Your Creation

Though your feet are sore

Due to the long walk
It brings to the fore
Heart's core talk

You walk through red earth
To reach the shore
To quench your eternal thirst
Asking life ' More....'

You sail the faithless seas
To see a sight of it
You battle monstrous beasts
Hoping, to touch it a bit

That ephemeral peak in the clouds
Seen with feet firmly on the ground
A final lofty culmination
Of your idea, obeisance and admiration
At last
Your own creation.

Rose

It was a clear, windy day,

Clouds floated by

The summer was well on its way

Autumn still a bit shy

The park was full of color

Of flowers, paint and clothes

A child in red and blue attire

Frolicking in the balmy day

He saw a flower big and brighter

Swaying in the golden light

And with his mother in his mind

He plucked it out, and jumped in joy

He ran towards her

Sitting in the shade

Seeing him, she spread her wings

A harbinger for the warmest things

Before he reached her, he fell,

Stopped, not by stones, but bullets, fell.

The satanic sounds of guns roaring

The pleading sounds of men soaring

The utter hell of a mother holding close,

Her child, with a blood red rose.

Whole Soul

Flying high, you see a sight

Brilliant sun, shining bright

Though the mist of clouded sky

Robs the orb of its light

And down beneath on flooded plains

Pray the people “no more rains”

Rain your warmth “o Mighty God”

Break the spell of Indra’s rod

And so it happened, the sun’s ray

Seeing, the clouds parted way

Relief came, flooding in hope,

Fortitude and new strength to cope

And all was well in a little while

Tears of joy and unrestrained smile

And men thanked men and men thanked Him

For parting the shadows of days grim

And on went life as it always did

Man only prays in times sordid

And cometh the summer, a bright gold sky

People cursed the mercury “So High!!”

Men comment as men see fit

Human flaw eternally writ

Yourself be always true and whole

One awakened, one with a Soul.

Wishing Stars

At night as I lie awake

Several thoughts running around

Only one does centre take

Good night, sleep sound

Every night I make a wish

Hoping, a shooting star passes by

Be it cold or scorching sun

Or the rain comes pouring down

Or the news of psycho guns

Just you be safe and sound

Every night I make a wish

Hoping, a shooting star passes by

Through the life’s' twists and turns

Across the trough or over the crown

Keep the memories that you earn

Always be happy, never a frown

Every night I make a wish

Hoping, a shooting star passes by

Hope you meet again one day

When and where I cannot say

Till that day comes, as it may

I shall look up, and pray

Every night I make a wish

Hoping, a shooting star passes by

What's in a shape

We live in a square world

Wishing it was rounds

All the lines drawn around us

Hoping ‘twill never be found

The sharp edge of the justice system

Overlapping with the underworld

The ever changing paths of society

The veritable labyrinth of all.

The strong arcs of family support

The dotted lines of love

The uneven edge of burnt bridges

the self-arc of things selfish

the crossroads on the way forward

surrounded by self-imposed horizons

a circle of kin within our comfort state

adjoining a sphere of things we hate

Forget for once these worldly lines

For they keep good within and without

For all you need cannot be defined

By lines or shapes, inside or out

At the end of it all, we all are

A rectangle , six feet underneath

Or 3 feet of logs overground.

Don't ask, Walk

A step to another

Hopes strung together

A man walks ahead

Prior baggage shed

Ignoring the wondrous eyes

Singing to the passer-bys

“Don’t ask, walk”.

Most of us in our lives

Don several masks at once

Seeking to fit in for a while

Pasting on a fake smile

A mask once put is a devil’s call

To the true angel within, a fall.

“Don’t ask, walk”

We fall in love,

We change for love,

Forgetting the one we were

A shadow of our precious self

Wanting to impress a world

Itself in a state of whorls.

“Don’t ask, walk”.

Let the past be where it was

Let the future be as it will

With a string of hope lighting the way

Don’t bother about what people say

Up the path you merrily go

Let people point and gawk

“Don’t ask, walk”.

Why Question?

Who am I to question why

What happens, when and how

To whom, whereabout

It’s all a big, yet simple maths

With as many variables

As many hats

Who am I to question why

A butterfly flaps in the west

Creating a terrible tempest

A persons’ poison is anothers’ wine

Some like shade, some sunshine

Who am I to question why

Some act in the name of God,

Some do not believe Him at all

Sometimes event occurs so,

“Oh my God”, atheists go.

Who am I to question why

For all I know is this one thing

Live your life and merrily sing

The song that you are made of

Be it off-tune, be it right chord

In the grand old equation of hats

Some rise, some fall flat

Some win, some lose out

Some race ahead, some crawl about

In the end, it all evens out.

Who am I to question why

Live, let live, do and die.