Abortus

He entered the room, His eyes full of pain
To tell his wife the news,
He would have to go through the trauma again

He moved closer to the bed
Where his wife lay still, unconscious
Pain sketched all over her face,
She too knew, it was obvious
He took her hand in his
And she opened her eyes
Her eyes were full of questions
But he could not find his voice

I stood there in a corner
And watched as the couple hugged each other
They both knew the news
They had lost their child forever
They cried in each others arms
Unaware of my presence
They silently shared their pain
As in these circumstances words made no sense

For them I did not even exist
And I felt as if I belong to some other time
May be I was the past,
Or the supposed-to-be future...
The one who dissolved in the womb of a mother


Arti D. Honrao

Depressed... By Rajwinraj

Depressed

When I sit at home
Staring out at the pouring rain
Wishing I was in Rome
Enduring all the pain
I feel my heart beat
And I feel myself bleed inside
My tears start flowing
Like a river running
Outside I am a happy child
Because I have on a fake smile
While inside I am cold
And I weep a mile
As I stare out the window
Tears of sorrow; continue to flow
My heart continues to break
As the wooden floor continues to creak
I feel messed up
I am depressed
Everything as I knew it
Has vanished like dew
As days pass
My depression ceases
As I know God Almighty
Who brought me out, will show me
How to live life to the fullest.

*Rajwinraj*

divinity

deeper and deeper
I spread my wings with wonder

closer and closer
I am getting to see the rays eternal

day by day
I am experiencing minute joy in bliss

hours by hours
I am feeling the intensity of merging with the divine

minutes by minutes
I am passing by breathing the life divine

seconds by seconds
I am in awe at Creator’s magic

though I am awakened in GOD
I don’t realised in the fullness of spirit
that GOD embraces me eternally.

to stop experiencing
to stop wondering
to stop discriminating
to stop loving
to stop hating
to stop being different
to stop being indifferent
Oh, Spirit of the ancient MIND
when will I merge eternally into the eternity.

wheelchair

wheelchair
devoid of occupant
it lies in a corner – abandoned!
facing its own shadow
courtesy of light shining from back.

once occupied
it was pretty busy
maneuvering the immobile physiques of many
the unfortunate few
for whom it wheeled as legs a pair.

now devoid of occupant
it lies in a corner – abandoned!
facing the risk of being dismantled,
ingratitude are men!!

the cerebral palsied
as contortionist they come
in different shapes and sizes
carrying the human within
placing the waiting soul eagerly
on the wheelchair;
so they too can see the world around
by walking the wheeler around.

the diplegic
as semi paralytic they appear
drowning in their worry and sorrow
unable to walk independently, so called diplegics.
a wheelchair kindly accommodates
choice is theirs, powered or manual
mobility is the goal
that spurs the continuity of life in many.

many are those who have occupied this chair – the wheelchair
now they have gone somewhere – places unknown to many
abandoning the wheelchair which appears lifeless
in a corner
far away from the corners where humanity reaches.

careless whispers ensue
and the wheelchair speaks in silence
though lifeless it appears to be
it talks and touches
the souls of many
with silent whispers
hopeful whispers
rely on me, “I WILL NOT MAKE THEE IMMOBILE”.

Shades....

Shades...., originally uploaded by magiceye.

The greener pastures
are on my side
Beyond it is dark.

Wipe My Tears

Silent tears
flowing down my cheeks,
represent the thoughts
fogging my mind all these weeks.

Wipe my tears
before they get soaked in my heart,
for once they reach there
they would then become inseparable part.
Tears and pain
would be all that life would then be about,
because the soaked tears
would be difficult to throw out.

I lay on bed, crying night after night
waiting for things to be right,
but life simply does not want me to smile
and causes me pain all the while.

You had done it earlier,
you can do it now,
come to my rescue
and make me smile somehow.
I don't know whom to trust
IF not you,
I could think of no one but you.

Wipe my tears
and give me a reason to smile,
hold my hand
and sit besides me for a while.      


