One Morning

One Morning

In the young morning of winter,

I went on walk,

I went on a walk to get lost in the beauty of great Himalayan valley,

which makes winter's sudden sally.

On the ridges of snowing mountains,

I saw some people engaged in some hidden talk,

The first sun rays sparkled making a golden valley,

Which now made sun shines sally.

I was spell bound when I saw white mountains standing like titans,

like they were bind to earth with a eternity lock,

The people in the talk realized that I was on a walk.

They told me about the amber weed that was made up of pine seed,

It reminded me of the strength of life.

To grow out a weed out of amber seed,

On that young morning of winter,

I went on a walk,

and came back with some beautiful talk.

and with that moment of Ranikhets valley

I moved on with some beautiful memories. 

Nationalism

Nationalism

4.5 billion years ago

A mother, mother of all of us was born

and after a billion more

she wore her Jewels

jewels of life

Continents were created

a place for land animals and life

but who are we to further divide it
A tragedy, its my that one is yours
nation!!

From the first wars of monarch to
today's battle field
what is the reason?
Land, we want land

Some fight to defend their nation
some, to invade others
and some to make it all one

but what is this all about
from the years of great depression to death of demon
from Russian revolution to Iraq's invasion.
Its all about others nation's extermination.

Nation! word that gives persons pride his Honor
Americans are powerful
Europeans are advance
Africans bear wounds
and all at once they bear chains of nationalism

It should be a tragedy for human kind
if we treat each other as separated kind
nationalism should die and then should be reborn
in one nation, Nation of Humans Nation of  one kind

Not many!
But  their are some dark aspects of nationalism.

Hitler in the New World

Hitler in the New World

 

Around 80 years ago a man emerged in the society

A new ideology took a flight

Some called it demons resurrection

some called it angels death

Many died, many lived as dead

Jews met their fate

And then it ended.

Silence! silence!

And now another Hitler is on the rise,

but everyone seems alright,

no blood shed no angels death,

but is it really that alright.

He has been resurrected.

In form of corruptions.

In form of caste devastation

In form of nationalism.

In form of capitalism.

In form of human, was it really supposed to be like it

Many wanted demons ideology to die

but its rebirth has already taken place

In form of religious diversions

and poor's suppression

This is the demons urge to form a  Hitler in the new world!

My House Maid

My House Maid

Every morning and evening a young girl comes to our house

She always remains silent and dedicated to work

She is my house maid.

Her breathing always up and down 

maybe because of exertion or of some hidden sorrow of heart eating her

She has a family, a huge one

sometimes a small girl comes with her,

she says that she is her sister

My mother often gives her food and tea

maybe she is hungry from a day or two

mother thinks

Although she has a mother who comes at her place a day or two

but she likes to come to my house or she likes to come out of her sorrow

She is thin because of starvation

My mother says that she is younger than me

But I always say that she is older

not because of her age but of her maturity

Well I do not have courage to feed 12 hungry people at slum 

Thoe she is younger but than also she is older than me

Yes, she is my house maid.

Emotional Pathway

Emotional Pathway

Oh! great emotional pathway,

listen, listen to my cries

happiness of human is disappearing

some are angry from god and some for themselves

some feel sorrow for others and some are self centered

Oh! great emotional pathway,

Listen to the people of slums and rusty drums

they are hungry, not for food

but for happiness, they are drifting of there lives

they want their family to live, live with happiness 

Oh! great emotional pathway,

Listen to the cries of fear,

war!! war is coming

listen to the traumas of the dead and the hatred of alive

listen to them and their fear

some are sullied by sorrow and some are emerging in the ocean

 ocean of happiness and of despair

These are the emotions that make all difference

every thing is human world is controlled by emotions 

But!Oh emotional pathway let emotion exist in human but

do not let these 
consume the whole kind

Incoherence of Incomplete

Incoherence of Incomplete

My incompleteness is still inside me

 
When it comes out , get to know what is incomplete

 
There is no need of it to be completed  

but It always comes incomplete 

There many incompleteness comes together 

 
Completes something

 
They take care of it and take

its name while walking away 

There, its always completeness from inside

I  feel ashamed when they say to reap it like termite

 

My completeness is likely to die

 

It's important to see it like incomplete and to maintain it

   Between them

 

If they feel some incompleteness it will live on

It will remain complete for ever 

 

And it will defame it forever 

-By Shirish Kumar Mourya

Translated by Gautam Singh Mourya

The Himalayan Rock

The Himalayan Rock

Around 100 million years ago,

I was created when Indian subcontinent hit Asia like a arrow,

I rose rose and rose with tectonic pressure in a row,

And till then often covered with snow,

I am associated with life's flow,

Under the toe and over the snow.

I am like a horizontal bow,

I have bow and arrow,

to booms and blows,

I wander if it was not like thoe,

sunbeams sparkled by me,

Wind flow is tackled by me.

Then also natures rule is to go and go,

Its like human kind's spirit to go on for ever,

but I also end never.

I am a stone wall but I have some liberty of my own,

Not like them gunning and bombing,

Tricking lives of others like a clay doe,

They must live in harmony and peace,

and be in great ease

Or end up like me on rusty snow.