Nature's rhythmn

There is a rhythm

In silence and speech

Breath and heartbeat

And in the stillness deep

Noise and song

Darkness and light

Without any rhythm

There is no manifestation, no life

Creation is ever unfolding

So silently, that ears hear not

Be in touch with your soul

To hear the Universal Bard

It is but a play of the cosmos

The rhythm of  divine dance

Grossness is out of touch with reality

And its most wonderful part

When the realization ultimately dawns

No use repenting over what is lost

Step in to dance with the nature's rhythm

Before becoming a part of its dead past!

Ownership of love

Innocent souls, fresh from His mould

But love wells up in the mother

Only for the child, which is her own

Ownership comes first, and then follows love

What about those, with none to call their own

Father is one, whom we all claim to own

But there are some men and women

Who love these children more than their own

His heart wells up and teary eyed

He blesses such noble souls

For they love with the love

Which is selfless, yet truly owned

The source is one, the fountainhead of love

It flows freely, yet we partake not of this love

Walls we build, and accumulate filth

If we love not His children, Him we can't love!

Elections

Wise and fools look the same

In their mouths are teeth twenty eight

Four more are wisdom teeth

Fools shall do with hollow space

Fools have no horns

And the wise no tail

If elections were silent

It shall be a difficult choice to make

Election is the tragedy of time

Tyranny of the few bidden goodbye

But if cartoons all become who fight

Mockery it makes of the entire exercise

Development, secularism and poverty of the mind

Anti everything when nothing new comes to mind

Bombarding the mind as if it were a nuclear reactor

Critical mass to reach, and then auto mode applies

It has been too long of a street fight

No documentary, drama or reel life

Let it be over, there are more things to do

Elections are elections, not everything to life!

Invisible hand

A leader is led by many before he leads

He learns his lessons fired with much zeal

In humility he serves those whom he leads

And remembers with a grateful heart

All those who made him what he is

We need such leaders who sacrifice their peace

To fight for those who are too weak to resist

They have power of conviction

And the power that powerless give

Mighty powers are laid low by their steel and will

What do they get when they put everything at stake

Gamblers they are but unique

Outsmarting each and every move of the  crooked

War between good and evil is played on world stage

True leaders lead the good , while evil  plays umpteen games

Leaders never win the battle alone

It is the confidence and trust of the masses

Their audacity and dexterity

The power of righteousness

And the Invisible hand that ensures their victory!

Echo

Every  beginning comes to an end

And every end has a new beginning

Things mortal have an expiry date

But their echo lasts much beyond the date

What we do comes back to us

Nothing is kept back from us

Life is nothing but an echo of sorts

A tad louder than the sound of our hearts

Birds and animals chirp and roar

Echo enriches the notes that float

Each makes a difference for sure

One voice less, and the jungle mourns

When darkness descends

In the silence deep

Lives go half awake, half asleep

Waiting for the next day to begin

One life is not sufficient

To recompense one's misdeeds

They haunt one in several rebirths

 And their echo robs one's peace

Echoless remains the life

Lived pure and meaningfully

Not even a whisper we hear

Though so much good it did

Such a one is alone

Without even a shadow or echo for company

He plays his assigned role

Fully yet wisely

And then in silence departs

To live in the heavens eternally!

Dialogue with self

If you catch me by the neck

Or hold my breath

What do you get

A body lifeless

If you slap me hard

Or break my bones

For I speak the truth

Which you can't digest

If you shout at me

Or call me names

I can understand

How pitiable is your state

When I confront you

You turn away

If I am wrong

Prove it right away

Whether you are right or not

It is not for you to judge

State the facts as they are

And leave it to others to draw the inference

When I see you

And say not a word

That troubles you more

For you feel guilty at your core

I challenge you

You challenge me

Yet we hold our hands in a friendly way

We are humans first, opinions come not in our way

We meet and discuss

But not the things attributed to us

Let the world break its head over it

While we spend a few moments in peace

Peace is what we all desire

Let all arguments between us cease

Our quarrelsome selves be left at the door

So that we meet each other in peace!

Random thoughts

One listens with the ears

But hears with the mind

Eyes may be wide open

But one sees with mind's eye

Hand on wheel

A pen that wields

The brush that thinks

Creation does the rest

Different, unique or masterpiece

Everything has a purpose

And each and every one counts

An ocean is but a congregation of drops

Soldiers fight but a general wins the war

What is right and what is wrong

Depends upon the frame of reference

If right itself is relative

Then no one is absolutely wrong

How good is the stuff on your plate

It depends on how well you roast or bake

Nurture well all that you sow

Before comes the drought, soon or late

And then expect Him to send the rain

What is gained can be lost

Even before the ink dries not

But the old habits die not

However much one tries or hides hard!