To Be

Always there is a thought,
which our minds entertain..
they twist and turn it,
until it fills our heart and brain.

Out of the zillion thoughts, very few tumble out,
they gain approval to course through the nerves and to hands and mouth.
Out of the countless things we do everyday,
and there are several times that many thoughts.
The actual fact of the matter is,
these thoughts take wings and become things.

These things are odd, they rule our life on earth.
 they are what distinguish us from lifelessness and dirt
if all of us thought one thing only all the time
our thought would course through the galaxy of nerves and become sublime.

they would be transmitted across time and space.
they would circle around the universe.
How can these weightless things make any difference?
is it destiny or is it spontaneous thoughts that make good deeds and sins?

Is the course of our life already written in our stars?
Or do our thoughts determine our progress?
Does dream or does destiny rule our happiness?
or do they merge together like the yin and yang, one not more or not less.

Must we pray to the gods for good thoughts and hence good actions?
Or must we generate the thoughts from our daily life and possessions?
Aren't prayers thoughts too? or are they a science?
do we act in random according to our body do we just say our lines?

There is one thing which I'm certain of -
we are clueless of what we are about to do in the future
maybe we can plan but we can never be sure..

The paradoxical and never ending mystery of our life and things,
with the emotions, influences, changes and freedom that it brings.
Is indeed a thing worth celebrating about
The greatest bane on earth is self-doubt.

We must always believe in ourselves and in our thoughts,
more than fairies, horoscopes or miracles.
But not so much that you are completely sure of your progression,
for the universe can create chaos and confusion.

To surmise, self-belief is the most important thought of the lot.
It defines what can be done and what cannot.

Irony and Tyranny rule the world today(2013)

New inventions every other day
are making the once new gizmos fade away..
The storage space in the hard drives have increased at an amazing rate,
The capability of storage of quiet memories in the mind is now in an alarming state.
Everyday for some fickle happiness in things and places we wait,
Every year true happiness which we find within ourselves is either never there or very late.

People are earning more than before
People are spending and wanting more and more.
The world is now just a village
all men and women are now puppets to their monthly wage.
The puppet master is seldom resting its ever growing arms
his interference in the village is slowly causing panic, hate, recession and alarms.

The World used to be so fresh everyday
now the man made cooler has imprisoned it and taken the freshness away.
The constant wishing for material comfort has driven man to war
Tyrants with the pen have waged war with the tyrants of the land
causing brief elation and then slipping away from the puppet masters hand.
The chaos of the currency grows and grows.
On the lives of innocent children it shows and shows.

Some countries are destroyed due to war and invasion.
Some countries due to financing and recession.
Some countries due to natural disasters and nuclear fusion.
Some countries due to poverty and corruption.
Some countries due to political stigma and isolation.

Where is peace how can this all end?
maybe the solar flares or the meteorites will a permanent hand lend..
to the anger which the soul of the universe shows,
To man on earth whose shadow of misery grows.
 Or maybe man will realize they all the same,
and color, caste, creed and race will all become insignificant and lame.

If wishes are roses, every man will garlands wear,
if he knew what he really wants they might be so aligned that theyd form a stair..
a path to heaven which is imagined by seers and all in the heart of their hearts,
a place so beautiful that life begins as a perfect dream starts.

all everyone really wants is true and self sustaining happiness..
where nothing is never less.
lets hope that happiness of all men align and everyone dreams the same dream,
of peace, beauty, perfection harmony, equality, prosperity of life and love,
if only there was enough love, half the worlds problems would disappear right here and right now. 

  

The Desert and the sea

She was slight and shy
a little more than five fee high
living in a village at the foot of the capital
where life was slow and the scene was quiet and still
 customs of the land kept her within four walls
she had never seen rivers, seas, forests or waterfalls
 but in the night she dream't of exotic lands faraway
but during the day she lived her life without any say

One day there was a bustle in the street
merchants from the sea rested in the village to sleep and eat
their clothing had whiffs of adventure and mystery
on the camels they had sacks bearing antiques of great value and history
from the capitol they were returning to he sea which had ships and treasures and whales
the and stirring up a storm in the desert town with their rich tales

Fatima stepped away from the din
she thought of her  mother, absent soldier father and her other kith and kin
and then her heart beat fast as she thought of the lands far away
and she made a choice and hid in caravans roof, and there she lay
she watched the sky as the stars peeped out at night
she looked at the capitol lights shining - distant and bright

must she listen to her heart and become a runaway
or must she be her normal self and be what she is everyday
is destiny written by actions or by the divine
can life be diverted from the obvious route by the force of mind
She though of everything she wanted to be
and the next day, when her mother opened her room there she was sleeping silently

She weighed her past and her future and her present
she counted her blessing and said thanks for things she previously did'nt
she understood that life changes on its own
that one must try one best to reach to one dreams but not at the cost of the respect of ones own
she vowed that she would try to go to the sea with good wishes and dignity

Dreams and destiny are intertwined
together they shine on and lead the otherwise blind
through the everyday of life
our story depends on how much we see
and how much we are the person we want to be
thoughts of future will lead to nothing except anxiety
thoughts of self lead to a better you and me
and then by extension a better tomorrow would be a reality

Fatima lives in all of us struggling everyday
wondering whether and how to break free
the goal of one life should be to make ones dream ones destiny..  

