THE JOY OF LIFE

Nothing in the world can compare
the joy of the mother who gives birth
whose child is her part, so rare
and she alone, can know the child's worth

everyone looks for happiness in their lives
they look for means by which
they feel, happiness can thrive.
But doesn't happiness go away?
and sadness makes its way
People aren't always happy
Joy isn't always to stay

People run after money
feeling it'll make them happy
little do they realize
that money only adds to their misery
True joy comes from within
it comes from contentment
from achievement
from victory over sin
Ever tried to make someone happy and
seen what it does to you?
you grow happier and content
in a way so true.
Pain is everywhere
suffering and despair
Pain gives way to joy
If there is no pain
there is no suffering
and there is no realization
of life's offering.

Happy is the one who lives life as it comes
the one who has fewer demands
from life, from God
and ultimately, joy is the reward.

Flowing Waters

Trickling waters
washing showers
blooming flowers
country roads
how life grows
clear blue skies
mountain highs
gushing waves
setting sun
tear- stained eyes
abstract emotions
strained relations
distant faces
forsaken memories
flying time
flowing waters......never ending life....

THE CHOICE

how it all changes
it takes a turn
one's individuality diminishes
it all settles down after the burns
the hours pass like decades
life grows more n more uncertain
grey is but the only shade
one's existence is harmed, it is frail

it is all about a tad similarity to madness
it gives way to sadness
it is the body that betrays
the heart that says
and the love that walks out
and the minds always in doubts

this is the final test, the ultimate limit
the zenith, the end of it all
it consumes me completely
and i give in to it
i now dont have a heart
nor do i have a mind
it is now just music of the inner me
and is one of its kind
this is my tryst with me
the union of me with mine
i cry out in the darkness
and i hear my own voice
i have made the dreadful
and the most difficult choice........

A HEAP

i feel the tears flowing down my face
and i think, it may have lessened my pain
i feel my life slipping through
running past me like these tears
running down my eyes
how i want you to hold me
how much i yearn for your touch
but you lie beside me, asleep on the couch
i feel love & pain alike
i think i enjoy pain now
i like the tears & welcome the grief
i am now a handful of feelings, flesh & femininity, a heap.

AMISS

it hurts, it hurts deep & it hurts some more
but, after a while, when it has hurt enough
it will hurt no more
it is rude, it is resilient and it is rough
the pain i feel is like Phoenix
it emanates from inside me
goes away, dies and lets me be
rises again, greater than before
turns me into a creature who can love no more
i am naked as a whore
i see ahead, i look above
only to see my own shadow
and m broken heart
i am my own foe
it wasn't meant to be, i was a curse from the start...

I GO ON.......

i go on....the winds try but not deter me
the world makes its choice
to disown me
but i go on
everyone turns their back towards me
but i go on
i hear someone call out my name
but i go on
i fear my own resilience
but i go on
i look for live, i yearn for protection
but i go on
i watch nature, i long to be held
but i go on
i wait for salvation
but i go on
i hear the sounds in my head telling me to stop
but i still go on
i say my prayers & i know they shall be answered
and i go on
i wait, i sit, i retrospect
but then, again, i go on
i love, i admire, i forgive
but i go on
i cant go on anymore
But i go on.

my journey

vast, limitless expansion of the earth & space
all in front of me
coaxing me to start my journey
my journey to the inner depths of my soul
to where i came from, to where i am leading.
my mind wavers, my thoughts are overpowered
by the fast-blowing winds
by the sounds of silence.
i see my reflection in the window glass
my hair covering my face
my body covering my unharmed soul
body as a veil on my soul
my inner conscience is alarmed
and i wonder at the beauty of creation
i am amazed at the intricacies of the Creator
i marvel looking at my own hands
i am made aware of the supreme joy of all
to surrender, to let go, to get enthralled

time is mine

depth measures the extent

the extent of being...the extent there is

hope measures the faith...the love there is

and distance measures the extent there is...

breaths measure the time there is

time...only time is the measure of it all

neither does it stop nor does it apall

but it goes on...washing away each sorrow

blowing away each pain...giving hope for tomorrow

casually, meekly it comes to your aid

it helps you summon to the enormous pain

it makes you realise the secret

it unfolds its own mystery

its curse is regret

it marks its own trajectory

time, the ultimate, the sublime

the ongoing; it eventually makes everything fine...

time is everflowing...

time is mine....

It looked like end of the road to me...and the beginning of life...it looked like it's dawn...like a new sunrise....like i knew it was coming towards me...the truth and my destiny.