Peering down at my sleeping angel

                       

Wow! She lies in the nature’s lap

In the picturesque garden wrap

Me peering down at my angel as the sensuous horse

To guard her, with my own mounting desires in race

Still she lies with her face so serene and peaceful

She looks most beautiful in sleep

Like no other , beyond compare, top!

Energy radiating Sun is the horse in gallop

Me on the role of Sun to shine on her in full wallop

Basking in her serenity and beauty at full clip

She lies serene yet the desires soar heaven high

To seek the heaven, be in the heaven in full cry

She is the right one to be loved so nice hi hi!

Feminine,yet divine, angelic yet with all senses oh my!

I am blessed to guard her, be with her fly, fly, fly!

She is the ultimate and unlimited

Making drinking  the elixir satiated

Such is her grace and kindness so sprited

I stand guard , peer down forever gifted

By the heavens, to ride on so delighted

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Playing with my honey’s mesmerizing hair

                         

The sight of my honey’s  hair pulls me to her

Lustrous , overflowing , superfluous hair

Want to comb,comb and comb coursing my fingers in trance

Pulling to my nostrils to smell it’s intoxicating fragrance

Her hair flows, floating in air extolling the flombayance

Who else’s could be this than my honey’s?

Brimming  with aroma of it’s own, so nice

Laced with flowers covered by transparent veil

It’s breath taking, soul-stirring, vibrant holy grail

Mesmerizing  the mind on it’s sweet trail

Golden hair, swirling hair, curly hair

Buoying my moods and spirits higher

Pleasant  memories lingering longer

not moving away, staying put stronger

playing playing with my honey’s hair encore!

The hair so silky soft yet most powerful in the world

Urges me to take her in my arms with no void

To kiss her magical hair fondly in love

To cherish the moments forever in love

Play, play, play all the time live!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Akshaya tritaya in hridaya!

                      

Akshaya tritaya day

A day to purchase, wear gold

My  angel herself is gold

Brushed, polished,  glittering

Gold is blessed to adorn the golden her

I want to put bangles in her hands

Stacking one after the other in her feather soft hands

The hands and the bangles collide together

Making sweet music to hear

Akshaya tritaya in hridaya!

My great angel ever

With gold in her velvety  hands

Hands to bless, hands to heal , with heart in bliss

Get blessing, healing ,winning her hands, her heart

Happy akshaya tritaya in hridaya!

Wanting to write thousand poems for her

Ascending to vaikunth , floating there

Energized, vitalized by her my shakthi

My days in heaven begin in mukthi

Akshaya tritaya in hridaya ascending to heaven

-Mohan Sanjeevan

p.s:  Akshaya tritaya an auspicious day to purchase, wear gold

        hridaya means heart

        Shakthi is feminine God the other half of Siva

        Meaning energy

Just not a star party, it’s a whole sky party

Far from the maddening lights

In a remote darkest place,

A telescope has been set up

to peer into the skies above

to begin a star party

It’s just not a star party

It’s galaxy, nebula, neutron stars

White dwarf, brown dwarf, black hole

all mix cocktail  party ,  a wholesome sky party,

a whole night sky party!

Peer into the telescope

Fix the object, scan, view

Let the clouds bless by drifting far off

Let the lights of the sky alone be on for the party

Offering spectacle after spectacle

A sky party is on

till dawn from dusk

night after nights

right up the skies

Peer, catch, enjoy!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Celebrate Hubble 25, celebrate astronomy!

                            

Hubble telescope our  eyes to the universe

Kaleidascopical vision for the astronomy

Launched as a spacecraft cum telescope

Hubble is no bubble it’s terrible

Starting 1990 all 25 years strolling tall

                             

Long long way off into low earth orbit

long long away from light distorting earth

peering long long long into space with mirth

peering into space as far as 13.4 billion light years with girth
seeing all light visible and infra red and ultra violet filtered by the Earth

An engineering marvel on travel

orbiting earth every 95 minutes

mirrors and parts serviced by astronauts

from the space station on space walks

making it a perfect space eyes,space tracks

It’s discoveries galore, all stories of space

Confirming expanding, accelerating universe

Determining cosmic rate of expansion a class!

Discovering black holes common to centers of all galaxies

Discovering the most distant object yet seen in the skies

Discovering pro disks in the orion nebula

Evidence for presence of exo planets voila!

Discovering fifth moon of icy Pluto la la!

Peering objects so tiny as fire flies

Peering all those on Tokyo from the U.S.

A juggernaut cruising 3 billion miles to date

More than million observations done to boot

Being part of thousands of research papers shoot!

Whirling around 17000 miles per hour, wow great!

Hubble a great salute at 25 years wish you many more clout!

-Mohan Sanjeevan 

Muse gal, rose gal, cheese gal, breeze gal!

                                       

She is my muse gal, rose gal

Cheese gal, breeze gal

Tease gal, please gal

Nice gal, sweet gal

Gal, gal, gal, groll, roll, roll!

Music gal, flower gal

dancing gal, tasty gal

rainy gal, rainbow gal

shiny gal, honeyish gal

Gal, gal, gal,  roll, roll, roll!

Stormy gal, tempest gal

Lovely gal, loving gal

Angel gal, damsel gal

Icy gal, warmy gal

Gal, gal, gal, roll, roll, roll!’