God on Earth

Our world is made of water, ice, stone and dirt
home of thousands of species is the earth.
We sleep on the land, grow crops, hunt for meat and eat fruits from the trees,
we make houses out of sand and get fish from the seas.

Our world is powered by the sun and the moon,
we work from dawn to dusk and go about from noon to noon.
We are unaware of the history of our race,
we are still discovering the origin of life with time and from space
 Every person at some point of time in life wonders about how it all began,
how is it going to end and if there is a divine plan,
from the rumble of the distant thunder to buzzing of the bee
to the most furthest star the eye can see.

The mind wonders how things are and how they came to be..
we puzzle over the unknown and then mind slowly drifts away,
to a problem it can actually solve from happenings of the day.
Would the knowledge of everything change anything
did god really walk the earth as the sages sing
when did the universe get created and why
what happens to the soul when people die
what is the reason for our existence
why do certain things still make no sense
science and history are taking slow but steady laps
into the ocean of knowledge and are trying to fill the gaps
of our understanding of the real how, when and why
but one thing no one can deny
is that our mind is like a raging storm
it might find a clue from either outside or within the horizon 
and it might suddenly remember a story
of a forgotten God,of a concept or of a tale of miracle and glory

and suddenly the real moment of truth might come
which might make our mind and nerves go numb
and we might begin to collectively understand
the secrets hidden by the oceans and the land
but until then to science God will be an unlikely anomaly
and the ignorant human can go about his and her life footloose and fancy free..

A Dream

To smile at all and see all smiling back
To know that you will have a good life
To know that beauty and happiness and bliss lies around the corner
To feel like the richest person in the world
To lead a life of goodness and honor
To be told that you are beautiful and lucky and good
To behold the world as a home of your own
To see beauty in even the dullest stone
To feel blessed that you are who you are everyday
To hear poetry and song in everything people say
To share happiness and love
To live for this and to have dreamt of now..

At the worlds end

A poor man am I
The end of my time is nigh
I recollect my early days as a wee lad
scrounging for food by the pier, alone and sad
the sailors came to dock with their ships
full of tales and rum and sprit, going on about their trips
and soon I began of dream of treasure and adventure
I decided what I wanted to be then - a wee sailor
so as a stowaway I crept into the Santa Maria
a big ship, the most beautiful in the area
I hid behind the barrels of food and then smiled
I waved goodbye to the cheering crowd and looked at the ocean blue and wide
I was alone but not unloved
I had my friends the wave of the ocean the sun and the cloud
the lull of the ocean caused me to fall asleep
that was when I was discovered and thrown in front of the captain in a heap
under his stern eye, I begged and cried
I promised to work hard, and wanted to be a sailor going beyond the high tide

The Captain did not make much of a fuss
the noble and brave captain Christopher Columbus
said he would not punish me nor would he pay
he would put me to work and then find a way
so I scrubbed the galley and the floor and manned the ropes
I helped the cook, tidied the brig and polished the oaks
The crew was pleased and they shared their rum by the night
when the moon shined on the waters and the stars were bright
I was a sailor my heart ablaze with glory, our flag was fluttering in the breeze
we were sailing to a foreign land across the high seas
in hope that we will reach quickly to India and see
its richness its spices, its gold and its splendid beauty

But the storm came one night with a sudden speed
the ship rocked treacherously with the high waves and the fierce breeze
I strained at the mast of the ship to steady the failing rope
and praying for survival and hoping against hope
the captain as strong as the storm urged us on
we struggled against the angry gods until the break of dawn
the clouds drifted apart and sunlight broke free
the moments of death had passed by me
we broke into a hoarse victory song
and the ship sailed on and on
One fine day on the mast was I, keeping watch
with dreams of riches and drinking from a bottle of scotch
when I suddenly saw a bird fly over the ship
a colorful and unknown bird making a quick trip
it soon flew away, I glanced in the direction and my heart skipped a beat
I savored the sight for a moment and then my date with history I did meet
'land ahoy!!' I shouted and shouted and screamt
Ahead of us was the vision we had dreamt

The moment is revisited over the years and across centuries
by every lad and lady studying american history
some moments are etched in time and memories forever
some adventures and journeys are far more precious than treasures
Mankind had made a discovery that day
in the form of a poor sailor from far far away

Dancing the Sun Dance

A paradigm unchanging, unblemished and fair
with a bearing so pale and rare,
cynosure of all eyes,
rapture that nobody denies.
A society trapped in the idea of beauty,
the mindset instilled for generations with a sense of degenerate duty.
A land seduced by the glimmer of gold
and pale skin bringing whiffs of worldly satisfaction untold,
A land where the sun sends its fiery blessing everyday,
A land where from the sun society people shy away.
Erase your program come out and dance,
forget you culture and with life take a chance.
The sun is as real as the ground we stand
forget you trepidation and dance to a merry band.
We are who we are not the melanin or the gold,
You govern your life not the traditions untold.
the sun dance is forgotten and buried away,
the sun dance must be remembered by you and me today.
courage is what you embody when you dream to be,
and dull and sad is what the society thinks you deserve to be.
be a free mind and don't think about everything you hear and say,
then you might just feel the sun dance and your sprint jingle and sway.