To Chilman

I CAN take you along,
For a song,
To the sky, where fairies fly,
But I can’t fetch the pie
From shelf so high.
We can walk in clouds,
Atop silvery shrouds;
Hop on the Milky Way, far and away.
But I can’t fetch the pie
From shelf so high.
I can slay the demons,
And silence the canons,
Brighten the nights with merry lights.
But I can’t fetch the pie,
From shelf so high.
I can paint the moon blue,
Or any other hue,
Make a grand scene, and turn gods green.
But I can’t fetch the pie,
From shelf so high.
Your doll-like face,
With an impish grace,
Gives out a sigh to ask me why
Can’t I fetch the pie,
From the shelf so high.
When you pull my hand,
And want me to stand;
To reach for the pie, beyond my nigh.
How can I reply,
The shelf’s so high?
— Randeep Wadehra

Know your self

SIT alone in a lonely place,
Think of life and its pace.
Introspect and know thyself better,
Observe silence and don’t chatter.
Think who you are, from where have you come?
What are you supposed to do?
And what, what have you done?
Dive deep into the ocean of thoughts,
And dig out gems.
He who introspects,
And talks to his inner self,
Never does stumble and never has a fall.
He strolls in divine light,
And never gropes in the dark,
He is always happy.
Happy are his night and day,
He is a king of the kings,
Over his self who has a sway,
— Sakshi Sharma

I want to fly

I want to fly,
In an extremely blue sky.
Where there is love, peace and harmony,
And no space for deception and envy.
There will be love, love and only love,
I want to fly,
Where there is no tension or need to reply.
Where I will be independent,
And there is no antipathy.
Everyone is lovable, innocent, righteous
With no fallacy.
Let’s go to all His beauty
Let’s go to the sky.
I want to fly, I want to fly.
— Monika