Beauty gal, sweetie gal

Darling gal, ear ring gal

Morning gal,evening gal

Night gal, all time gal

Gal,gal, gal, roll, roll, roll!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Oh my farmer! RIP - the real important person

                               

Come on! Let us go see a RIP

A RIP yet a least talked about gem

Living in remote villages feeding the world

We catch up with him in action

Oh la, farmer ! We go meet him

He right there in his fields

Rising early before sun rise

Going about watering his plants

Planting seeds, nourishing ,growing

Harvesting the grown ups

Clad in dhoties, clad in pants

Clad in jeans from illiterate to very knowledgeable

He is now in all types and style

He is nothing to be beware

He is to be aware, aware, aware!

Be aware that he works for not him and family

Be aware he works for the whole world

Feeding the world people’s bellies

Without him we all go starving, beware, aware!

I like him, adore him , you shall like him too

I take pride once I was in a village

As a school boy watering plants,

Tending them, harvesting them,

All  in our own fields, a pride to remember

sweet memories to gather

Hail the farmer RIP, hail the agriculture

feeding the whole world a noble care

Stop the aggression of lands for living,

Factories, schools, colleges

Preserve some for this noble mission, amen!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

My frill dressed angel

                                    

All dresses seem to be born for her

Snugly fitting and evoking awe ,ahhh

She came wearing the frill dress in crème soft georgette silk wow!

Frills curving at the end of long dress in from the waist

With blue top, swirling scarf to match a stunning combination best

Her chiselled features accentuated by the frill dress

The radiant face, lips, bosoms, hips
the curving in , curving out of her body

Her uncombed hair flowing in the air as a melody

Wind sweeping and swaying about her torso rarity

Her looks and dress sending me a call

I move to her to take in my arms full

To feel the fragrance of her hair

The sweet soporific aroma around her

To taste her , toast her, please her

A music floats around sweetly as she is humming

Making me sway and tap my foot in fine timing

To slide my hand gingerly around her hip

Gliding, gliding  in rhythm with a grip

Whispering love, brushing and kissing deep

I go round and round with my frill dressed angel

Music breaks, music starts to carry on the fable

Mind alerts, mind races to flow without foible

As she invigorates me by her touch, her energy

Let the frilled dress bring more drills with synergy

-Mohan Sanjeevan

My oldie, My goldie!

                            

Not minding she many years elder

Her appeal to me was instant, louder

For what she is, intelligent and witty topper

Qualified , worked achived and perched high on a citadel

She is my oldie, my goldie!

She is still gorgeous appealing to me

Like any other younger gal in prime

Radiant, bubbly, energetic as a flame

She appeals to intellect, appeals to senses as a dame

Her love comes with maturity, wisdom to chime

A golden gal, golden angel, golden tale

Not to be seen just as folds of flesh roll

To be seen as folds of wisdom atoll

Times with her are heavenly stroll

Times to cherish, to store into the soul

She is my muse,  golden rose, golden goose

A bounty to boot , plenty to dote in a daze

Stream to booze, dream to snooze, cue to use

She came as a breeze , flows to soothe and seize

She is my oldie, my goldie!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

She is very lovable yet can't love her

                  

She is beautiful nice and sweet

That mind falls for her in love draft

She is very lovable yet cant love fully

For she is a love belonging to herself truly

Love turning  silent harmless well wishing love

Yet my doors, heart and soul remain open

Open to her, her love and stay there ripen

She is a flower, her speech music rolling on

She is honey, her imprint and impact deepen

Love yet remains silent and with her image sharpen

May be some day some moment in life

Times may change to  make way for the glimpse of this love

If and when that happens love will be louder

Life will be sweeter ,better and sharper

Till such time love lies dormant and pure

No forcing, no ogling and no things in disgust

To take the love by storm for it is august

Even the silent love is soothing and pleasant

Making it remain low and unheard trumpent

When the time is ripe let it become a tempest!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Scoff not at the poor and needy

It’s painful to see the poor begging for alms

It’s still more painful when people wave them away in disgust

Being poor is no sin, they are living beings as any

Treat them not with disgust , scoff not at them

Sin not by doing so be human be kind to them

Many a times I have felt  powerless and helpless

When I see their plight thinking why such penury?

Looking for alms and a plate of food to fill their stomach

Just moving about unable to keep themselves neat and tidy

My heart bleeds I do something the world does something

I am not given to giving them in coins or cash

I dole out whatever eatables I have to them

Feel helpless and lost when I have no eatables with me

Deciding to keep something with me always to give them

Above all I never scoff at them just offering what I have

So brethren, sisters, lovables and loved ones

Be kindly, act kindly to these less privileged

Let them have their belly filled first

Let them be sheltered safely somewhere

They deserve a equal right to live, take note please!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

It's green, green, green!

                                                  

The bus dropped me off on the outskirts of this tiny village

Wending my way towards it all I could see was green range

Landscape changing pleasantly from the normal stretch of land

That lay miles away from it a enacting a complete transformation indeed!

Seeds have germinated into the tilled and ploughed red soil

Nourished by the water and nutrients blanketing it

It’s all green, green, green hiding the redness that lay beneath

Toasting the eyes, lifting high the moods and spirits

Rejoicing over the arrival at the nature’s dwelling

To dwell for few days to cherish and enjoy whistling

I settled on the expanse of nature’s lap

For my first feel of the verdant green around top

The reddy mud, colorless water and invisible nutrients

All mixed up to form this milieu in green plants  and trees

A nature’s cocktail of colors and sweet eye candy

Ruling supreme in all green, green, green, howdy!

-Mohan Sanjeevan