Why tears? Cry not my angel dear

Your face so shiny white to light up a dark room

In day light, adds colour to the light

When I look up to drink in your beauty

Why sad bereft of your bewitching smile?

Why tears? Cry not my angel dear

Something sad in your past seems to rankle you

Some one in your family your own blood left early

To his heavenly abode, shaking your core

If you are sill sad still after so many days

Shudder to think the torrents of tears then

Whatever happened may be heart breaking

Still console yourself he is happy in heaven

Freed from the mundane clutches of life for good

Remember this today, every day

When his memories come flooding back into you

You still have your life to live here

Your beloved may not relish your being sad

Cheer up, enjoy your life your moments of joy

Still cherish his memories, cherish dearly

Be cheerful for the sake of him too

How I wish I could wipe your tears away

If i am privileged to do it, give solace and comfort

Oh yes, why not float a charity in his name

Dishing out good Samaritan works for others

To make his name stand forever, yes go ahead!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

My virus song

 

My Virus song

Ringing Song with a pleasant, benevolent virus

To implant love on my loving darling

Viral to multiply the love into her manifold

Song not only for my love for the whole humanity

To implant love for the fellow folks and humanity

To multiply love for the whole humanity

To let the feudal fights, wars between folks,

Communities, races and nations die out

To over power, wipe out meaningless hatred

Yea a noble virus to make all healthy

Yea my song a peace messenger, no danger!

It’s deadly against hatred and jealousy

Benign for all those all with love and affection

Go song go, go virus go!

A soulful song, reverberating song

A song to touch one and all

Make it’s impact on one and all

Quaking shock waves on one and all

Buzz, buzz ! All plus plus!

A song coming from my heart and soul

Oozing with love, boozing with love

To annihilate all hatred off the world

To station the love forever in the minds

Go song so, go virus go!

-Mohan sanjeevan

I am a long distance bird

I am a long distance bird

Flying to my sanctuary >>>>

To be in comfort, bliss

To rest in cozyness

You are my sanctuary love

You are my local bird

Wherever you are that’s my sanctuary

You are my sanctuary

I am flying with wings of love

In the skyway guided by your pull

The desires to meet you

flap flap the wings

to fly homing in on you

thousands of miles across,

sea, mountains, forest, lands

In the wintery days of chillness

Your memories warming me up

My wings feathery light,

turn strong by the steely resolve

To fly to you in magical journey

Later we shall cuddle in feathery

Embrace, snuggle in warmth

In the bonfire lit by our love

I am flying now to you darling >>>>

To my sanctuary, heaven ....

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Lyrics first, tune next

Lyrics or tune? What stands first?

Writing easy to tune lyrics is a gift

Writing lyrics after the tune is skilful

Yet lyrics first scores over tune first majestically

As lyrics captures all ideas intended

Writing the lyrics setting the tune

Needs to insert all ideas into the tune

Yea lyrics first, tune next!

It takes a lyricist to compose the lyrics

Lyricist is a tune savvy poet!

Yea a more evolved skilful poet

Magically making a poem a musical song

Song is the lyrics fit for a tune when written first

Fitting into a tune is the lyrics after the tune

Lyrics first makes the tune dance

Tune first makes lyrics dance to the tune

Yea  lyrics first tune next is the best way

For a lovely enchanting song

Hail such a lyrics hail such a lyricist

To turn the song the lyrics way!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Thousand lies for your love, yet the love is real

My love, my honey, my sweet darling

The islands i want to purchase

Building a palace there for you

Adorning you with glittering diamonds

The choicest pendants for you to wear

The world over fabulous cruise in ships, luxury yachts

Travelling the universe, taking you to moon,

Mars to live in solitude with you

All may appear blatant lies as they seem impossible

Yet my attempts to do all these is real just as my love

Yea it’s the urge of love pushing me to the limits

To the infinity and beyond that my utterings seem far

from being real, the love that goads them is for real

My heart is clean as you are there

Making the hearts’ love beats a stand out testimony

Come, feel the warmth, the utmost love

As we stay in lasting embrace

In the moments of love, moments of truth

Even the lies sound pleasant in the song of love

Love towering over all lies standing tall, thumbs up!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Getting out of the books, getting out the woods

For born royal, born riches living is a jiffy

All the worry for not rich their living is a iffy

For such a job, career, a business is absolute necessity

To carry on living, to make a livelihood

Schooling, studying is the only means to do it

Fortunate ones get a blue collar placements

When they are at school in prestigious institutions

Still many not lucky to land a job

Stare at want of a job career as they finish

School, they land in woods indeed

The way is not to find jobs for all

Find ways to make them live on their own

Impart vocational training like electrical works, car

Cell phone, computer mechanic, carpentry,

Painting, drawing, photography, video making

All these while they are in schools studying,

training side by side In all or disciplines

Offended? People like computer mechanics

Electricians etc., have to be fixed for dates to get

these done at households as they are busy 24X7!

No need to they do household visit jobs

They  may become entreprenurs opening

Furniture shops, studios, computer shops so on

Yea they all have value, still jobs remain an option

That’s getting out of the books, getting out of the woods!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

N.B:- This is part of a presentation in a youth conference

Here comes a mega gal

An instant hit on my poetic mind

When chance brought to her into my focus

That I felt overawed by her beauty and the

Matching intellect that goes with it

Here comes a mega gal!

An ideal woman to have come across in my life

Her enthralling beauty tells, intellect speaks

All about her, mature beauty lovable and loving

Her poetic lines convey the brilliance that lies within

A facade of an adorable beauty

She looks so beautiful in both traditional and

Modern attire, all born to fit her

Gorgeous, alluring, a treat to the eye

Her towering academic and literary radiance

Matches more than her beauty, a wow gal!

