In this beautiful world, I have no desire to die,
I wish to live in the midst of men.
In this sunlight, in the flowering forests
In the heart of all living things may I find a place
Incessant is the play of life across the earth
With its perennial waves of union and separation, laughter and tears.
Weaving songs from the sorrow and happiness of man
I wish I might build an immortal realm.
Or failing this, I hope I can claim a seat
Amongst you for as long as I live
Composing songs like flowers that blossom ever afresh
For you to gather in the morning and noon.
Accept these flowers with a smile, and then alas!
Cast them aside as they fade and die.
Friday, October 23, 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
The mighty rays that sweep across everyone.
There are no masks on your face but the truth
The pain of fighting hard for a loyal path.
You see the best that is possible for all of us;
You cry out over the tiniest details in surprise
You sing with the twilights over the sunshine,
Abundant and joyful that has blessed us all.
The taste of perfection in a move of hand,
The model that you emulate, the best life.
Though it has its ups and downs as I can see
May this battle defeat all bittersweet strife.
When the sun rises in its glory once again
Together we will sing the sunshine song.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Oh, you might advise me to swap the channel till the commercial break is over. Well, that's an option you can try when you are sitting alone and have the remote and the TV watching space to yourself. A single flip of the remote can bring about wars that can last till the end of the world. For then, the status quo is retained: who wants the remote game, where the fittest survive. Even more, elders are often irritated when youngsters keep on swapping channels tone after the other. But still that does not change the situation most viewers are facing everyday, when they are bombarded with all kinds of illogical advertisements for products they don’t use or need while waiting for that final moment when the movie they were watching and have half-forgotten emerges after the commercial break.
Not that I don’t enjoy advertisements. But still I cant bear watching movies especially in channels that don’t show any recaps. More important than that is the need for having a review for advertisements, something that can change an advertisement based on viewer reviews.
Dark, dark, dark, scarecrows from past,
May stand in green fields of delight,
Appearing like a witch out of nowhere,
Showing their graceless faces filled with paint,
Casting shadows on our bliss,
Tearing at it with sharp paws and long nails.
When a shadow falls, run, run, run,
Come home before it gets too dark,
And take delight in our sweet talk,
By the hearth, sit in comfort idly,
For the little lamp of hope,
That I put along with our prayers,
Will shine bright, brighter,
Scaring away all shadows,
There are no shadows, my dear
You are at home, beside me,
In our minute but perfect sacred space.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Yet the dream still remains; to break free, to be one's self and not a definition, to fly out of the mazes created by the self and by others; to run deep into the heavy snow wearing the warmth of your smile around me.
This heart has always been a rogue, vagabond and cheat; it has evaded its responsibilities and flown away every single time to dwell in imaginary worlds where the too bright sun can longer burn its wings.
But this time, it needs to have enough cunning to throw pixie dust in every wandering eye, just to hold your hand and ride out on a moonlit night with you.
Thursday, July 09, 2015
Thursday, July 02, 2015
You never saw with what tenderness I had built up a dream adding years for detail across those moments of togetherness, more valuable than anything in this world.
Yet you broke my world, calling a devil of a decision, an Angel and pretended indifference to enforce what you wanted. You valued faith in god and what people thought of you.
You read too much between the lines based on the wreck that you were. But in a way, some of what you understood were misreadings, assumptions of events that never existed.
And I like the fool that I am listen to your words, looking at what might have happened if I had chosen my happiness rather than obedience.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
You uttered your platitudes and filled this head with more throughout the years. It was as if you wanted love not to flow only in your direction than yourself.
You heard but never understood the muffled tears, the heartbreaks and the disappointments. You never bothered to see what these eyes craved for or what this mind longed for.
I who had modelled your acts of rebellion than your platitudes,see how you have wrecked lives through your emotional tugs of war, ruined any chances of happiness by your fixed rulebook and when it comes back, this boomerang of indifference, your tears at not being to handle a heartbreak surprises me most of all.
Tuesday, June 09, 2015
You have worn my reds against your blues and found peace in a magical embrace .
In this perfect bond of silence, we have watched the evening star rise and the rest brightening with our kisses.
On an evening like this with you by my side, I couldn't think of anything more to say than "thank you"!
Thursday, June 04, 2015
Your dreams stand apart like strangers who wait to be introduced while I plod on weary with the little that I have.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
“Remember the Frenchman who asked his grandmother at what age we get free from the temptations of love. The old woman said she didn't know” The Doctor’s Dilemma, GB Shaw.