Arti D. Honrao
[Dedicated to my friend Anita]

Silently The Heart Cries

The day goes by
but the night stands still
all the courage seems to break off
and so does every will
Tears take birth in the eyes
and silently the heart cries.

So much painEndured during the day
One by one all are settled
in the heart to forever stay
Every single pain
Takes form of the tear in the eyes
And silently the heart cries

Time stands still
When memories are unleashed
Some make me cry
And some are cherished
But mostly contain the anguish, the sorrow
I have gone through in life
Trying to remember the good ole’ days,
I close my eyes
And silently the heart cries.

Arti D. Honrao

Why the dark of life?

Why the dark side of life?

Life is a beautiful rainbow
spreading its resplendence
Even on the butterfly colourful
and merry on the flowers.
the deep blue and the vast firmament
certain you call it the limitless sky,
can you and I try to vie?
an outing in the vast green field,
wading amidst full blown corn
yellow and green and serenading,
would your sickle plunge into action?
would your mind give it a command?
a walk further in the field
both the hands sidelining the grasses
A tumble upon the stubble and thimble,
at noon by the waterfalls white and foamy,
the siblings call you for a simple lunch
of thick curd rice with mango pickle
meticulously prepared by grandma,
the siblings go to catch colourful fish
In the rivulet simply swept along,
Simply swept along the fish ,
before the sunset they play hide and seek
in the white sand the pebbles popping out
the dark clouds gather, hasten us home
only to illumine,to dispel the gloom,
awake with a cheery dawn of hopes.

Mirrors

Mirrors

What do you call those white glazed tiles?
shiny, resplendent in the bath-room,
befriended by the showers of the oval-shaped bath tub,
reflected and refracted by the Belgium white mirrors,
as candid as outspoken as innocent children:
The bordering wooden frame nailed to the walls
forcibly yet protect the mirrors.
The mirrors sympathize like a generous lord:
You give a congenial smile,
they are equally reciprocal,
your friendly warm laughter
doubled up by the pearly teeth,
doubled before you, definitely not dubious,
You’re spotted white garment
conspicuous before you guilty,
grins at your carelessness,
your dyed hair, yet reminds the fact,
age has indeed withered you,
you are conscious of your image.
You hold your four year old baby,
the chiseled creamy set of teeth
embodies perfection and purity
as pure as the raining droplets,
the splash of water drops in the mirror,
the nasty feel of belligerent scoop
of cockroaches, nibbling insects and pests.
A blurred visibility, why this intrusion?
We are the exclusion with our carelessness.

An outcry

An outcry

Oh! Man, why this double dealing, double-faced
attitude, besmeared and blackish in actions,
like a deer chased and driven by circumstances:
yet milk white in appearance,misleading the plain
and innocent, neither open-hearted nor decisive
but doubt and antipathy corroding you forever
encircling the surrounding like the blinds drawn abruptly,
doubting your life partner who gave her life to you
but you were ensnared by a woman libidinous
no less than a bitch, with her sugar-coated words
enticed you, embittering your life and living around you,
words of arrows aimed at you deeply ingrained and
embedded made you susceptible,freedom frozen
I pray don’t be drawn by the mirage and diluted
by the optic illusion, to be sustained longer and stronger
let your ears be clogged by cotton of disbelief,
lest you should be convinced by tricks of con women,
let not your ego be traded upon, trafficking into other’s lives
to make a reasonable living on this earth transitory.

A MYSTERY

A Mystery

It is miracle and mystery beyond comprehension,
why I worshipfully cling to you?
Is it due to the sacrifice you made?
in upbringing me amidst teething troubles?
Could it be because of the rigours of
Discipline encored by the rhythm
of your training?
is it because of the concept of charity
ingrained into my blood?
Is it due to the spirit of strength
Instilled by your benign grace ?
The lesson of life- force dragged
by the two wheels of patience and penance
unyielding to the mounting pressures,
the cockpit of the uncaring world closes,
makes me lose its balance
Yet I muster courage to go on and on and on.

Bracelet

Bracelet

It was an ancient temple precinct
of high vaulted ,oily roofs,cracks and cleavages,
the cement floors which bore the brunt of coconut shell as offerings
a custom of religiosity,
a time-honoured ritual,relegated.
The smoky smell of camphor and candlewick,
the glitter of candlebra coaxes but not chokes.

