inner voice

WAILING MOTHER

 

Who says,heaven is free of misery &   affliction,
Even God failed to understand what he gained with his creation.
Whose curse Jehlum recalling in vain,
forced to witness decaying sons beneath with pain.
Entrapped with no way out, how unfortunate I am now.
Desperate eyes with helpless staring,
Loved ones suffering with no one caring.
How pained she is now, blazing guns snatching her sleep now.
But how could sleep overpower her,
When she helplessly watching ,
olive green sons dying.
Who gains with this game,only I gain,
Full of pain…
Akshay Raina
Anand Nagar, Talab Tillo
Jammu

 

I am Directed To Perform

Balancing self
On the swinging rope of “Time”
Holding the stick of delusion
In my empty hands
I abominably
Like an acrobat
Struggle in life.
Trying to forget
the agonising feet
and
the convulsion that grips my body
I, wistfully
Take faltering steps
To reach the other side.
Some gestures are only
That I understand.
Playing cleanly in the hands
Of my conjurer
I follow
What I’m instructed.
Nobody Claps!
Not even a single coin is thrown
Appreciating this effort of mine…
I still perform,
Because
I’m directed to perform!
Ram Krishan

Inspiration

Inspiration doesn’t comes from the
outer planet
It comes from inside
Inside from your heart or
from your brain
And there is a voice that says you can
try to listen your heart’s voice
always make your own choice
Never bother what other wants from you
Do what your heart says to do
Things will become easier
automatically
And you will do things perfectly
Try to find out something beautiful in everything
Look for the positive,
just act like a king
Passion and compassion
automatically comes in
And this will help u to win
To win your soul, anger and desire
U will win what you want to acquire
Happiness, health and a better state of mind
Helps you to serve better
for the man kind.
Sonika Verma
Lower Shiv Nagar,  Jammu

UNsolved  QUESTION?

When I began to walk,
Suddenly stopped, a thought fell to the ground and shook my mind,
And now I have to find, what it was?
A question rises, who is the creator,
Who made this earth, this universe?
Not me not you.
Someone who knows the truth,
Hidden beneath every person’s birth.
This unsolved question came in front,
Someone answered, my god, someone my Lord!
It’s not real, it’s fake,
Still the problem was not solved,
But I have to solve the puzzle of life,
I have to open the treasure, to gain the real pleasure.
I have fond  that ray, that light,
Which makes us all unite?
Ankit Singh
K.V. Bantalab,
Jammu