Sunday, 26 April 2015

Form and shape

Love sees not face or form
beauty it finds in someone's heart

One who is pretty and carries herself well
a cynosure of eyes she is conscious of this fact

Lust's gaze rests on the curves of flesh
it blinds one's sight and leads to hell

The beauty that is in the feminine form
it fills many an artist's canvass

Beauty is what the mind's eye sees
whether on the surface or buried deep

Never be snared with the skin of the flesh
which is nothing but a cover within which life dwells!

Where to go

Where am I going
where have I gone?

Days pass quickly
the night falls
time to sleep
and this goes on

The time I must find
to meditate and pray
amidst the daily grind
and as I spend my days

Is that all to life
to struggle and suffer
with nothing but regret
then to crossover

Let me be watchful
wherever I go
and offer in humility
whatever I do

Where am I going
where have I gone
that's none of my worries
for He takes me wherever he wants!




Tragedy strikes

Isn't it an irony of life
that when a tragedy strikes
our conscience is stirred
like no other time

Smug in comfort
with things of pleasure
one becomes heartless
and narrow minded

Withdraw the excesses
as they breed evil
only when one struggles
he knows the value of things

Pray keep away the tragedy
much misery and sorrow it brings
and if it strikes any time
give us strength enough to bear it

Shake us from our slumber
and pull away the rug from under our feet
not that we sink into the bottomless pit
but struggle and learn to stand on our feet

Learn from every possible source
and each and every happening
who knows when the tragedy may strike
and what our fate shall be!

Earth shakes

What promise can I make
and with what authority
the ground on which I stand
even that sinks under me feet

When the earth shakes
and who can stop it
the destruction follows
and misery in its wake

Man is vulnerable
and everything he makes
what is a quake, but
a deep breath the earth takes

Human will is stronger
than any quake
it builds and better
what quake shall raze

Lives are lost
heavy are the hearts
who mourn the loss
full of sorrow and grief

What happened was sad
and beyond comprehension
let's us all pray and do our bit
so that they may stand who feel devastated!

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

Man and machine

Man makes machine
to do what he wants
and better than him

Every man is different
and so are machines
but man has a heart, not a machine

Man and his machine
such is their reach
to unleash havoc or promote peace

Man shall have to make
better and bigger machines
to advance knowledge and widen his sweep

Though his intentions are good
a monster has become the machine
and the man has to keep it always on leash

A small slip on his part unintentionally or deliberately
it may take the mankind back to the stone age
or annihilate it completely!



Illusion

I see not
what you see
I see a mountain
you a tree
I am not me
and you not you
we were together
before we separated
let's now see
as we must see
with one eye again
the reality as it is
and what it coveys
that believe not what
you and I see
it's just an illusion
what each one sees!

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

A gift of God

Full moon night
March the sixth
two thousand fifteen

It's Holi, an auspicious day
a gift comes from gods, a baby doll
and so rejoice much the proud parents

The little brother jumps with joy
blessings travel over the seven seas
and the grandpa dances like a boy

Angels and fairies bless the new life
the moon stands guard at night
in its fullness never seen so bright

Thank the gods, a gifted child is born
great things she shall do
this charming baby doll!

Monday, 20 April 2015

Pleasure and service

Pleasure and service
two strange terms
in the context used
they mean the opposite
which they shouldn't
pleasure is pain
and service sucks
what's wrong with man
and whom he serves
none is satisfied
the doer or who is served
animals understand better
what humans fail to learn
pleasure is to please
and satisfaction comes when one serves!

An angry boy

An angry boy
bullied in earlier days
he would flare up like a spark
and tolerate no foul play

The children are good observers
they see through a clever game
he would call a spade a spade
no matter who is the person or his age

Rude he may sound
but he abhors double talk
he won't polish his demeanor
lest it covers his shortcomings and faults

He has suffered again and again
when he took cudgels on others' behalf
when asked to mind his own business
with double momentum he would charge

But everything has a limit
he is disgusted with the world
and the way it deals with injustice
he will not give up though but fight it out differently

He has matured faster than his years
the circumstances have made him so
but he is learning to channel his anger
into effective and meaningful ways

He has something unusual in him
that sets him apart from others
call him eccentric or abnormal
the potential he exhibits is enormous!

A grateful heart

Am I grateful for what there is
and for that too what's not?

Be grateful to a friend
and to him too
who won't befriend
what right have I
over anyone or anything
let me give back
what I took
and which I couldn't

Let me acknowledge
how indebted I remain
for making me me
and my days
wish I could do more
than they did for me
and pray I do everything
for those who struggle
each and every day
to make a living

Be grateful for that
with which one is blessed
and for that too
with which one is not
be grateful for the treasure
that none can match
a grateful heart
with which you are blessed!

Saturday, 18 April 2015

Doing nothing

What's wrong in doing nothing
when much of what we do
it amounts to nothing

Who knows the future
yet we care not for the present
and live in the past or future

Take time to rest
to think and reflect
why do something that makes no sense

Busybodies are a nuisance
to whom they are attached
they rest not nor let others rest

Do what you want but duly prepared
why struggle unnecessarily
and be lost in the middle

From nothing have sprung up
the dazzling worlds
it's better to be silent than to waste your words

Half done is like half dressed
be it a fashion or a walk on a ramp
dust and rust cover even precious gems

Watch what you say
and weigh your words
the wise say a few words but full of wisdom!