I rolled down as a fulfillment of my vow,
in tune with the sacred uttrences of the priest,
the plantain leaved sweet pudding and rice
immersed in ghee with cashew nut tempt to end my vow.

How often we have visited bare-footed the local temple
braving the stones and stubbles,
the temple was the local simple emblem of the town
the sole gift a congregation for many,
not minding the distance and climbing the steps up and down.

When I tumbled, your kind hand reached me and protected,
we conversed on domestic functions, Cared for religious ceremonies.
You gifted me with a bracelet, a token of our long-standing friendship,
The coral and pearl bracelet riveted and jingled,
The coral and pearl bracelet riveted and jingled,
It was a gift kissing my veins, pierced the thews and sinews.

The coral and pearl bracelet befriended the talisman,
tied by my grandmother who was struggling for survival,
I rushed home to see my grandmother,
It was her last breath which mocked the tanjore plate on the wall,
The oak elephant and the carpet on the marble floor,
The house which she nourished and cherished.
She lived a life of dignity and serenity,
The bracelet befriended the talisman.

Temperature

Temperature

As I walk the thronged city amidst hot pellets of winds,
even all the perfumes of Arabia would not wipe my sweat,
the cool cotton sari as supposed to have been gifted
by my paramour who is an expert in necromancy
as imagined by a libidinous bitch, would not keep me cool,
for the heat of summer is emitting fire like boiling cauldron,
methinks sin in all its forms blows, blows in the summer winds,
yonder the thatched roof of a school catches fire,
innocent children run helter-skelter,
yes! innocence always pays for the misdeeds of somebody,
I run to the shop to quench my thirst,
to my surprise a lizard in coca cola bottle,
The goddess of nemesis would form a psunami
p is silent for perfection is also silent
before she engulfs all the sinister in her ire.

Beyond the sunset

Beyond the sunset

I walk along the sanguine path my anguished soul takes in,
to be redeemed by the floral paradise of flowers and tress,
I see I am in sylvan forest or floral fort, not of stones walls
but of beautiful arranged, red and violet flowers,
the tall trees the shade of which falls like graphics on the floor
the thick green leaves pose as gravels and pebbles on a villa,
the v-shaped pathway leads me on to an arch,
my dampened, dispirted soul gets an aura, enthusiasm
not for nothing the great bardic poet said,
“every flower enjoys the air it breaths,”
I too partake of the sanguine breath and feels
elated for this birth.
Passing through the pathway is like
Passing a period of transition,
The v-shaped pathway as if sounds
You are pushed down only to climb up:
I sit in the golden chariot of sunset
to journey across boundaries unlimited.

Human Embryonic Stem Cell-lines

From a ball of cells,
the Blastocyst:
(Smaller than a grain of sand,
Aged 5-6 days Intra-uterine Life),
Develop tissues, organs
and the fetus whole!

Stem-cells are pluripotent,
Cultured in lab nutrient media;
They heal disorders-
inherited and degenerative;
Doing wonders which drugs
couldn’t do till now;

They help in organ-transplant;
Fill defects in bone;
They cure Parkinson’s
And Motor Neuron Disease;
They form nervous tissue
And Bone marrow transplants;
Like Dolly, the cloned sheep,
Their benefits will pay off some day.

Getting them, using them
Is unethical, some say;
It leads to religious queries
That none can ever answer;
A matter of heated debate global,
Hope springs too eternal;
It offers miracles which
Can’t be denied to man;

Pumped is ‘big money’
into research on stem cell lines;
Challenging, complex, all agree,
It could cure many illnesses.

Some states/nations have banned the work;
Others have mellowed their stand;
Few are going ‘full steam ahead’,
Despite the controversies.
It’s an exciting, tricky, promising
Ambitious and murky field;
The cells are ‘immortal’!
But do they cause cancer?

