Man with the Telescope

Man with the Telescope
At the terrace he stood,
I saw from mine,
Amidst the wind's constant slaps
and the silence of the moon-less night,
He set up a strange contraption,
which lured towards the sight.

And by the time, by him I stood 4ceabbd82a44dae58c912afb349470b5
He had set the device on a stand 
with its end pointed at the sky,
Restless, and curious, I asked ' What is this that you have here? If you could tell me kind sir'
He said 'It is an invention called telescope'
Its purpose: to bring that is far right up to your nose.'

'Awww!' was all that it inspired
That wondrous invention of man,
But then again curiosity-struck
I inquired of his plan,
He said that he was there at the terrace
to have a closer glimpse of skies and its endless dark span.

Amazed again by his reply 
and his urge to gauge the dark,
'Why do you do so?', I asked
with a new and restless mind
He said 'For in the darkness only can we hope to find light'
'And in the darkness only, can we all be un-blind.'

 

Will you not live on?

I am alone again
Left alone with my thoughts,
A li’l afraid, a li’l secure,
And the whole world is with me,
But I am without.
I am sad again
In pain, that with it; it brought
A li’l confirmed, a lil unsure,
If there’s some place else; where I could be,
I rather doubt!
For we are all
We are; and, were meant to be,
Everything is as it is,
And how it was meant to be
Haven’t we all seen!
Those silent tearful skies in sorrow,
Haven’t we all been!
Living with hope, of a joyous morrow.
Will it come?
I can’t be sure upon,
Suppose it doesn’t come!
Will you not live on?

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We all have our sorrow,

We all have our pain,

Dreams that keep us breathing,

Thoughts that are insane.

We all have our cheerful days

And our sleepless nights,

Tiny pieces of peace,

The heavy moments of fights.

We all have our freedom,

We have our boundaries,

A part of us that’s honest,

A side of us that’s sleeze.

We all have one we love,

We have a few we hate,

Sometimes our cups are full,

Sometimes it’s an empty plate.

We have our gardens to sit,

And our deserts to tread,

Times when we smiled,

And the tears we shed.

This is the nature of nature,

To fall and to thrive,

Myriad options are laid,

Choose any one to survive.

 

 

 

 

Hope…

I have lost track of space and time

 difference between reality and illusion

Failing to understand the words and mime

My soul is blinded by confusion

With none but my shadow

I am left with to stare

Though being my own

It grants me but a glare

And in my mind emerge myriad thoughts

Not one making any sense

The garden in which I was strolling

Transformed into a forest dense

And now the path seems so wrong

On which I dared to tread

All ideas turned out to be noxious

On which my sentient had fed

And though now I am truly lost

In the angst that I can’t cope

I glimpse a glimmer at the horizon

To which men refer as hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

life

Why do you mask your face

With facades of chemicals and potions

Its not the outer flair

That reveals and defines one’s mettle

But the soul that we inside bear

For neither the color of thou skin

Nor the sharpness of thou chin

Shall accompany you forever

Whilst the generosity of thy heart

And integrity of thy soul, shall fade never.

So live, though not merely for thyself

But for the people who are in need

As even a stray dog feeds himself

Never shying away from greed.