Music and gardening her beautiful passions

Adding to her rich tastes in life

The way to enjoy the life in ideal fashion

Im sure she will sing fine, paint or dance

More aesthetical if at she attempts them

Happy to have known her and happy to compose

On her the most pleasant thing to do in life

May she live forever beautiful, forever

Penning poetic lines, academic papers

Shall be ever with her to capture her, compose her, Yes!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Something for the love of villages

After yearning for so many days to go to villages

Finally got to travel to villages after a function

The scene outside the train on both sides

Turned out to be green, green, green all the way

On the entire stretch of the journey

For once I felt happy, excited to see the villages

Elated to realise the dreams of villages come true

Was it the lure of hidden money or treasures

Stashed away in villages? indeed there were treasures

When i alighted from the train to actually visit them

The treasures of serene pollution free environs

The eye soothing green plants, trees, green paths

With few buildings, living tenements, small population

That inhabited the village number one, two, three I visited

Unlike the buildings, towns ,cities that replaced the villages

The built up concrete jungled towns, cities to remain so

I wished the village milieu remained an endless stretch of villages

Villages are saviours of environment, soul of our country

Just as our souls in our inner recesses of the body

In the remote interiors of country, with true nice behaviour people

I m here out of love for the villages

To do something for the love of the villages

For their betterment, without upsetting them

Their oneness with the nature, by educating them,

help set up tiny agro processing units

It is a wish of all well meaning village lovers

To stop men, material and money flowing out of them

To make the money flow to them from the cities

Where villages become fulcrum, focus of living in this country,

that’s doing something for the love of villages, Amen!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

N.B:- My other love for space, astronomy, et al may wait for a while. There is a chance to integrate them later, poetry always accompanies so it is all inclusive

Versatile shining gal, a mature beauty

Wow is the spontaneous impression and

Expression when I first saw her

A versatile shining gal, a mature beauty

An enlightening, glowing flower

To be in company, savour the company

A truly majestic, artistic gal

With many an artistic attributes

She sings, dances, paints in the heart

Making the last impression on the soul

She is soulful making her young despite age

Her person felt thousands of miles across and away

She holds me in awe and sway

Meeting her rather late in life

Yet feeling as if i had met her and close with her

For several several days and years

She is one of those life’s rare events

To happen to me, coming as a blessing to me

I cherish her, cherish ruminating on her

Cherish her beautiful name, cherish her love

The feel of which already generating waves in me

Passing clouds come and drift away

Some only strike as pleasant lightning

Only the rarest stays there for the soulful union

Ignites love, consummates love with fiery passion

She is the rarest, all heart and soul to her, Cheers!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

She is a rarity, rarity of rarities

Being beautiful itself is not a raity

But the way she is beautiful is a rarity

The glow of maturity seeping into her beauty

Making her serene, calm, radiant

She is indeed a rarity, rarity of rarities

She feels young showing no signs of maturity

Being young true to her feel

Her beauty glorified when she smiles is a rarity

The way she steals the heart with her smile is a rarity

Being beautiful in modern or traditional dress is a rarity

When falling in love with her, her dodging the love is a rarity

All her rarities do not make her feel proud

She remains simple down to earth despite all rarities

Giving her due respect to the intellectual, talented ones

A rare trait and demeanour for a rarity gal

Her good humour , her politeness all make her

A rare angel to see and enjoy in plain sight

Who knows the rare angel may turn into love angel

It all depends on the swelling of emotions

From deep within like the hard snow melting in warmth

Such a happening will make a rare special day

For the right lucky one who yearns for her love

To be with her in close quarters

To enjoy her rarities on a high gear

To sing her praise, in verses, lyrics super!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Beautiful gal with a beautiful name

It’s double treat when the gal is beautiful

Her name being so beautiful

She is such a rarity, a special gal

Beautiful gal with a beautiful name

The beautiful name is also my favourite name

Why the name is favourite and appeals to me

Is something unexplainable

The name is sweet sounding on the ears

Delicious to mull over, ruminate, utter, so good

that i like to chant the word over and over

Well chiselled features, radiant smiling face

A delight to see and nod in appreciation

Those curves, lithe and grace when she moves

She is beautiful, beautiful ,simply beautiful!

Her beauty a favourite to me just as her name

All credit to her parents who named

their beautiful daughter so beautifully

What actually is her that beautiful name?

I leave that to you all to select a name of your

Choice if you  have one such beautiful gal, haha!

- Mohan Sanjeevan

Blissful gal

In the time river carried by life’s current

A flower came floating upto me

Bathed in violet rays burning softly

Like a bonfire, cozy and warmth

My hands reached out to the flower

To grip it tight not to let it slip

The flower grew into a beautiful gal

Announcing the arrival of a never felt bliss

A blissful gal so loving and lovable

Passionate and vibrant  sending

pleasant shocks all over my being

impacting me deep at the first touch

A gal aware and conscious of bliss

Passionate, enjoying the joy of living

Making the life taste honey, elixir

To herself, her loved ones

Millions, billions, trillions live, thrive

On this planet, generations after generations

Yet it dawns on few elite to capture the bliss

Thanks to her it dawned on my being too

Love is the way to bliss

Lit by fiery passions to ride to peaks

A blissful union on merger of souls

Glory to love, glory to lovers

Thanks to her my garden is so beautiful

My garden has never been this beautiful

Salute to her, love to her to infinity and beyond

A most wonderful thing to happen to me, Bliss! Bliss!

-Mohan Sanjeevan