How safe are they?
Who owns them?
Who must fund?
How to use?
These are queries,
Scientists must resolve;

Yet, progress can’t come
Without taking great risks;
Courts will decide problems;
Stem cells are a reality
today!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-25-2005

Pain

Pain of my life,
bites me like a venomous snake,
I lie alone on my bed for hours, wide awake,
I recapitulate all that I went through in my life,
The pain pierces my heart like a knife.

Always given my best to all,
and always I was left alone to fall.
Was there for all, always to care,
though I was suffering from within
and everyone walked away totally unaware.

Played my role in life as best as I could,
but my feelings no one ever understood.
Silently I shed tears, which get soaked in my heart,
would anyone ever hold my hand?
And help me to make a new start?
I want to walk past the hurt that's been there all my life,
I just want to face the sun and smile back at life.

Arti D. Honrao

Forgive me.

Forgive Me When I Whine

(Author Unknown)

Today, upon a bus,

I saw a girl with golden hair

And wished I was as fair.

When suddenly she rose to leave,

I saw her hobble down the aisle.

She had one leg and wore a crutch.

But as she passed, she passed a smile.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

I have 2 legs, the world is mine.

I stopped to buy some candy.

The lad who sold it had such charm.

I talked with him, he seemed so glad.

If I were late, it'd do no harm.

And as I left, he said to me,

"I thank you, you've been so kind.

It's nice to talk with folks like you.

You see," he said, "I'm blind."

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.

Later while walking down the street,

I saw a child with eyes of blue.

He stood and watched the others play.

He did not know what to do.

I stopped a moment and then I said,

" Why don't you join the others, dear?"

He looked ahead without a word.

And then I knew, he couldn't hear.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

I have 2 ears, the world is mine.

With feet to take me where I'd go.

With eyes to see the sunset's glow.

With ears to hear what I'd know.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.

I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.

Pink dawn

Pink...., originally uploaded by magiceye.

A pink dawn it was
whoever called it a dream
had not slept enough!

The Power of God!

Can you
Count the stars in the sky,
Call each one by name,
Speak to them by day and night,
Listen to their complaints,
See them as the eyes of God,
Command them to fall?
Nay, NEVER.
But,
God alone CAN.

FLOATING ON THE SAILS OF ETERNITY………………..

FLOATING ON THE SAILS OF ETERNITY………………..
It has been a long time
since angels spoke to me
it has been a long time
since fairies danced with me

It has been a long time
since you looked into
my eyes
and found your own images
as reflections
in my dreams.........

It has been a long time
since you shook me out
of my dreams of you
to see you in person

It has been a long time
you read
the words
I wrote for You
and that’s how these words
reach you

so
be an angel,
spread the sunshine
and let the fairies
dance around me
It has been a long time
since I held you close
for seemingly endless time
as we floated on the
sails of eternity..........


MUKUL

YOU ARE A DREAM……….

YOU ARE A DREAM……….

YOU ARE A DREAM
WHEN IT COMES TO MY EYES………

A SONG
WHEN IT COMES TO MY LIPS……

MUSIC
WHEN IT COMES TO MY EARS……

RHYTHM
WHEN IT COMES TO MY HEART

JOY AND ECSTASY OF LIVING
WHEN IT COMES TO MY SOUL……

IT IS
SHEER PAIN AND AGONY
WHEN YOU DON’T COME TO ME…….
OR
I HAVE TO BE AWAY

LET US BE TOGETHER , O ! LORD
ONLY FOR A MOMENT
IF NOT FOR A DAY……….

TO LIVE A DREAM
THAT HAS THE SONG OF LIFE
A RHYTHM OF MUSIC
JOY OF SOUL
AND THAT’S ALL
THAT I WISH TO PRAY………

MUKUL

WHY ! OH WHY ! DO I LOVE YOU……………

WHY ! OH WHY ! DO I LOVE YOU……………
I love you
not because I have to
but because
I need to love you
and I want you to know
this
because I find that
the world is cluttered
with words and thoughts
flying around aimlessly

But
I want you to know
that my world revolves
around you
that my words are all
that I can send to you
from this place away from you

And may be
you will feel my need………..
I need to love you
because you are all I have
to get the complete sense of love
to get me be a complete man

