Thursday, September 30, 2010

life still happens.....

like an alchemist
in the search of the precious
washes the sands
to obtain aurous

like a juggler
who juggles the knives
with sharp edges
on both sides

like a child
who got lost
alone in wilderness
and lost in thought

like a lover
who got betrayed
laughs at the world
with inside frayed

life is what happens to us
when we are making other plans

Prompt: "
life is what happens to us
when we are making other plans"

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

mould of my soul...

so how do you know what you think is right?
what you perceive about all things in sight
how do you find you're being kind?
raising concerns for creating divide
division and gap between soul and mind
and chase perfection with faith that's blind

the life we choose, to have everything we need
From happiness of the world,in it lust and some greed,
To get everything we desire,
The word "deserve" we don't require!!!

conscience calls made to align the likes
soul is backbeaten ,the sincerity disliked
the soliloquy is always about gain
truth is buried and honesty disdain

we get into cocoon of false impressions
the world is ruled by all imaginations
the house or abode of our desires
is hollow building with wrong foundations

to get things right, to be heard
choose the thorn ridden passage "unturned"
its raining fire from the skies of gloom
has melted stones and landscape burned

i chose a mould for me to hide
the different humane, from what i am inside
i try to follow those who succeed
without giving a thought to, "what i need?"

but sure i can change from what i am now
for some one to hold and let me know how???
to face the world with all that might
don't fear the dead and lost, don't bow!!!

it doesn't matter if i remain unheard
i can still pave the way, unperturbed
not to follow but lead the pack
of all dead souls ,see the truth affirmed

i closed all the doors of my escape
to burn down my sheath , undone the drape
once again to mould my soul
this time to meet, my imperfect shape

i melted and moulded in so many shapes,
the search for solace and so lovely gapes,
the rekindling enigma and restoring soul,
the mould of my soul is the mould i sold..