It was good to meet me...

All along I walked, this lonely boulevard;

Shadowed by my past...

Some, came close to hold my hand; some left me

With a broken heart...

Some, were nice enough to greet me and some,

Were difficult to bid adieu...

Holding pieces of me I walked, fell & stood up again;

To stride on, I learnt; I knew...

Sometimes, it was the lonely mountains and

Dessert sand; so full of strife...

Others, were calm villages, fairs I crossed

Sparkling, colourful; brimming with life...

And suddenly my feet stopped to look at

What I saw; ‘twas new...

Like self in the mirror, a hand reached out;

‘Nice to meet you’...

As I reached to touch the inside of me,

In shock and awe, how could it be!!

I forgot to move, the walk I walked;

The air I breathe, the words I talked.

But it was happening as the hands met,

A reflection of me, my life’s set.

A walker of life, preacher of good,

A smiling face before me, stood...

Wondering, what made me stop was the smile;

The talk or the face?

The reminiscing child, a like story or

That moment’s grace...

Suchlike it was, in the end may be

Didn’t matter;

Effortless was the summary, and

No sound of shatter...

On this road I was meeting myself,

After all this time;

Amazed was I as a life shared,

Rendering of mine...

I walk again, but

I laugh and realize,

Not always is divine cold and sundry...

I now see into Thee,

It was good to meet me...

We are the world

The world is getting smaller,
But I believe people falling apart.
Love’s on everyone’s lips,
But no one goes till the heart.
The oceans got deeper and
the mountains taller,
Can something be done
To bring people closer?
Universe being explored 
And new worlds being found,
But we forgot our own earth which we surround.
Even the sky writhes in pain,
For I can feel it crying as it rains.
The children are alone like desert sand,
The love supposed to be theirs has left our hands.
Running around for your whole life,
Like walking the edge of a bare knife.
Can we do something to
Make this world better?
We have to do it before it’s too late,
Otherwise, abyss is the only fate.
Stay there and wait forever 
As the time is gone,
Nothing remains on our hands,
lost, forgotten, old bygone...

Tree & Angel

1) Wishing was easy and so was the grant,

As much as to sow a plant,

Time comes to take the pain

Seldom was care, a life in strain

Still it grows into a tree,

Wild, careless, green and free.

People wonder for its strength,

They admire, curse and watch at length.

2) Little they know, as night filled the sky

An angel stopped when flying by

Saw of the plant in its appalling state,

Gave it love and pain was abate.

Night upon night the two met,

A perfect company one could get.

3) But a day came when the angel fell,

From the sky, like towards the hell.

Wings clipped and no power to hold

This was the end as was told.

A cushion then suddenly appeared!

Held the fall, when vision cleared

‘Twas the tree who was the shelter,

She knew now, nothing else could matter.

-------13^th June, 2011.

February

Cerise on hope & ship of ideas,

Thrust of will & winds of action;

With you, February,

This starts with Craft and passion.

Vigour in soul, castle on life’s beach

 And smile on the past;

Concord, contempt & charging forward;

With you, I cast.

Lost dreams regained, new sown;

Mind’s plough, field of life.

February rain, showers of love,

Wealth, wisdom; end of strife.

Lit with devotion, purity and veracity,

To the end conserved;

Boulevard of salvation,

In the saddle, strength, steady; traversed.

---- 2012-01-18

January

Oh look! With a new beginning

 It’s you again;

Like the sun, after storm and rain.

Rush of the rays to greet the earth

 As the clouds part;

Beloved January,

You beckon upon me with a fresh start.

With you; my vacant soul finds strength,

Colour and a spark.

Blossoming breathing life and ideas;

Shedding bygone, that old bark.

Promise of comfort & life, Lost

 And withered it was.

In concert shall it come again,

 It won’t pause.

 Lay before me a new path,

 Regained strength, and my stride;

January, year after year, you

Showed me way like a guide.

A pace to wonder, Tranquil senses,

Graceful breathing;

Leaving behind the undergrowth of past,

Walk with you, quite and tender,

Wounded Life, healing....

5th Jan, 2012