And so I love you
and I want you to know
even if
it is the last thing

YOU MAY HEAR FROM ME…..
I love you so …………






posted by Mukul @ 8:34 AM

Beautiful Day

The sun was shining bright
Everything seemed so right
It was a beautiful day
and I decided to enjoy it in every way

I took off my shoes
and walked bare-footed on wet grass
Nothing was going to stop me now
Not even etiquette or class
I walked carelessly with a smile on my face
Giving myself to memories of childhood days
I remembered how it used to be
How I was allowed to be me
I decided to me myself again
Cast away every fear, stress or strain

I walked in the sand along the sea
Enjoying every moment I was me
It started to rain all of a sudden
And everyone ran for shelter
But I just spread my arms
And felt the drops of rain kissing my face
The rain soaked me completely
And I realized I was happy again
Seconds turned to minutes
and minutes to hours
It was still raining
and I was standing there at the sea
My life was just the way I wanted it to be

And then -
I Woke Up


Arti D. Honrao

Sonnet: By His Stripes!

Oh, let the Hand of God well strike the chord,
Restoring harmony back in my life;
The peace of mind and heart, bestow me Lord;
Deliver me from every vice and strife!

So many years have rolled by very fast;
My life was filled by struggles of all types;
Let me forget the blunders of the past;
Forgive my every sin made, by Your Stripes!

Now triumph smiles again, giving me joy;
My labor hard has paid off finally;
Oh, help me breathe with ease and life enjoy;
Do add me to Your righteous souls’ tally!

’Tis time I gave more time for my soul’s care;
If not for You, my life would have been bare!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-19-2005

Inspiration

A fresh morning
A fresh new day
jump out from the bed
feeling light and bright
the fresh smell of the earth
flowing deep into my veins
the chirping of the birds
music to my ears
the beautiful sky
with patterns and designs
the fresh green sceneries
soothing to the eyes
a fresh morning
a fresh day
it's a promise
it's a hope.

Awe....

Awe...., originally uploaded by magiceye.

Ahead lie
unending hills
firmly rooted
to mother earth.
The mist fails
to hide the awe
that the sight
inspires!

Mother Earth

She is hurt...
She is bleeding...
What we humans gave to Her
She is now returning!

Arti D. Honrao

This is all that I could write after hearing the news of natural calamities happening all around

Come To Me

Come to me when I am alone,
come to me when I am in crowd,
come to me when I am depressed,
come to me when I am feeling proud,
come to me when I am praying,
come to me when I am working,
come to me peace,
so that I can share you with the world.

Arti D. Honrao

New Hope

XX or XY are united

that is how it started

in the world of darkness and warmth

full of securities all the times

a sudden movement felt

a strange new experience

a wonderful joy indeed

balance diet

nutritious food

is what been advised

day and night

counting days without fail

awaits the new life new day

finally today is the day

with a loud scream and cry

a new world full of brightness

tears of joy in everyone

a hearty welcome to a new life.

My Crushes

[My first poem in humor section]

I hope you guys don't get bored, erhm...
Because I have had many, not just couple of them.
Okay, the first one was the doctor who delivered me,
I am sure he too liked me,
Because once he kissed me on my cheek
And how badly I wished I could speak!
I would have told him my feelings then,
But all I could do was wet his shirt, oh heaven!

Second... hmmm... this one
Was better than the first one
This guy really cared for me
And used to help me change my nappy.
He was the wardboy who took care of mom and me
But sometimes, he embarrassed me
I wanted so badly to impress him,
Always be well dressed in front of him.
But well! I could not help you see,
My mom was too weak to change my nappy!

Well! The third one...
Obviously better than the previous one
He was my teacher in kindergarden
I used to roll on the floor to get his attention.
But, there was one thing about him I did not like
He had a son named Mike!

Ok, the fourth one,
He took some time to come
For now as I grew up,
so grew my expectations
And there was hardly any guy who met my specifications
But I tell you, this one
Was close to becoming the final one
He was my classmate in school
Biceps and all, he was too kool!
He used to shower me with gifts and all,
Make me feel happy and tall!

