What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?

Jiggling the bell of peace in the

war turned zones,

Crying on the broken edges of unity,

Holding the Rabi and the Hamas

on either hands,

Declaring a solemn moment

of reflection.

Playing a clip of their actions

to them,

Revealing the infants dead bodies

littering the street,

Causing their eyes to see how

innocent blood is drained into

the stream,

Pleading by their high exalted

self defense,

There is more to life than war,

We cannot be better by war,

No one lives with clear

conscience after war,

The blood of the innocents

cries had for vengeance,

I will take the path of peace to Gaza,

I will cause the opposing

sides to walk there by,

That both children can only refer

to the history of war and enmity,

As posterity strengthens the

cord of foreseeable unity.

I will open their eyes to the beauty

of love,

That they may by this, choose

the path of peace.

My quest might appears to wear

the regalia of possible risk,

I will choose the path of

peace in Gaza,

Since the UN has chosen to

be passive at the corridors

of diplomatic incorrigibility.

What are you most proud of in your life?

So proud of you, great mother,

An epitome of love you were Mum,

Your absence is a vacuum unfilled,

Your counsels still echo clear,

Sweet Mum am so proud of you,

You defy pleasures to get us trained,

You kindheartedness knew

no bound,

As your good works speak

of you,

I will forever be grateful for

your worthy life on this

side of eternity,

I wish you are still here with us,

I wish I can enjoy seeing

your old age,

I wish my daughter could

behold her loving grandma,

I wish you are here to

tell your grandchildren those

good old stories,

A mother with distinction

you were,

Sweet Mum,

Even at your exit,

I am so proud of you.

What have you been working on?

From my hidden corridor

I found no rest,

Seeing through the window

blinds the horror of men,

As the fainting voices of

hopeless infants scream

in an untold agonizing tears,

The innocent victims of an

avoidable war on world street.

Nothing to work on than to

plead with the gladiators of war,

That they might hear and cease fire,

Two wrongs never make a right,

War begat war as no one

ready to quit.

For the sake of the vulnerable

I cause no rest for my pen,

For the sake of casualties

on both wings

My pen plead for peace,

Yes, someone must be blamed

for every conflict I guess,

But in much words we seek

reasons for a redress.

Peace is costly scarce,

but not unaffordable,

It takes two to tangle on the

table of diplomacy,

Our journey to peaceful

harbour is less than a mile,

But too far for jet fighters to reach,

On the wings of long-suffering

shall we all scale all huddles,

That our differences might

not stand as barriers,

On our path to global peace.

We will be glued to the

inking feather,

Until we all accost the global peace.

What’s something most people don’t know about you?

Long ago I found a pen,

Not on sight but inner mind,

Bit by bit I got to know,

It’s a friend for life with me.

One by one it coined out words,

Two by two I filed it in,

Tense by tense it makes a sense,

And many people ask me how.

Little do they know my friend,

Hiding deeply in my thought,

Noise unheard so loud within,

Then I know it’s time to write.

Words of peace it whispers on,

Causing all my fingers move,

Cresting on the hearts of men,

Not from me but through a friend.

Loving friendly is my pen,

Cuddling close my simple heart,

Schooling me to hate no one,

But to care with words of peace.

Many fellows do not know,

That I have a golden friend,

That forever we shall be,

Preaching love till whole world know.

One by one we craft the words,

Two by two we chant in peace,

Till the whole world smile in peace,

Pen and I will stand on still.

Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?

Whether it makes me

unproductive or not,

is a function of my

momentum desire,

Whether it gives my cavity

a moment of rest or not,

depends on my prevailing

order of demand,

Each day in the history of man,

is marked with countless activities,

Even the sabbath is a workday

for the clergy,

No day appears to be literally lazy,

Man works round the clock,

To meet both needs and wants,

Toiling from dawn to dust,

Yet none has been able to

gain the world,

Lest he got crushed under

the yoke of labour,

National lazy day was instituted,

That human body might rest,

From all activities of labour.

Does lazy day applies to all?

As essential workers have

no such privilege.

It is neither rest not unproductive,

It is a period of reflection,

rejuvenation and  retreat to refire,

The body may be at inertia,

yet the brain keeps projecting

into a comely future,

We rest to reset our activities

as human,

Human activities devoid

of rest might collapse in a

short while,

Yet no lazy day is wholesomely

void of activities.

