I look up at the starry sky,
Every night before I sleep,
Obsessed with a dream to fly,
And see the world far and deep.
Then my soul draws me back,
Showing me the beauty of the world,
And then I see the thing I lack,
Is the potent to admire my land that is pearled.
People are there to make me lure,
For things which are out of my reach,
But if I tumble and cry for cure,
I bet,no one will hear my beseech.
I have learnt the fact of life ,
To be firm yourself,
Let trials come with might and strife,
But I will be myself.
I tell my people all around,
Leave me on my ground,
For whatever follows I'll never bother thee,
So kindly, let me be 'me'.

With the burden of a million curses,

she scuffs in an unflagging way,

fondling zillions as it passes,

the aroma of hope it does spray.

What if time complies with us?

What if she ceases to budge ?

What if she gives in to our pleadings?

What if she doesn’t move even if we nudge?

With time sufferings would linger,

tears ceaselessly would wet your face,

that ” time almost heals everything”

would not descend to embrace.

Your wounds wouldn’t metamorphose to scars,

contusions would continue to reek,

pain would mangle you in its grip,

recovery, from none you can seek.

Despair would clad you eternally,

you will find no light at the tunnel’s end,

darkness would compel you to succumb,

no ray of hope would glisten to amend.

The woes of ailing men wouldn’t stop,

they would dangle on their death beds,

time wouldn’t pass rewarding salvation,

making you realise how tarrying time dreads.

Sorrow would prevail for good,

worries would always conjure up,

a wait would end no more,

an ocean would never come of a drop.

Joy wouldn’t replace despondency,

neither well being, malaise,

spring wouldn’t follow winter,

neither clarity , haze.

The crux of life is transience,

perpetuity we can’t endure,

let time slither as she does,

for each agony she’ll leave a cure.

I dream of a world where ethics would rule,
Not money or power.
I dream of a world where neatness would rule,
Not the size of tower.
I dream of a world where love would rule,
Not might or vigour.
I dream of a world where fitness would rule,
Not beauty or figure.
I dream of a world where happiness would rule,
Not hatred or anger.
I dream of a world where prosperity would rule,
Not poverty or hunger.
I dream of a world where kindness would rule,
Not a trait that is sadistic.
I dream of a world where man would be sober,
And not so materialistic

Hundred years from now I know,
Everything would have faded into oblivion,
But am sure the starry sky would show,
Two stars,you and me right along the meridian.
So different you are from us and god is all aware,
With a jovial heart and a mind free from fuss,
He has sent you for me to share.
You are not a challenge my dear,
But a blessing I should say,
With you as my pal so winsome so near,
Your amity till eternity I should pray.
Though your limbs Hale you back,
And impede you from treading far,
In life's literal track,
You mentor many to trudge and get at par.
All these days you have taught me right,
To stride firm on my path,
Both of us have seen life bright,
Condemning connivance and wrath.
In days to come I 'll be your shank,
Aiding you to tour the globe with hope,
Though I don't have words to thank,
Yet beseech your company even for my corpse.