But then, came the fifth one
Who turned out to be better than the fourth one
All social gatherings together we used to attend
But then, he left me later on, for his sixth girlfriend
So guys, finally I was left with none,
No wonder wise people advise to stick to one....
Now I am waiting, for the sixth one to come
And stay with me forever
OrAt least till I find a seventh one!

The wonder of creator

Nothing......

that's how it started

black, cold and empty

that's how it was

then came the dazzling light

filled the darkness bright

land, sea and sky

amazing is the word to describe

earth burst into life

seed-popping plants

sweet-smelling flowers

budding and blooming

springing and sprouting

sun in the day

moon at night

amazing is the word to describe

then came the wild creatures

chasing and racing

grunting and growling

roaring and howling

singing and chirping

music to the ears

amazing is the word to describe

then came Adam and Eve

share the wonderful creation

looking after the world for him

amazing is the word to describe

in six days everything is done.

The River That Sings

Living amidst the busy city life
I sometimes imagine myself
walking along the bank of the river that sings

Nature at its best
Beauty displayed at the fullest
The ruffling sound of dried leaves under my feet
giving music for the river that sings

The sun about to kiss the horizon
The sky and the earth embraced together as one
The joy of togetherness depicted in the song
that the river sings

I want to be part of the imagination
Walk into it as if it is real
Peace surrounding me
The breeze caressing me
I want to play my guitar
And sing the chorus lines
With the river that sings

Arti D. Honrao

It Ain't Love At All

Love that expects love in return

Ain't love at all

For love is meant to be given

Without expecting anything at all

To love selflessly,

To give in your all

To be there with a helping hand

When your beloved is about to fall

To stand next to them like a tree

To walk with them like a shadow

To make them feel free

and promise them a better tomorrow

Is what I call as love

Always ready to give as much as you have

To want them to hold you near

A fear of losing them in some corner of your mind

To expect them to speak in words

so that you can hear

To be unable to read each others mind

Aint love at all

For love is to understand everything,

Without saying anything at all

I have loved someone like this

and I care not if I am not loved in return

For I know my love is pure and that -

what I had to give, is given.

I move no further than this,

nor do I wish to return

I stay where I am,

There for him, in case he needs me

He would always see a friend in me.

Arti D. Honrao

Abandon child

Child.....

may speak thousands of words

interpretations may differ

at times may deceive too

thousands of mysteries hidden behind

innocent child.....

glow brightness warmth without flame

sparkle excitement with flashes of light

utter thousands of words coated with love

innocent child.....

gloom in the darkness cold with flame

yearn the tender feelings of affection

long for peace, love and unity

child.....

there is still a life

there is still a hope.

Barmecide Feast

Who says we got to
meet and mate
to satiate that hunger?
Every loving thought
that from you departs
Finds and feeds
my soul....
A Barmecide Feast Indeed!!
I partake
in bits and bytes
Live Surfeited,
on banquets buffeted by
your mercurial mind.
~Joyizforever~

The truth

All alone

thinking about

someone so very dear

what shall i say?

what shall i write?

how shall i say?

how shall i write?

one i can say

one i can write

you are always in my heart.

Unspoken words

My dear friend.....

why the silence?

i know not

speak up

for i will understand

my dear friend.....

why the coldness?

i know not

share with me

for i will enlighten your burden

my dear friend.....

trust me

for i will be a shoulder to lean

my dear friend.....

why the silence?

killing me softly

bleeding in pain

why the coldness?

breaking my heart

tears rolling down on my cheeks

still wondering why.

The slope...

The slope..., originally uploaded by magiceye.

How do you see this
Hey I am right on the top
or
Its all downhill now!

Mayuri : Faces

FACES

Faces tell tales they say.
Is it true or just something that old wives say?
Some have lines etched dark and deep,
Did they laugh a lot or did they weep?
Some eyes are happy, shiny and bright,
While others are like windows, shuttered to keep out the light
Did they see too much you wonder?
Or looked too long for a loved one who wandered
Foreheads that tell of burdens too deep,
Of what they had to give away and what they got to keep.
Lips that are sad and don’t smile anymore.
For who knows who is a friend and who is a foe?
A nose that once stood strong and proud
Is now hooked and bent and looks to the ground.
Will my face betray all the secrets that my heart once held?
I think I’ll wait and watch, for only time will tell.

