Thursday, November 29, 2012

In Preparation..

In restless steps the night forsteps
A pilgrim is new age bound
A misfit even when the walk began

A full moon light, held him spellbound
Far away stars, brought a shine
Clouds were lit, with milky haze
A mix of blue, white and black

The misty grass washes his feet
The sea-beach sands wipe them dry
He sat down to meditate
The night vigil, had just begun

At a solemn moment when sea embraced
The rising sun, and crimson sky
He opened his eyes, the day begun
And picked his sword, gave out a cry...


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The price you pay

You are cursed now
You have destructed

You will fall apart
You did not as instructed

Of what demons rise above
Of what devils possessed

Will crush the soul, set body aflame
Will torment the mind, your spirit ablaze

The Sun rises, to burn into ashes
The Waters, to drown in gasp

The Earth will scorch, on deserts dried
The air pungent, will suffocate

Nature you did, forget easy
Now the price you pay

And life on Earth, is a gift
This world, not inherited

Monday, November 05, 2012

A Child Reminds..

When he was born, I saw my reflection
When he cries out, I feel pain within

When he gets scared, in crowded malls
I remember that, existential angst
How insecure we feel, would we survive
A primitive fight, for what's so little

When he laughs out, I can see why
So funny it is, to innocent sight

When engrossed I realize, how he is right
Interesting indeed, I just did not notice

Oh a child, is a beautiful gift
A reminder of, the beauty around
A true medium, to relive our life

Thursday, November 01, 2012

A Child at Play

I look at him, his eyes are busy
They lock one moment, then wander away
He is but, a child at play

He looks at one, and then at yonder
He smiles at him, and cries on other
The world for him, not studied yet
He is but, a child at play

If you follow, his gaze at green
Trees and grass, a bird abreeze
He looks at water, gurgles like it
You truly realize, what beauty is
But for him, just another thing
He is but, a child at play

A philosopher at times, but naughty too
A child is one, to learn from too
When he cherishes, and grab it too
But having possessed, throws away too

You can't but help, to think aloud
Isn't this what, I do in Life?

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