God’s Gift

What is the best of gift –
Given to man by God –
Is that his feisty brain ?
Is that his mighty hands ?
Is that his supple tongue ?

No it’s none of them
It’s an innate inability
Which turns as a bless, that is -
“Man can’t foresee his future”

If I can foresee my future –
I would be the laziest -
I would be the pessimist –
I would be the atheist –
I would be the terrorist-

But I can’t foresee my future –
So I work hard to make my future bright
So I be the optimist to give strength to my mind
So I believe in God who is the Redeemer
So I feel I‘d be accountable for my doings

A man devoid of heart

He was a man devoid of a heart……..
He was like a machine which works for nothing
Just to end up as scrap…..
Lived all the years on his own
Without any help and without any thought
Of any one lived around him
His days were dim….
And nights were not calm.
He was so calculative and
Took every decision after much pondering
There was no passion and there was no affection
Towards anybody he met in his life

He was a man devoid of heart…
He did everything for a reason.
And a was a success in profession
He was called as victor by every one
He thought himself as invincible..
As days go by his heart was transformed to a programme
A programme which runs routinely -
Which gives the same result without a little flaw
Knowingly or unknowingly he was loosing his heart -
He never saw a rainbow instead –
Saw a seven coloured mark in the sky
He never heard music instead a flow of noise


What makes a man humane -
What gives charm to the days in your life
Loosing that will make u hard
Loosing that will make u a machine..

Present Moment

Life is a sequence of events..
Moves to the next finishing the present..
The moment elapsed has gone for ever..
The moment to come is not in your hands-
The future is with Gods and sorcerers -
And past is closed and sealed.
We are the masters of present.
Open your eyes and seize your likes
Rehearse the past to beautify the present-
Live in the present and enjoy your life…

Life as a river

Life is like a flow of river -
It never stops and it never waits -
Flows through summer and winter.
Cloured dark and coloured light-
Some times hot and some times cool..

Dreams

Dreams ….. Dreams….. Dreams
The sweetest word to hear….
The nicest thing to feel …
When you are in a dream..
There is no rule to dream…
There is no fence to check….
There is no mark to reach
And it doesn’t need any kick to start…

Dreams ….. Dreams….. Dreams
Anyone can dream any dream..
For that you need not be rich..
For that you need not be fair….
For that you need not be mighty….

Dreams ….. Dreams….. Dreams
Dreams are the heavenly bliss..
Dreams are the princess among thoughts.
Dreams are the children of wishes….

I cannot live a life…
Without any stream of dreams

Misty Mind

The sky is so high that I can’t dream
The tree is so tall that I can’t climb…
The hill is so steep that I can’t trek
The way is so long that I can’t reach
The stream is so fast that I can’t swim..
The wind is so strong that I can’t stay…
The wall is so thick that I can’t break..
The road is so bumpy that I can’t drive..
The game is so tough that I won’t win….
My mind is so misty that it thinks in this way….

My Losses

I don’t know how many times I lost in my life
It was not one, it was not two….
But as the days passed and as the life flows
I didn’t think of my loses
I moved ahead as if to reach on top..
I never looked back, I never stopped too
They were not touching and they were not deep

But this time the pain was intense
My heart was breaking apart and
My mind was losing control
My days were darkened as nights…
My thoughts were filled with grief
I lost all my faith on me..

I knew I am going to lose..
But I didn’t do anything to stop
I thought I could bear this lose
But it proved very much otherwise..
I started this to lose.. like a foolish boy
The end was defined and I was a tool
I don’t know who played the game…

It made me realise that I could cry
Like a lady with rainy eyes
It taught me that I could love
Some one with all my heart…

My Life

Every one says it’s ‘your life’
But I never felt it as mine.

I was always tied up
My mouth was always hold shut
And I was made deaf too

By the people who lives around me,
By the society which includes me,
By the cast which I am supposed to believe,
By the Gods of the heaven above

I was not free to fly around,
I was not free to talk what I want,
I was not free to love whom I wish

In my life I heard ‘don'ts' ;
More than a permitting ‘yes’
I studied from my whole life that;
A man is born to bondage
A man is born as a slave

A slave of his society,
A slave of his cast,
A slave of his culture,
And a slave of the Gods,

With all these knots around
How can a man be free-
And live a life of his own ?

Childhood

I remember you in my dreams
I wish you to come back to my life

Those were the days of heavenly bliss
Those where the days of endless joy
I wait for the dawn to come
And prayed the sun never sets.

The world around me was full of love
And I didn’t know what hatred was
I was a pet of all, and I got all I wish.

Each day I found novel from the other
And they came in lots in line
Oh..you are the sweetest of my dreams
I wish you to come back to my life

The Soul

I am in search of my soul
From the birth to till this moment
But I couldn’t find it anywhere.

I searched it for long outside-
Then for years inside me
But all my efforts went in vain
Still I’m looking around and around.

Can any one tell me how it looks like ?
Can any one tell me the smell of it ?
Can any one tell me the colour of it ?
Can any one tell me where can I find it ?

I know I am not the beginner of this search-
Which began from the time immemorial.
So many spent their whole life-
And passed away without success.