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
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.'
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?
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.
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.
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.
Wounds that have healed
Amid the scars that remain
There exist fortuitous emotions
Then there’s pain.
All the milestones achieved
And some trials in vain
Those beautiful dreams
And thoughts insane.
There are friends that dwell
Amidst a nugget of enemies
Days to be remembered
Amongst forgotten centuries.
Few funerals to attend
Between numerous ceremonies
There exist silent locusts
In the veil of humming bees.
There are shadows of illness
In the images of good health
There is a theatrical life
And then the inevitable death.