But endless lazy day awaits all men,

Just at that corner below six feet,

When that bed will be laid for us all,

No necessity of life can awake

anyone resting there.

When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?

When I think of the hands that

fashioned the universe

and the architectural alignment

of our lithosphere,

The real definition of success

comes to mind,

He is eternally successful, that

has brought us to be.

He fashioned the most gorgeous

beautiful being called human,

He made beautiful animals

in millions according to their

order of habitations,

Herbs in trillium species feeding

both human and animals,

He caused every members of the

nebula to be suspended in the space,

Each travelling in different order

of orbital alignment without a

noticeable accidental collision,

Heavens and heavenly bodies

are by His unsearchable wisdom,

By His wisdom cause the sun to

brightens our days and the

moon to replicate a lesser light

by night,

No successful order of an

eternal arrangement has

been as consistent as this,

God, you are eternally successful.

No science can fathom your wisdom,

He is successful in wisdom

that gives success to the most

successful.

He that comes to mind is He that

fashioned all that is in existence.

God Almighty is eternally successful.

What makes a good neighbor?

Not walls of partition but

works of compassion,

Not fence of great heights but

friendship with gratitude,

As we live in charity, love and

compassion towards one another.

However our world is not so.

Hate in the neighborhood spreads

like wildfire,

Brother against brother on

things that matter less,

Men against women because

of superiority claim,

Nation against nation just

because of the mondanes

we literally make the would

a war zone,

and fellow humans the spoil thereby.

How then can we adopt

good neighborhood,

We cannot give hatred and

expect love,

We make good neighbor by

selfless service,

No preference, no prejudice

we see all as one,

In humility we share,

in patience we cope,

bearing in mind our

differences in thought,

belief, ideology and philosophy,

We make tolerance our

choicest gospel,

We love without dissimulation,

In the spirit of egalitarianism

we treat every one equally,

Preferring one another.

Giving to hospitality and generosity,

Not taking advantage of

the less privileged at the

corridor of exploitation,

Adopting choice of words

that heals the hearts of the

hearers, not the ones that

stears up revolt and contention,

A lifestyle of honesty and

transparency in

communal matters,

Then our local and global

neighbors will reciprocate

in peaceful accord.

Arrogance and egocentrism

will be put jailed in the

prison of forgetfulness,

And the corners of our world

will know peace.

What could you try for the first time?

Bringing them to the table

of dialogue,

Persuading their eyes to see

their terror,

Being unleashed on

innocent minds,

I mean the victims of war

in the Eurasia,

With glad heart will I welcome

the prince of Russia to sit

next to that of Ukraine,

At the same table would I will

invite the emperor of Hamas

as well as the most noble

Rabi of the Israeli,

That we might share our differences,

And reach a reasonable compromise,

We must end this flow of blood,

Our rivers are becoming red,

Lifeless bones are too many

on our streets,

Widows and orphans are

on the multiplying side

of our equations,

Orphanage homes no longer

admit new intakes,

This war must stop.

Weapons of war need to rest,

Least we put our populace

in jeopardy,

And our cities turned to hills of

dead bones,

That we might reason together,

That we might swallow our prides

and bury our arrogance,

Not everyone is blessed with

private jet,

To fly away with families and

friends to corridors of peace,

Why should we hide our own

loved ones in safety and put

the lives of the vulnerable at

jeopardy of war,

Why?

We must stop this madness

before it turned against our

household with full force.

This war must stop.

I will and again try to call the

gladiators of war to table

of dialogue

I will not mind if it fails.

What principles define how you live?

Contentment, though not woo

by too many,

but it’s best companion

that prevents my

thoughts from unhealthy

comparison.

Self-discipline, very hard to

be maintained

as a close ally, but here I keep

it close to

heart so I can be freed

from frivolity.

Honesty, it is well appreciated

when it’s

favours the world, but if other

way round, the

world frowns at it. Yet will I

not trade it

for gold.

Charity for humanity irrespective

of what

you are, who you are or where

you are, so long you are human,

you win my heart within

my capacity

Principles are the true definition

of human character, they reveal

a great deal of us even when

we tend to hide. They are like

perfume of an uncommon

flagrance, you cannot spray

it and hide it odour.