The Sea of Time

The wind blew hard, the wind blew fierce,
The darkness it brought stayed for years
The winds of fates does prove unkind,
With the lamps of light gone blind.
I resigned my fate to sorrow;
Both today and tomorrow.
If only I knew, will someone enlighten
Whether heaven and hell will align
in this world for sometime
or is it across the ocean of time?
If God is the creator of Man,
Then I have a question for Him.
Why did he make this clay sphere
filled with the sea of despair?
If it was the Devil that made Man,
Then I have a question for Satan.
Why did you throw us into the sea of gloom
by tricking it as a paradise of bloom
Why did you throw us into the waves of eternal doom?
The windstorm blew out the lights everywhere
Can you tell, is the heaven and hell, here or there?

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The First Rain

Monsoon showers,the rain so new;
tell me the magic of the drops you threw.
The sky showered kisses,
on earth’s cheeks with drops of dew.
With scattered pearls of essence,
she fills my heart with her presence.
Her arrival from the heaven above,
with the delicate jingle of her anklets,
echoes the subtle tune of love.
In my dull world, she sprinkled color and it stayed,
Her name written on a rainbow, my world is made.

A Worthless World to Win or Lose

Of palaces, thrones, crowns and nobility,
This world of societies, that resent humanity.
Keepers of society, stuck in norms so old.
Ravenous for wealth, hungry for gold,
The values so twisted. People so maligned,
Where Man himself is the foe of Mankind.
Here the greed of wealth rules in context
Even if you win over this world, what next?

What world is this, so bewildered and distraught,
Every being is bruised, every soul in thirst,
Each spirit broken, wrenched and distressed.
Eyes glazed in confusion, hearts heavy and depressed.
Free-will is constraint and wishes are coerced,
This is the realm of the reversed,
This is a senseless world, so accursed.

A world where a life is simply nothing,
Where Man’s dignity is only a plaything,
Just a throwaway toy is a person’s being.
Devoid of loyalties, friendships are absent,
Where love is a non existent, all value bereft,
Teeming with corpses and skeletons in the cupboard,
Dwelling of the living dead, with their spine rubbered.
Here life is a struggle and death is cheaper.
This world is so wicked, even to conquer.

A world where humanity has no place,
Where love is shorn of all nobility and grace,
Loyalty is fake and friendship is naught,
Even if you win this world, you don’t gain a lot.
Rid me of the travails of this world disdained,
This world as it is, has little value attained.
Here youth wanders in apathy and aimless distractions,
Displayed like show pieces, with gaudy decorations,
Here love is just a sordid transaction.
With bodies adorned to be bought and sold,
What if this world is still in your hold?
This world is worthless, even if it’s made of gold.

Raze this world of secret shame
Consign this world to eternal flame
Push it aside, far away from my sight
For a world like this, I will not fight.
It is all yours, you to keep it whole,
I don’t want to win this world and lose my soul.

A Promise to Compromise

Make peace with the sorrows you got,
There will always be bouts of drought.
Existence comes along with grief;
Some last long, and some brief.
But one day, the earth will bloom with a sigh of relief.
The darkness will pass, for it has dawned
Do not stumble again, for you have already staggered,
Noble is he, who steadies himself and still supports the faltered.
All of us err and some of us blunder.
Is there anyone who is not flawed? I wonder.
The ones who learn from faults and finds a purpose,
Discovers a meaning in their existence, I suppose.

The Way of Life

Such is life, a colorful adventure.
Not with the extent of your mansion’s measure,
Nor with all the wealth and the worldly treasures;
The thread of life is sewn through simple pleasures.

A bit of happiness, a spot of gloom,
Such is life, few withers and some colors of bloom.
Some phases of shadow, some bright as noon.
The good and bad moments, all gone too soon.

Life is not just about loss or success.
Accept what it has to offer nonetheless.
Every moment is trial and error;
With each instance, as delicate as a mirror.

Life consists of ups and downs,
Some happiness and some frowns.
That’s just the way it goes, side by side.
Life urges us to accept it all in a stride.

It’s not victory when things are right,
Nor defeat when things are a downward plight.
What matters is the bond which ties us all rife,
Not just to each other, but to the source of life.

 

The Vivid Painter

Over the lush green carpet of the earth, lies the blue sky;
On which the clouds drift, like delicate palanquins that fly.
Where, over the breeze glides a colorful butterfly.
Blossoms of vibrant colors in every direction,
Every flower adorned with so much attention.
Who is this artist, whose is this creation?

Behold the serene mountain peak;
Like sages in penance, so to speak.
Admire the deep valleys and the narrow creek.
The serpentine river that flows so free.
Standing tall like the flag post; a robust cedar tree.
Who is this poet, whose is this poetry?

Abundance of purity in every part of nature.
Infusing it’s qualities, into our nurture,
Through lifeless forms or a living creature.
Enlightening us, with the infinite wisdom of a preacher.
Through every particle, every pore, every feature.
Who is the sculptor? whose is this signature?

Ask the Maker

The Creator of the earth and everything,
Can easily get away with anything.
But You have always got me wondering.
What were you even thinking?
Or was the heaven so boring;
That you made this world for living.

Why did you make these idols of clay?
These people; these masked faces. I say
Infused a drama called life, where we all play.
Why have you held this fan-fair of youth anyway?
When you just sit and watch the fun from far away.
What is your amusement at your child’s play?

You created attachment and taught us to live as a pair.
You made us laugh in glee and to cry in despair.
Taught us to make friends and adversaries, few here and there.
Revived our dream and gave us some nightmare
When You made everything with so much care,
Why have you made this world so unfair?