Unsung Hero

Unsung hero, unsung hero

He is the unsung hero

Why he is hero why he is unsung?

Hero because people take the interest

To move around him , follow him

Wherever he goes like paparazzi

He is into science, numerous science,

From food science to space science

Keeping healhy by right eating,

Pelting out poetry bringing science, romance,

Nature, sports, social consciousness

Lending voice for the poor and needy

He is unsung since the people move

Around knowing full well his capabilities

Like a sound hush hush in stealth

Yet not giving a damn about acknowledging them

Even the media not an exception

Yes he is hero , he is unsung

Yet he goes about propagating Science

Pelting out poetry, dedicating himself to nature, downtrodden

Undeterred, unfazed by the lack of admiration

He is hopeful a day will come

When the people come out in the open

Acknowledging he is real hero, Yes!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Rain, rain, rainy days!

 

For a change clouds have taken over the sky

Blanketing it in all the 360 degrees

Sky turned murky turning the normal hotness

Into moderately warm, cool at times chill day

Sun is behind , no where to be seen

Yea, rain, rain, rainy days

Constant drizzles turning heavy into showers

Intermittently make the moving out, moving about

That much difficult, roads wet, slippery on mud paths,

Forcing breaks in journey to take shelter on the wayside

On the little drops gaining momentum into torrents

Yet enjoying all the change while it lasts

Clouds may drift  and go away into the distance

Parting, clearing the blanket in the sky

Sun may come out in all splendor,

Pleasantly warming, heating to scorching

Changing it all altogether into sunny days

Now it’s time to enjoy the clouds and rains

Changing seasons, changing moods

Are inevitable cycles to live through

Rain, shine, spring, summer or winter

Make the most of it, enjoy it full

Savoring the spice and pep they bring upon

That’s great way to enjoy, cheers!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

When I think of a song I think of you

 
  

When I think of a song I think of you

When I think of angel I think of you

When I think of a flower I think of you

You are pleasant as a song

Your voice so melodious and soul stirring

You are so beautiful like an angel

Your features, kindness all breathtaking

You are smooth and silky as a flower

Smelling sweet with your fragrance

All make me think of you so

You are one of a kind a special kind

To listen a song together

To spend times together

To share happy moments together

With the song, angel, the flower

Let the thinking flow unstopped

Sobering me, pleasing me, softening me

A pleasant entry, addition, ingredient

In a mundane dreary world

The world  becomes all colorful thinking of you

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Billion, Billion Stars light up for the angel’s birthday

Just as they lit up at the angel’s birth

Billion billion stars light up in the sky

For the angel’s birthday  

as celebratory dazzling candles

twinkling ,flickering in a cosmic dance

Stars are making merry in brilliance

sending light waves as birthday wishes

in the middle of the night piercing the darkness

till the Sun came out  with golden rays

blessing, illuminating  the angel in the day

Stars light up every night yet tonight is special night

the stars in the night and Sun in the day

are at her command to ride their rays

into the sky, into the space,  into the milky way

galaxies, all through the universe

the world is hers, the sky is hers,

the stars, galaxies, universe all hers

letting  her fly, letting her celebrate

Let me join the stars, Sun et al.,

In greeting her : “ Happy Birthday angel!”

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Mass, Mass!

Mass, Mass!

Acting in films is mass

Engaging in Politics is mass

Is Science mass

Abdul Kalam, Albert Einstein et al.,

Made super mass in Science

In missile technology, theory of relativity etc.,

Mass is not just publicity

It’s physical quantity in classical physics

Essential for any particle, object, being

Im into the foot steps of Science

Being in science, contributing to science

Am I a mass too? Yeah, as a being , yay!

Am I a mass as celebrity too?

You say! I leave that to you!

Make not comedy I m bablimas,

Potato podi mas! I’m no hogwash!

To pooh pooh with whiplash

Understood?  Sabash! Im pass,pass!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

She is nice enough to look, gorgeous enough to stir me

She is nice enough to look

Gorgeous enough to stir me

She is woman enough

To raise the manly desires in me

To a crescendo peaking high and high

To enact the satiating love

not overly lustful yet with

the healthy appetite like a mellowed storm

the warm enough raging fire

engulfing her and me in pure bliss

showering kisses, hugging tight

staying entwined in rhythmic raise and fall

making me realize she is more than nice enough

more than gorgeous enough

she has come to stay in my life forever

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Eyes moving here and there

Eyes moving here and there

On the look out for her

To see her coming, Ah! There she is

Blooming as a flower, like a descending  angel

After her arrival too eyes keep moving still

Here and there, there and here

To see where she is sitting

where she is standing

where she is walking

Here and there , there and here

Here , here, here

There, there, there

Eyes are blessed

To have her in their fold

Capturing, imprisoning her image

To store and cherish till eternity

 A real treat, royal and regal

Eyes movement continue …..

-Mohan Sanjeevan