: Poem theme inspired from the quote - http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/452888-on-the-occasion-of-mahatma-gandhi-s-70th-birthday-generations-to )

Good morning

O dear wake and look to the east look at the nature cooking her feast.
The pitch black clouds foam in the sky, thick and dark yet they fly.
The bright red sun shines till the west; it is no more night to rest.
O dear wake up nature is on; it's a good day and a sweet dawn.

The old royal kettles of the 'lazies' fame stand on the quiet blue flame.
One boils the white milk slow, and one the coffee of the dark glow.
Both mix into warm porcelain mug, embracing each other like a hug.
Thus the coffee brews into air; the heaven invites you up one stair.
O dear wake up and breathe such air, a new day awaits you warm and fair.

The water of that calm night rain has half sunk and half gone to drain.
The lazy cover crushed in your hands, as you dreamt of those fairylands.
The mist is gone and cold breezes too, into the far off wests now they blew.
O dear wake up today is the best; it's time to work not to rest.

The rich, the poor and the beautiful

A warm tub brimming with foam, gives you no joy in a silent home.
A song no one listens as you sing, a phone that seems too lazy to ring,
A dish no one tastes when you cook, and none to dedicate when you write a book,
It's all too boring to live such a life, too sad to have no kids, no wife.

A race you run with no one to cheer, a trophy you won is a metal mere.
A tear to soak your cheek never dries, and when you lose no one cries,
None to smile in a cheerful way, none to wish on a bright white day,
An empty life is a candle that burns, in a dark room where no one runs.

Not a thousand riches buy you a smile, nor they buy a hand to serve,
They don't buy kids to play, but toys that always lifeless lay,
Not a meal is sumptuous if none shares; never are you beautiful if no one stares,
It's all too boring to live such a life, too sad to have no kids, no wife.

Such a life you shall never enjoy to live, none to tease you none to believe.
A mass of servants who run around riches, are none but disguised stealthy witches.
A life in a mansion big yet alone, is the joy's never paid loan.
After all,
An empty life is a candle that burns, in a dark room where no one runs.

Princess's theatre

Been a thousand bad days, yet I wait for one good dawn;
When I would make it through the hard ways, to reach the sweet rose lawn;
Where would wait a prince to be mine, a prince who loves and cares;
On his lips would the sun shine, his life for me he dares.

I walk it today a part of the way, the rest of it too I do today
As in my dreams I do
O prince here I come here I come; U shall take me in your arm in your arm.
O prince our song I hum song I hum, in it I sleep all is calm happy calm.

There is a rosy sponge to sleep, far away in the palace that binds,
It binds me for you make me weep, not being around amidst crooked minds.
I am afraid you shall go forever and ever, away into forests that gulp,
And shall grind you O poetic paper, from beautiful hymns to pulp.

I shed tears and wipe them and walk, long and long inquiring I stalk,
As in my dreams I do
O prince here I come here I come; U shall take me in your arm in your arm.
O prince our song I hum song I hum. In it I sleep all is calm happy calm.