Sunday, October 13, 2019

Aye all men are bore equal !

Aye all men are born equal...

Not perhaps in strength or intellect,

Not for sure in the wealth they inherit.

Not all are born with a silver spoon,

Or with beauty of a spring bloom.

Yet all men at the start of their life,

Have boundless dreams equally rife.

Fire in their hearts that burns so bright,

A light that could lead them in the darkest night.

Aye all men do remain equal...

Till they for their noble dreams strive,

And the flame of hope is kept alive.

Until the worldly wisdom dawns,

And they slowly learn to bow down.

Till they trade their cherished dreams,

And in the process lose their self esteem.

Their soul corrupt and self betrayed,

Slowly they fade into the swamp of slaves.

Aye all men are born equal...

Not all make it big, get famous or get rich,

Just that some strive to the very last ridge.

No matter where they fall or how they fall,

As long as that they don’t stall.

For what matters more is not where you start, but where you end,

The journey you make till you relent.

How you spend those unforgiving moments,

Fill them thus that there is nothing to repent.

Seek out

I can't seek the ordinary now
its too late for ordinary now
Routine joys that every man yearns
I have yearned enough and lost the taste for it
Yet, like hunger and thirst,
time may rekindle these fires again.
Challenge is to recognize,
Old demons in new guise
for once break loose,
and chart a new course
kindle new desires, set new goals
Only something extraordinary shall do now

Happiness

Never seek happiness in 'to be'
Instead search your 'to do'
In 'writing' but not your 'writings'
In 'Singing' but not your songs
Happiness then, will be a byproduct
Oozing incessantly as you go
And not a goody at the end

Monday, May 13, 2019

Reflections...5

If you were to love me, my love
all this pain would forever wane
Alas, you won't recognise me then
This molten heart that you so allure
Its warmth and golden hue
would be all soon gone

You see, I am no te-fiti
I won't bloom and flower
Turn all serene and beautiful
Instead I fear, I would turn again
into a dark lump of rock
unrecognisable, unworthy, to be broken again


Who am I

Its only in pain I start writing
my noble artful self reveal
May be, my heart is good only molten
When it burns and churns
It's a beautiful golden


Saturday, May 16, 2015

The Eastern Mind

My mind is often lit bright
Albeit with a translucent white
Far it helps me gaze
But not without a sense of haze
Perhaps some mist of east
Has survived the western heat

Friday, May 8, 2015

reflections 5

My inspiring words
And my deep delves
Are not meant for the world
But for myself
My words are my best counsel



reflections 4

 I am part wise, part foolish
Foolish to think I am wise
And wise to think I am foolish
Better still, neither can prove otherwise


Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Sorrow

To happiness thou bestow
Thy laughter and its rhyme
Thy heart n thy dime
But from sorrow thou borrow
Solace and peace
Wisdom to keep


Offer all

When you feel you have nothing more to offer
That the road has drained you dry
That’s when you must decide to fly
See what sky has to offer