Fortune favors the brave

Blessed are those, named acme achiever,

Hailing success and renown forever,

Whose every hour is a golden hour,

And each step a success lever.

But, reality of being blessed is simply based

Inspection would lead in fortune traced,

The major key is effort and action,

Of which one should be fully laced.

Success, of which, if you get a hold,

It may get your life mould

As what follows success, is success

Soon, every second has influence of gold.

Not very tough, making success way,

Go on crossing obstacles that lay

Task becomes easier with each step,

And impossible is your routine one day

So fiercely take up steps to succeed,

Blow off problems in way to proceed,

Bond with all your ups and downs

After all, grain flourishes on sowing seed.

Once you start bold with action,

Embodied with effort at every section,

Winds of success, blow your way,

Refreshing you at every junction.

A tiger starves if remain in cave,

Don’t shed lazy and dig own grave,

Let you flow in roaring wave,

As fortune favors only the brave… only the brave.

उम्मीद

उम्मीद के दिये के तले

जो बैठा गूढ़ अँधेरा है,

ओ मेरे दिल-ऐ-नादान

तेरा भी वहीँ बसेरा है!

क्यूँ व्यर्थ की आस है,

मेरे लिए भी सवेरा है,

जिस सुबह की बात करे तू,

उसपे ज़ोर न तेरा है न मेरा है।

क्या पता उस रोज़,

न सूरज उगे, न सवेरा हो,

सूरज की किरणों के ऊपर,

बादलों का डेरा हो,

रोशन फिजाओं की जगह,

घनघोर फैला अँधेरा हो।

खुशियों ने संगीत नहीं,

गम की विलाप सुरा हो।

उम्मीद के अश्व पे आरोह कर,

संभलने की चाह न करना,

झूठी आस लिए दिल में,

ख़ुद को गुमराह मत करना,

जाने कितने ही घर,

इसकी आंधी में उड़ गये,

बिखर जाए जो घर तेरा भी,

अफ़सोस कर आह न करना।

In Lap of Nature

Tsunami, The rain of thunders
Often inject me with Wonders
About the two extremes of nature,
One filling love other wonders...
One one hand, its life source
On other its the deadly force
To blow off lives as leaves
During its oscillating course
The Dreadful, deadly scene
Of deaths which has been
Often querries with tear flow
Why nature is so mean?
And queastions an innocent lad
A sweet smile with chin, he had
Which he lost in tsunami hunger
Asks, Am I that bad?
The eight year chap never knows
That his happiness has froze
Since the devil tsunami came
And, ate his parents once it rose...
Lost everything he looks in haste
To each & everyone as a guest
In his new dark family, where
Sorrow is to eat & tears to taste...
His senses are lost even to smile
The blunder closed his grace file
Sad and lone, he has to walk
And the way seems long as Nile
He cries due to hunger at times
With song for life, it rhymes
And its nature striking again
All the pain it sublimes
And finally the mother nature
In its fully motherly posture
Will guide the boy to survival
Oh what a fluctuating gesture...
Its nature which hurts or kills
And revives you again with motherly pills
After all, for all love & care
You finally have to pay the bills...
The dual nature is still a mystery
Waxing & wanning was since history
When things are out of range
It strikes and take the revenge
But, then its motherhood play again
To get back whatever lost... to regain...!