love of life

Monsoons come and monsoons go,
Winds blow,bleed and row,
hopes fruit falls but rises again,
but alls a blunder if love fails
time and again.

Milton, knew Tagore felt ,
All's nothing if love is missing.
Be it a woman ,tree,book or paper
love flames the deepest belonging.

For a poet,writter,philosopher
Love cracks the loosy shivers
but one thing I feel lives through it all
in darkness or in light true love never pines.

science and the genre

Science is what we come and call,
Science is behind an apple fall,
Science is God's grace, a gift most devine,
There is but no end to its grapevine.

Lovely yet monstrous are its endless ambit and sight,
Science is behind every successful flight.
Science is one which has no end,
new logic replace old in every bend.

There is but no fall in science,
but only rise .
Intellect shines when touched with Science.

----------- uddalak(king ubj)