RIVER OF TIME

Poem

RIVER OF TIME 

Time goverens this universe and also the life of each thing or object within it.  Nothing exits out of time. A unique poem on time

By Mukesh Sharma

Flowing from time,

Beyond past.

Towards endless,

End so fast.

Having no beginning,

And no mortal end.

It mellows in circle,

With no circumference.

It’s fathomless depth,

Measureless breadth.

Home of countless galaxies,

Innumerable stars and planets.

 River of Time

Our yellow dwarf,

Moon like a dot.

Tiny earth all wallowing,

In ceaseless spate.

Lovely blue planet,

Home of all and one.

From virus, bacteria,

To all humans.

Mother nature,

On earth sires life.

Nurtures all beings,

With no strife.

Mountains and rivulets,

Oceans, seas and all.

Lolling in lap,

Of mother earth withal.

Mortal moron man,

Divides earth.

Into countries,

With all egoist mirth.

Man ever squabbling,

Over mine and yours.

Oblivious of fact,

Not he a landlord.

My house, wife and kids,

My dignity and dime.

All go down,

When comes Time.

Childhood leads to youth,

And ends up in old age.

With death,

Life reaches final stage.

One comes up,

In fullness of time.

On completion of age,

Just goes down.

Up and down,

Up and down.

All floating in,

River of time.

LABYRINTH OF LOVE

LABYRINTH OF LOVE

Love, a man,

Known as he.

It's a woman,

Seen as she

By Mukesh Sharma 

Love, a mother's,

Heart-throb.

Felt by foetus,

In the womb.

Love, a mother's,

Lullaby.

Enjoyed by,

The baby.

Love, a father's,

Humming hug.

That gives child,

Needed smug.

Love, an unknown,

Obsession.

Often afflicts,

 The adolescence.

LABYRINTH OF LOVE

Love, a first,

Lip- kiss.

No lover,

Ever misses.

Love, a tight,

Embrace now and then.

That makes lovers,

Touch heaven.

Love, a biological,

Need and further.

Of one body,

For the other.

Love, a perception,

Of curves and contour.

Love bitten loves,

It ever and ever.

Love, a yoga of,

Deep breaths out and in.

Taken by lovers,

Together within.

Love, an orgasm,

Wished by a woman.

An ejaculation 

Desired by a man.

Love, a man,

Known as he.

It's a woman,

Seen as she.

WOMAN

Of Woman

Woman, a vast sky,

That covers man and his all acts,

Above faith and belief,

She deserves respect

By Mukesh Sharma

Woman, a mystery,

No man can solve indeed.

Like a God She is,

Perceived, not easy to please.

Woman, a mother,

That procreates really.

Makes a child a man,

And a man a baby.

Woman, a desire,

An eternal spring.

Began with Adam,

Shall end with Eve.

Of Woman

Woman, a dream,

Every man delights.

Be it in dead of night,

Or a full daylight.

Woman, a touch,

Man can feel not.

With open eyes,

But in mind, eyes shut.

Woman, a smile,

Where silence treads.

Only a truth seeker,

Can understand and read.

Woman, a pleasure,

So serene and still.

Only a faithful can,

Experience and feel.

Woman, a namaaz

Offered with attitude all.

Niyat not broken,

Except on mother’s call.

Woman, a worship,

A matter of belief is.

Can be propitiated with,

Pure mind and sacrifice.

Woman, an azaan,

That turns one on.

And reminds,

God's not far off.

Woman, an Eid,

Believers wait and wish.

After holy ramzaan what,

Relation between man-God is.

Woman, a Diwali,

That dispels darkness.

Even in deep sorrow,

Can bring happiness.

Woman, a nature,

That nurtures all.

Like a universe,

Beyond man’s call.

Woman, a public,

That makes netas.

Bears all the brunt,

With no complaint.

Woman, an India,

Holding all together.

Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Christian,

Like a marigold flower.

Woman, a vast sky,

That covers man and his all acts,

Above faith and belief,

She deserves respect.

Little World of Body

Little World of Body

By Mukesh Sharma

What makes the frame,

Pancreas, kidney, lungs & liver.

Heart and mind,

Together give it life-shiver.

A perturbed pancreas,

May reduce body to stick.

Docs call the condition,

As diabetic.

If kidney goes on strike,

Collected garbage stinks

And body's put,

On the blink.

Lungs carrier of Prana,

If dares to default,

All functions,

Come to halt.

The secret of life,

Contend the clever.

How long one lives,

Depends on liver.

Manager of Body is,

Mysterious mind,

Little's known,

Of its kind.

Little World of Body,

A playground of breath,

The day game stops,

Man meets his death.

GOD, CHOWKIDAAR OF UNIVERSE

GOD, CHOWKIDAAR OF UNIVERSE

By Mukesh Sharma

The day baby,

Takes birth.

It's mother is,

Chowkidaar on earth.

Offspring grow up,

In all possible best.

For father is,

Chowkidaar of nest.

All fun and frolic,

Play crank.

As child is,

Chowkidaar of pranks.

All wishes, wants,

And vanity,

A woman guards as,

Chowkidaar of her beauty.

Dreams, desires,

Ego and stand.

A man covers up as,

Chowkidaar of manhood.

Pappu can't,

Grow up in country.

As he is,

Chowkidaar of stupidity.

Born to serve,

With single idea.

Modi a son of soil is,

Chowkidaar of India.

Shine of sun,

Life on earth flourish.

Because God is,

Chowkidaar of universe.