Grace in Scare

Withdrawn by fear, fail not to witness 
The beauty baffling before thy eye
For then that's alike a treasure beneath thy
Feet that thou never did even guess.

Someone trembles- the heartbeat fastens

On the very sight of the lightning.
Do those silver sparks seem so frightening?
Sharpens the clouds' whisper or hardens?

Yonder someone shuts the eyes in fear,
Upon a height some call scary.
When all that climb has made him weary,
Isn't it a beautiful sight, far but near?

It's funny when someone fears; even 
Amidst of a crowd, or when she
Spots a spider or snake and the most funny
Fear of all to fly in an aeroplane.

Call it a joke or not. It isn't.
For all fears open a way to death.
But why fear to welcome the last breath?
For it may enter with or with no hint.

Life is alive when you do fight
And fail not enjoy by fear withdrawn.
All I fear is the darkness alone
And the One who owns all the light.

When Dove Flies Above Eagle

When the bloody war is all set to fire,

From the ashes reborn a new phoenix.

When the land and air did verily tire,

The heart summon peace; the sleep to fix.

When men had learnt to befriend the pain,

When life was dark in the shadow of death,

The tears for the lost are shed in vain;

A hope for peace still enters every breath.

Men are born and men are died

Who do not wish to live in peace?

No hearts have ever for the love dried.

No minds are ready to quit the ease.

Truly, in the depth of every heart lies

A wish; when above eagle, the dove flies.

Taming the Time

Taming the time is an art
Unknown to all ever born
But he who has the cart
And learnt what he had owned.
His heart beats with the rhythm of
The feet that carry him off.
He knows Time trots, caters and gallops.
Yet he carries the bundle of hopes.
He has known the art of balancing
And rides evenly days and nights.
Behold him and the Time is dancing
To his desires and his rights.
When Time reaches the stable of death,
You would know he has lived all his breath.

Nature's Prisoner

Yonder the flowers fell in silence. 
Gone are their gifted fragrance. 
Sorrow shall not bring thy tears 
For truly they were never yours. 
Though thou did behold their charm, 
At distance they did no good no harm; 
Unknown of this silent admirer 
They pretended nothing but what they were.
And here's the wind hold dead leaves
So lightly with no sighs no heaves; 
Singing in ears undecipherable melody.
Take me too in your journey.
And the sky is prettier at the night
With the lovely moon smiling bright.
When all asleep in this silence,
Oh Night! Why your beauty is so intense?
Truly, my heart you did conquer
And my eyes you did capture
And left me stand as an admirer.
Oh nature! I am your prisoner.
But I love these chains and this trap
For I have fallen on your lap.
I would have written even more 
If I were born even before.
Helpless to know what years would leave,
Let me write when you are still alive.

Ceaseless is Senseless

Life with its borders is the best.

If ceaseless, it’s an ugly persuade

Like the hovering clouds that do sometimes fade;

Care less if the sun sets in east or west.

Though it measures and limits its length,

A full stop is the beauty to a sentence.

The faster it comes, the wider is the sense.

But it shall come and not called upon by strength.

When the divine decree determines the ends,

The beautiful pain is only the key to heavens;

For the good soul, the only hurdle to the God.

If the divine script then prolongs the sentence,

It’s a beautiful red rose spreading fragrance

With all its thorns for the sake of its Lord.

Paradox

When a single star makes the whole day bright,

With a million stars it's still dark is the night.

When tears stand synonyms with pain,

All we try is to smile in vain.

When hope is lost and heart is broken,

It's still "I'm fine" the words are spoken.

On the whole, this life is nothing but a big lie,

Or a pretended truth that we adore with no shy.

Call me rude for with you this I share

For all these paradoxes I no longer care.

Ode to Death

None in the world has a promised tomorrow

And you do come with o days to borrow.

No suns no moons can ever hold you still

And for no moment no second delay you will.

If you are too certain to ignore you,

Then why should I ever fear you?

None shook your hand ever returned.

It seems you’re fairer than cruel we pretend.

If you’re so fair never return to,

Then why should I ever fear you?

I feel your shadow hovering around

With silence and darkness in the background

For that’s the picture the world gave me

And it may be true or may not be.

What if you’re gentle! I used to think,

And let my soul depart in a blink.

Then that would be a fair farewell

And a warm welcome to the eternal;

The world of justice I would behold

And give my diary the last fold.

So come for me when I can say:

I have no regrets if I now pass away.

If I had done all I should do,

Then why should I ever fear you?

Be brave and you may conquer me

When I can still stand and see

And let me not remain a mere mass

And wait for your arrival to pass.

So come to me when least expected

And  take  me  all  at  once. 

Tonight I read my father’s diary....

Tonight I read my father’s diary.

Pages smelled of sweat and were weary.

The font was ugly but words- simple

And told a story of tears on his dimple.

A rueful smile had often brightened his face.

His longings were all to give us an embrace.

But often failed and hugged us with prayers.

These words are alone for many years.

We have lived in his light

That he had given burning bright,

Melting and dying day by day

And all unknown we do here play.

Watching those drops of wax falling,

I see tears, from his eyes, dropping

Like a pearl rolling down those cheeks

That, only our smiles, sincerely seeks.

O’ father! Let me kiss those dimples now

Though wet with tears by now

To thank you for burning all your youth

But – I can’t do enough – to tell the truth.

That Pink Rose!

In the garden of the house of victories

For the first time you conquered my heart

Before the hut of words and stories

Your fragrance you did let move apart.

Oh that fragrance! I’m in love with it.

Who did give you so sweet a smell?

Again in a gifted candle came it

In a land that has many stories to tell.

Again I saw you but on my daily path.

You did stand in the midst of many flowers

Upright to hear the cries everyday

Of beautiful birds dressed in many colours.

Sorry to you who read these verses

For these lines being linked by my memories.

For love may stand beautiful red roses

But you alone would do for the sweetest memories.

Come with me till my life goes

To witness sweet memories o’ pink rose.