Journeys in a grand journey

Journeys are pure thrills, adventures

Pilgrimage seeking isolation, solitude excepted.

Journeys are to see new places, new faces,

new cultures, eat new local special food,

sleep, walk, run, drive, tour in the new world

Journeys are special days to remember

etched in memory, cached in brain

take pictures for sharing in the social media

with friends, the world, for posterity

Journeys are welcome break from monotony

Journeys are just for the sake of journeys too

to pass time, to bridge over the interregnum

Journey to near journey to yonder all to ponder

Journeys are to make the most of the time in joy

In the grand journey between life and death, enjoy!

Make the most of it , taste the whole of it

share, cherish,make them stand in the grand journey!

Backpack. Trek, motor away in great style

Journeys beckon , times to reckon- Journey ahead to

nature, country side, metropolis, what not, see you there!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Give me a place, give me that place

Give me a place where mad money and greed not in dominance

Give me a place where no activity to make petty money there

Give me a place where people wolf not watching my moves

Give me a place where no one spies and interferes all the time

Give me a place where there is freedom to do right things

Give me a place where I am not insulted if not respected

Give me a place where there is no humdrum of the world

Give me a place where crazy idiots don’t follow to kill the peace

Give me a place where I have the power to punish the spoilers

Give me a place of live in peace, not a graveyard to rest finally!

Have such place?  give me that place

Or just show me the place to go and be in

Forget not to leave me alone, when done

Thanks to you in advance ,stay blessed

Now I take leave of you to go searching!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

P.S: There is a background one needs to understand. People following a person like Paparasi to gather news. in that case no privacy for that individual. the privacy craving is fully justified in that case, the society and the govt. should ensure privacy in such cases

No one like her in the whole world

When I said to her no one like her the whole world

She laughed, there are many like me the world

Ok tell me you love me or not

Love me the most or not

You think of me often or not

You reside in my heart or not

I reside in your heart or not

She said that sweetest “Yes”

Then you are my best gal in the world

Best gal is the best love in the world

Best love is the only gal like no other gal in the world

For nilly willy critics this may not be best poem

Or the best lines in the world

For me these are best lines in the world

Just as she is best gal to me in the world

What say guys what say gals?

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Always a lad, always a poet

Always a lad, always a poet

Always in love, always a lover

Time keeps flying past, yet love stands still

Love invigorating ever I never age no grill!

Love clouds up hovering, showering poetries  sweet

Love keeps me a lad, love keeps me a poet

Times have gone yet I stand forever in time

Thinking good, doing good

Health guarding habits, health guarding food

All keep me young I stand tall as a lad

My dear folks, hear my stories I share now

Feel them, realize as a holy cow

Seek health, seek youthfulness, stay blissed ever

Always a lad, always a poet

Always in love, always a lover

Signing off now, meet again later

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Angel in my horizon

From beneath the dew, mist and hazy horizon sky

A bright dazzling light emerged

There she, my angel soaring over to peer at me

Heart warming my wintery night and day

Shining over me ,into me all the time

Angel with deep floating blue eyes

Overflowing Scarlet hair hanging over her shoulder

Curving over her sandaly back and neck

Drafts of air gently dispersing it beautifully

Like her own hair styler staying out of sight

Sun radiates and glows her skin

As her own beautician in full sight

Moon light bathes her cool

As her own cosmetician for the night

Angel exquisite, damsel excellent

Heart craves, yearns to make her my own

Yet she is someone’s angel

Have to take heart to just see her light

Let her remain perched  where she belongs

Wait for the light to shift to me one day, who knows?

-Mohan Sanjeevan

In the middle of the night on the net ....

In the middle of the night

When lot many nightly side of the world slept

Some keep vigil as guardians of the night

Addicted to the internet and social hella fellas

Making their own world, lost in that world

Chatting, messaging, reading, posting

Saying loving you, missing you, kissing you,

Smiling, hahaha laughing, crying,

noble ones doing charity, doing science

composing poetry, lyrics ,music,singing

Painting with adobe brush, dancing, watching sports-

The night is alive and kicking

The nighters engage the night, enjoying it

Some stay aloof having the night all to themselves

Keeping company with the angels, ghosts of the night

Signals flash through the wires, through the waves

Through the seas, through the space, through the land

Into the never sleeping net , onto the netizens wifis,

Androids, desk tops, laptops back and forth

East, west, south and north round the blue marble

Till the nightly side turn to Sun and light

Nighters keep going till bed calls straight!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

She has gone viral in the heart

Like the images, videos going viral on the net

Spreading like wild fire, doing the rounds

She made her sweet entry into my heart

The miracle started in right earnest

She has gone viral in the heart

Her image gone copying itself million, trillion times

Downloading into the miniscule cells

the cells proud to have it in them

an image so regal, royal with a stylish nod

standing upright with lithe and grace

Her desires or emotions never show up

whatever they are deep underneath

with slightest hint on the surface

She an unfathomable miracle woman

a beauty par excellence, a queen beyond compare

Her image in me is a standing testimony

to her sweetness, lovely pleasing traits,

our growing chord of friendship so nice

a slender and tender thread of love with spice

A viral so adorable , so lovable to cherish!

Heart beats with awe,  cells breathe with wonder

Bugged by her image, ridden by regaling yonder!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Boot Bungalow

A bungalow in the heart of the city

The house appears so distant from the front gate

Enormous space lies in between

With bushy thorns and shrubs from the front to the porch

A boot bungalow they call- spooky and scary

Looking from the distant front gate

Some one emerged  from the house

And came to stand in the porch

Woo hoo, a ghost!  Oh no! sanity

Rebuked it was daylight and it was some human     

What  the human doing there in the spooky place

Did he sleep in the night or stayed awake with the ghosts

Boot Bungalow is indeed a house of mysteries

One to unravel in the dead of night ,an unnerving

thought ,made one shiver  to cross away from there!

Haunted place’s memories will haunt getting to know- So the

the ghosts and the human are left to rule in the boot bungalow!

-Mohan Sanjeevan