Beautiful Love

Love and Beauty once had a fight.

Beauty claimed he is great,

Gifts all pleasure and delight.

But our poor Love is still illiterate,

Knows not to say words of wisdom,

Neither to lead nor to follow.

All he knows is to exploit the freedom,

And wherever he wishes he does go.

But this time he said, "I know not

To fight but may argue a little.

You may have won whenever fought,

But I had cancelled many a battle.

The more I'm in a tiny heart,

The more you appear in the eyes.

The more I leave the little heart,

The less you appear in the eyes."

"But I think it's the other way round..."

Flowed out words of Beauty,

"...and I may hold your count

And that for me is quite easy."

"I can admit if you could reason

Just this one thing that I mention,"

Began Love without a treason,

"...Man had ne'er seen in real a Satan.

Yet he pictures him the ugliest

In his dreams and in his imagination.

You could grasp it once you think it best.

Love comes first, Beauty- just a reflection."

The moment followed Beauty did think

And then his face had turned pale.

He stood frozen without even a blink.

Then he is cute to admit, "I did fail."

Love and Beauty once had a fight

And off course Love did win the prize.

Again and again with all his might

Love wins the hearts and every race.

Looking for...

 

I look for, I see and at last I find.

I find not the unseen for I haven’t looked.

It’s like an untrodden path or of such kind

Where none had gone nor even walked.

To find is the hardest until we see

And we see it not when never looked for.

To relate; the unseen is in the ray of lee

Or may be concealed inside the core.

It’s a promise that however it is found

At the end of the untrodden path or

At the very first sight at the ground,

Only it requires is our looking for.

Let the unseen be the goodness or delight.

Let’s oblige ourselves to look for it.

Let’s see the good all day and night

Whether at length or in the tiniest bit.

 I look for, I see and at last I find

And I've chosen to look for the best

Or better prefer to be blind,

I shall not find others’ faults lest.

TODAY

What had befallen has made

Things more clear when attention paid.

Now that I know this isn’t a play

But a plan I just have to act upon each day.

Mistakes have proven to be very useful

In teaching life’s lessons, how beautiful!

They were many in yesterdays.

So tomorrows shall witness less in many ways.

But all I have is only today

And each day it becomes again today.

My tomorrows are all far away

And yesterdays have already passed away.

And all I have is only today

So I shall not waste this day.

That’s the lesson mistakes taught me.

It’s only today we can hear or see…!

A Deceiving Dream!

What if this life is a deceiving dream

And the promising death wakes us to the real world?

The eternal reality with ever flowing stream

and love and justice shall rule that real world.

It must be the world where the good-folk shall sleep,

sleep in peace after the dreadful nightmare here.

Yes in here, in this world where they suffered to keep,

Keep away from greed without any fear.

And those who feared the wake up shall fail,

fail desperately for indeed we shall all wake up,

Wake up to the eternal world and this isn't a tale,

a tale you may call it and ask me to shut up.

Well that's what the world did to all the facts.

When it was said that the earth revolves the sun,

The world ignored and it's usual to all real facts.

And later agreed "yes, in centre it's the sun!"

If only one shall believe the God is with justice

he shall break up his love for this deceiving dream.

Indeed the death shall wake us up to the world of justice.

And who knows then if we could remember this dream???!!!                                           

AZOIC TO ASYLUM!

I could sense something haunting me,

Something I couldn’t hear nor see.

Now and then it shadowed me

And that scary veil didn’t let me free.

What’s that?  I didn’t know.

I searched but failed in all my trials.

I tried many ways to let it go.

But it seemed all the numbers were wrong dials.

Neither music nor fun did help

to uncover that dark foggy veil.

My tears began to flow and I couldn’t help

but just let it go to end this tale.

Those tears did speak to the Almighty

what my words failed to convey,

And it cleansed the dark veiled guilty

and paved before me a new way.

It was my guilt that haunted me

Now my tears had loosened the chains to set them free.

My soul had moved from azoic to an asylum

And now it seems the heart does hum!

Who’s wrong?

The truth’s ever bright like the sun.

But at times, the ignorant clouds lessen its shine

In the eyes of Adam’s poor son

Now on earth, for rumours, it’s a chance so fine!

The triumphs for rumours begin.

None dares to look for the truth but a few.

Now how on earth will the truth win?

For its light has not reached me or you.

Who’s wrong? Never the truth that’s ever bright.

Is it the clouds? Oh no, they’re helpless.

Then the man? No, he can’t see beyond his eye sight.

Then who’s wrong...? I’m speechless!

Fine, let’s find the answer in patience

And wait until the clouds move apart!

The story of a fool!

I’ll tell you the story of a fool.

He was given the very sharp tool

and was asked to carve a statue

of his own choice and his own view

so as to stand as an imprint of his life

that would survive even after his life.

He thought and thought on what to make.

His doubts gave him a big headache.

To all he met, he asked and asked.

All, before him, preferred to be masked.

He spent his life dipped in thoughts

but couldn’t choose one and make it the best.

He passed away with the same thoughts

leaving the tool whose sharpness he never did test!