Dark Forest

Not me is the one, confused, in darkness
Not me was the one, so unsure, what is for him
Not me will be the one, to lead, if thus be his mind
Not me can be the one, if confidence, is lacking so

For sure, are great achievements, born in dreams
For sure, is hunger, a prerequisite to reach them
For sure, will complacence, kill the very life
For sure, can hard work, temper the quest

I have, this thirst, do something of worth
I hope, Death, not before my contribution approach
I pray, my role, fills me with Peace
I believe, Mother Nature, every step is part of it

Road to Peace

Peace in country, Peace for world
Where humans raise dissent, but march till walls resent

Where not through violence, is a resolution sought
When a call for justice, aren't by divisions wrought
While innocents sleep, with faith and quiet
Ready to dream, achieve and rise

I have such vision, this yearn for peace
As must we all, nurtured by such Sun and Earth

I ignore not, cries of deafening noise
But of what virtue are tears, if drowning the humane

Channel thus, that not a flood, but as a stream be led
Not hit a rock, but merge with sea
Not trouble with out, but that silence within
Not inflict pain, but like The Mahatma endure
And realize: An eye for eye, make all go blind

Find peace first within, discern right from wrong
And then go out, with senses alert, tirelessly seek
What is believed, and known, for you are The One
Woken, Set to tune, by nothing more a gentle whisper

Verses for the day

Eyes moisten, by the very thought of you,
Still the mind falters, says am I sure its you

In keeping with the times, and the circumstance of life
The heart takes a dip, a bow and a high

The way you look, is one thing these eyes
Would remember a lifetime, and want to, for longer

For not every flower, can a rose be
And not every rose, that one as you

Deep in the recesses, of this silent mind
Exists the same universe, as witnessed with Out 
Come, meditate, and you will realize
The breath Inhaled, is the one that you breathe

Pardon me, my lord, for not listening enough to instinct
To insult my powers, in the name of intelligence
To question my feelings, judge actions of others
When we but are just medium, all run by our Karmas
Of what reason then this anger, the bitterness within..
If let life be led, just by instinct, not madness,
If nature be listened to, in every way she as mother, speaks
Every sip will be nectar, every breath as from green,
And every sight feel of beauty, as a newborn first seen

Here I come

To do what i like a lot...

To write, to express,
To plead, To instruct,
To wish, To digress,

To learn what my heart keeps between itself and mind,
To feel what my fingers would during a creative outburst,
And to be mirthfully fatigued at the end of one

Not from the recesses of the mind, is a thought born,
It is born in nature, we being just the medium,

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Of this blog and every one to follow