" RAIN "

It has been raining for days

Weather has never been so awesome

Mysterious clouds all over

No one knows

When the downpour occurs

I am enjoying it

Entourage of good buddies

Along the Rajpur road

Getting wet

Riding bike and splashing water
Overhanging trees through the valley

Cool gush of wind

A hot cup of tea 

Some spicy snacks

Old gossips mixed with some new one's

Oh! God this is boon.

It has been raining for days

I don’t remember

When nature was so furious ever

Two crore nomads

In the plains of Indus

In the land of five rivers

No shelter

No food

Some loved ones are missing

Water everywhere
As far as my eyes can see

But still it is scarce
Once called brothers
Are now the dacoits
Once called terrorists
Are now angels
Helping the affected
There motive unknown
May be to get some recruits
Some more bombings
Some more blood
In the name of the God
Who only preached "peace"

Oh! God this is bane

It has been raining for days

The weather has never been like this before

We are too small

To challenge your supremacy

What is it God?

Is it a boon or bane.

" A Call at the Eleventh Hour "

A call at the eleventh hour
Everyone’s running
Doctor out of his clinic
Teacher from her school
Designers fled from her boutique
Students bunking his class
Shopkeepers leaving his shop
Engineers out of their site
Homemakers in a rush
Everyone’s running
All in unison
In Love of Doon
In love of the trees.


Enemy stands tall
With axe’s lifted high
With saw’s in motion
With letters of approval
For a beastly deed
They all are confident
The trees are costly
Money’s around the corner.

Everyone’s together
All high in spirits
The orders are genuine
There’s some agitation
Some vague justification
The beasts are immovable
But the warriors are resolute
They sing of brutality against trees
They sing of green massacre
There is a standstill
They are neither giant
Nor armed
But the spark in their eyes
Their dauntless courage
Against the wrong done
Drives their soul
They snatch the axes’
And the saws’
They sing of green present
They sing of green future.

A call at the eleventh hour
Will reunite them
In love of Doon
In love of the trees
In fact, to save the trees
To save Doon.

" The Tree Story "

Off from home

To school I go

In the bright summer morning

The sun so lambent

The sun so pleasant

Down to the ally of trees

So big

I walk in the shade of their grandeur

From the shade of the one

To the shade of other

I walk

I run

I jump and I stop

From the shade of the one

To the shade of the other

I walk

I run

I jump and I stop

It’s time to say bye

For another tiring day at school

With History

With geography

With science

With math

I can relate to none

But will be waiting

To walk

To run

To jump and to stop.

Off from school

To home I go

In the hot summer afternoon

The sun so scorching

The sun so harsh

Down to the ally of trees

That stood so big

I walk beside the fallen grandeur

From the trunk of one

To the trunk of other

I walk

I run

I jump and I stop

From the trunk of one

To the trunk of another

I walk

I run

I jump and I stop

It’s time to say good bye

For another tiring evening at home

With homework

History

Geography

Science

Math

I’ll try to relate to things ungrasped

Waiting for another day

To walk

To run

To jump and to stop.

From the shade of one

To the shade of another.

" Walking In The City Which Once Was Green "

Walking in the city

Which once was green?

The trees were plenty

And concrete was scarce

The time though changed

It’s the other way round

The roads were narrow

The canals flowed swiftly

The trees stood tall

The air was pure

And the smell was pleasant

The time though changed

Its’ the other way round

The traffic was growing

Government had a solution

Trees which made the city green

Were marked with red

In the name of development

The tenders were passed

And the axe was swayed

Though the trees are gone

But the chunks have remained

Silently remorseful of the deed so done

The roads have widened, the jams are frequent

The signals are working, but the cops are careless.

Government is meek, thinking of a solution

But there isn't any solution

Because the trees are gone

Walking in the city

Which once was green?

The concrete is plenty

And the trees are scarce

The time have changed

Who will TURN it the other way round?