Terrorist

Human.......
cold blooded beast can ever be
life is meaningless as can be
lost the dignity
hopeless as can be
lost the credibility
helpless as can be
life been scattered
love been tarnished
peace been vanished
whatelse exist?

Law of nature vs karma?

Creator of heaven and earth

doubtful existence

disaster after disaster

fearful existence

fearful people on deadly earth

earth banished in a second

suffering after suffering

innocent people vanished in a moment

torture after torture

living corpse everywhere

Creator of heaven and earth

you the planner

you the observer

you the creator

you the demolisher

but why?

why the innocent people?

law of nature is what you call?

karma is what you call?

need an answer.

A trek....

A trek...., originally uploaded by magiceye.

Life is like
a journey
through the forest
which seems dark and dense
at times
bright and colorful too!
Depends on what
we wish to see
and experience.
Danger always lurks,
Shackle it
and break free
to smile
and tackle another!

The rains lash

The rains lash .. the rains lash and oceans thrash the land seethes and sways the skies thunder and blaze as they view what we've brought the world to and ponder whether it is time to erase everything and begin anew and this time without loose cannons like men who will ruin it all again 'Lousy weather', we pronounce. 'We should build bigger dams', we announce ~ Shanta ~

Expectation of life

Life....
life is not always a bed of roses
life is not always a fragrant of love
life is not always a world of happiness

Life....
life at times a bed of thorns
life at times a filthy of hate
life at times a world of sadness

Life....
what is expected of life?
life is to be experienced
life is to be explored
life is to be lived.

Transformation of life

Once.....
life was beautiful
full of love and laughter
life was sweet
life was simple
life was like a heaven

Now.....
life is hideous
full of hatred and tears
life is bitter
life is complicated
life is like a hell

Future.....
what life will be?
he has the answer
who is he?
only he knows
where is he?
he keeps watching.

Dear Friend

Dear friend.....
came into my life
came from nowhere
coincidence or fated?
only he knows

Dear friend.....
uniqueness in you
captured my heart
goodness in you
adore the most

Dear friend.....
spiritual help never forget
divine grace and love
with you always
love you my friend.

Mayuri : Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Broken sunlight
Bits of a dream
The thread of life
Memories are the seam
A silent sob
The blinding brilliance of a smile
A twinkle of the eye
The weariness of so many miles
An unfulfilled promise
A heavy burdened sigh
I am out of teardrops
And you forgot to cry

Thoughts to Ponder

THOUGHTS TO PONDER

Though humility is not easily achieved,

We must pursue it.

Though we are clever

and have almost everything,

We must give glory to God.

Pride comes before a fall,

haughtiness before destruction.

We must think of others

more highly than ourselves.

It is more blessed to give than to receive.

If you gain the son,

You gain everything in life.

*Rajwinraj*

Shanta: Religion

What I see passing as Religion I think rituals are seen as religion and spirituality gets little chance and it is mostly halo-added socializing with much of song and dance Or self indulgence in the name of God and an insurance taken in advance or fear driven social coercions with set rules and rigid stance It is supposed to edit the present when things aren't going right and expected to obtain all goodies that come within one's sight It is seen as an easy route to delete the consequence of sin and a last minute remedy for lack of effort put in It is hoped to be an exhaustive cure, a second chance, usually an after thought. A solace and a walking stick, a pastime and the last resort It is a user's manual for the human being though not written by his makers. Largely misused on the gullible by smart fakers and rakers Religion can be uplifting and a guiding light But going by how it is being used (here), it is becoming an explosive blight ~ Shanta ~

Kalyan - A Thought

The oil- lamp, one said, will light my path

The candle will be brighter said another:

The third flourished his fire-brand

Forest fires are the best, he said

To brighten my journey to the other end !

The goal is the same, but do you think,

To scorch and kill while on your way,

Would lead you where you want to go ?