SURPASSING LOVE

                                          One’s love starts when we come in this world, starts when we have something, starts when we prove something, starts when we secure something, starts we loss  something…...,

but there is a person who loves us before our coming, there is a soul who feels us nine month before from our birth, 

and if she leaves you alone in the dark world ,what would you feel standing before her funeral pile……..? 

1)   If a man is not troubled

                      Roams happy in this world,

       But cared for the highest seat

                      That is simply a mother’s heart.

2) Gives birth a general mind

                      Teaching makes him not to find,

        Force proceed him not to back

                      Seek virtues in either black.

3) If not body source to fuel

                      Not soul but soul of soul,

       Other love for their mirth

                     But thy begins ere my birth.

4) If this heart alone you night

                  Who offer you to win the fight,

       O for ! made me similar to her

                Not here such pathetic tear.

5) Not dare to give her Sun

                       Don’t alone me longing a son,

        Not effect my any beat

                       Give promise we heaven meet.

6) You burnt only one chance

                      Will use to at every glance,

        Before I have loved you

                        And will use to.

                          7) Burning her a great pain

                      Heart alive in the vain,

        if I know god’s dual

                     Give challenge for a dual.

8)   Not flames till my death

                      Will follow on thy path,

     Get influenced me thy soul

                    Come to you completing goal. 

9) Let the lights of your missings

                      Will become for me good wishings,

     Unknown street where falls a night 

                      I pass the night with thy light. 

( In the funeral memories of  my loving mother.22- April- 2006 )

                       (Composed by- Ajay Tiwari)
            Email: ajaytiwalldunivrsgis@gmail.com
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Atom India

                                                                                                                

This poem is addressed to each alphabet of my loving friend Gunner “Manoj” Kumar Mishra (Indian Army) on his birthday.
But in the real sense this is my personal salute to All that
Indian Solders….
Who awake in the thorny cold night when millions sleep?
Who bear heat cold and other thorns as their uniform?
Who march, enemy’s wives miscarriage their child hearing that sound?
Who eat bullets sometimes, from the offending enemies?
And to that oil which burn itself for the nation……Ajay

1) My dear happy birth
                  Not drop you worldly mirth,
    Thy fame as blooming rays
                  Work at random never pays.




2) Atom India people call
                   At border as China wall,
    Heat colds are thy attire
                   Food bullet either a fire.

3) Nation sprit and a guard
                   As protection seems me lord,
    Ascent rapidly by leaps and bound
                   Loose pregnancy, hearing feet sound.


4) Oil which lights to next
                  Thy greatness my tender vext,
     Not a part hub me sure
                   Soul devoted pure and pure.


5) Jack all trades never you fall
                   Single jump you cross the wall,
    Live long as not a tree
                    Be matchless wish my pre.
(Composed at Chhibramau Kannauj.UP. 1- May- 2006)

Composed by- Ajay Tiwari, RS & GIS DIVISION
                      University of Allahabad
                  ALLAHABAD. U.P. INDIA

Email: ajaytiwalldunivrsgis@gmail.com
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Mother Poems composed by Ajay

                               Sweet Lake in Dead Deserts
               **************************************
“Loving Mom, I work at science but live in arts.”
I mean to say that I am working in ISRO with the scientists, so my thoughts should be scientific and practical but this is not.
I always breathe in the realities of the past passed with you, and waste my important time in high imagination that can not be reproduced again,
Sorry for writing something for you…..

1) O, magnificent love
                   My lips want to utter something,
     have mouth but not a tongue
                   have 26 latters but you beyond that,
     give me voice to follow that
                   give an others latters extra
     that can mould my thoughts into a tongue.

2) You what? An ‘ocean’ in drop
                   not know a ‘seed’ either a ‘crop’,
    “Sweet lake in dead deserts”
                   Pious thought when mind diverts.

3) That loves me before the ‘sun’
                   worshipping her is my fun,
     whose morals are alive in vein
                   lap thine ‘sweet home’ while in pain.

4) Who reads my unspoken voice
                   rebirth will never twice,
     you that what fulfills my first thirst
                   me sure who hope for best but ready to worst.

 5) That “Earth” what burden face
                  “praising her is an insult of grace”,
      loving mom no one knows you what?
                    my “first voice” when deeply thought
                    my first voice when deeply thought.....

( Sitting at PMD/MPSG. SAC-ISRO, 14-November-2010) 

Composed by- Ajay Tiwari
(Trainee of Dr. A.S. Arya Scientist - G & Dr. Ajai, Scientist - H)
Space Applications Centre
Indian Space Research Organization (ISRO
Email: ajaytiwalldunivrsgis@gmail.com
Contact No. +91 9415601966