With groggy eyes
I glanced outside my window.
It was early morning
and the street was deserted below.
Sleep had somehow evaded me
the night before.
The desire to mould my future
forces my mind to work overtime.
I have forgotten how to relax
and switch off at night.
Unknown fears drown my mind
all the time.
Below, I saw a vagabond,
unaware of where he was lying.
He slept more peacefully than me.
His needs were probably less than mine.
He was like a rolling stone
who gathered no stress.
Whereas my expectations offered resistance.
Preventing me from going with the flow, in acceptance.
Though our needs are few,
our expectations can become too many.
As I looked away, I wondered whether
I should pity him or me.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
I knew my destination
and it incited me to drive.
I took upon myself
to steer onto the route,
on which my life would thrive.
I began dodging obstacles confidently
to move ahead in a hurry.
The path turned rough and craggy
and driving on it soon became tough.
It narrowed without a warning
eventually leading to a cul de sac.
My patience fell prey to the delay
and my confidence started to wane away.
I began to frustrate and tire,
on seeing my plans go haywire.
Worrying over the future,
I accumulated only stress and fear.
I prayed to the Almighty
and then moved to the rear.
I let Him become my chauffeur
and pull me out of this mire.
I have since entrusted Him,
to lead me onto my destination
by whichever way, He desires.
I now sit and enjoy the ride,
as a back seat passenger.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
O’ Wanderer Wind,
Tell me, where have you been.
Like a nomad you love travelling
and are blessed to always be blowing.
You tease the Sun for following a routine
while you rise and swirl at your will.
You ogle at the majestic mountains while squeezing through the valley and whistle your presence as you rush past in a hurry.
You playfully engage with the blooming flowers and borrow their fragrance cleverly, to charm others on your onward journey.
You even caress the green grass as you sail past, flooring it with your flirtatious touch.
Blowing over the Sea you leave behind ripples many, suggesting your romantic alliance with the blue sea.
You kiss the falling raindrops, swaying them off their feet while turning them into mist magically.
I wish I could be as carefree as you,
blowing where ever I wish to be.
O philanderer Wind,
Tell me, where have you been ?
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
A maverick personality with
a bohemian style of dressing.
A flowing beard and a hat worn obliquely.
He was a painter par excellence,
exhibiting his piece de resistance.
His painting was to any eye a treat
but a part of it was left incomplete.
Left inadvertently or maybe intentionally.
My curiosity got the better of me
and prompted me to inquire brusquely.
The artist answered rather politely,
“I leave it incomplete to stay away from conceit.
To avoid being coloured with it vainly.
And prevent my ego from craving more than what my skill can achieve.
The incomplete painting now made sense to me as I continued to marvel at his masterpiece.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
A thought that comes so sudden
Like a stranger unpleasant
Who knocks at your door
and barges in before you say, No
Why was it let in without resistance.
Why were you stupefied by its appearance
What made you so afraid that you watched helplessly while it settled in.
Maybe the intruder was not a stranger but someone you had seen earlier.
Someone you were afraid to encounter
and wished would never come so near.
Helped by your fear, this intruder dictates your behaviour and enslaves you further to become your master.
This intruder is Suspicion and none other.
An undesirable thought when allowed to register will feed on your fear and soon become a doubt that is difficult to clear.
Save yourself from being ruined by this intruder, whom Suspicion we call here.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
You are the sheen, I see in the eyes.
You are the echo, I hear in a voice.
You are the spring, I notice in a gait
and the firmness, I feel in a handshake.
But tell me O’ Confidence
Where do you originate.
How can I let you accumulate.
You are a treasure to possess
but remain so difficult to access.
Your presence truly brightens my day,
as everything happens the right way.
Hard work doesn’t always fetch you.
Nor does Belief or Conviction retain you.
O’ light footed Confidence
Tell me, how can I hold on to you ?
You are capricious and ready to flee
Your sojourn is short and untimely.
What shall I do to acquire you indefinitely
and how can I insure,
you stay with me permanently.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
Lying in a ICU and in coma was
a loving wife and a doting mother.
Only one to attend to her now was her husband, a retired Air Force officer.
An ideal couple, they had spent their life’s savings to procure their two sons a good future.
Their sons had graduated with elan, making them proud
but had chosen to marry and settle abroad.
The visiting sons couldn’t spend time with her as they had to fly back for sure.
Even during their visits they were obliged to arrange for their family trips of leisure.
Unfortunately her aged husband was struck by cancer and passed away earlier.
The sons performed his cremation but expressed their helplessness in looking after her.
They flew back abroad leaving her in coma as she was now nothing more than a sleeping God.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
It wasn’t odd or peculiar
but similar to any other lying around.
Yet it was placed in the center
and readily worshipped with vigour.
A stone painted in colours bright
had inexplicably become God overnight.
What was in it that wasn’t anywhere at all.
How was it different from the stones that were laid as steps or
went to build the compound wall.
Can a stone ever be seen as God ?
If yes, then why don’t we see Him,
elsewhere and everywhere around !
When our faith can sight Him even
in a stone then what prevents us from
seeing Him in the heart of every man.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
Honesty is a reflection of your morality.
A measure of your conscience’s purity
It can not be inherited or be taught
nor can it be wrenched or robbed.
It comes to you naturally
and goes on to define your personality.
Yet it is a heavy burden to carry.
Like an albatross it rides piggy
and begets you with troubles many.
The greedy don’t find it worth a penny.
The opportunist consider it unnecessary.
The manipulative perceive it as an enemy.
It can show you as foolish and stubborn very
or can fetch you plaudits plenty.
It is not a preference or a choice
but it is your sub conscience‘s voice.
You either listen to it or muzzle it conveniently.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
When your efforts seem to tarry
in fetching fruits you wanted in a hurry
and your contemporary gets them early,
the bitterness you feel inside is jealousy.
An indignation you suffer silently
when your confidence gets bruised badly.
Frustration that you endure helplessly
when your belief of superiority
is shattered unexpectedly.
It is your Ego actually that appears masked as jealousy
and prevents you from accepting the reality.
Ego makes you blame your own Destiny
and belittle what others have achieved already.
Learning to appreciate others with generosity
and acknowledging their virtues with modesty
will expunge this negativity, we call jealousy.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC