Ajey Pai K

Ajey Pai K May 2018

By the sweat of thy brow fate is written;
As in the greatest failures success sprouts.
Unyielding, undying and naught but brave;
Glories are earned in rolls of little bouts.

Where does the conviction of the meek lie?
Where do the shameless losers go to die?
'ts a human folly to give up short in effort,
By providence, many lessons go unlearnt.

So what if thee fail several times?
What if life sanctions against thine?
Thee might fall seven times,
But thee must stand up the eighth.

Try try till you succeed, they say.

Ajey Pai K May 2018

To a feeling

There is beauty in the failure of words-
Like the withering leaves on an autumnal eve.
For what the best words fail to deliver-
Are the most precious things that we feel.

Ajey Pai K May 2018

What meets the eye

Whence doth the spark come,
That brings a raging fire to life?
Tiny and harmless, it seems-
A whimsical tale of beauty.
Whence doth the seed sprout,
That brings a mighty tree to life?
Ugly, ***** and filthy, it lives-
Among the maggots in the soil.
Whence doth the person come,
That paints the world with change?
Naught is our judgment, there is-
More to a man than meets the eye.

Ajey Pai K May 2018

Saint and Sinner

I dreamt of thy love in its faintest chances,
Showering from the ninth cloud of reverie.
When I stood the test for my affections,
't was a fool's confession of true love:
For I remained ever a lovelorn dame.
Didn't my eyes sparkle right?
Or the curves on my hip, not enough?
Did my words fall short of my love for thee?
Or my bearings in public a little rough?
Democratic are thine associations in flesh,
Deriving pleasure out of mindless affairs.
Whilst I am ascribed the proverbial taint,
I remain the sinner and thee ever a saint.

Our loves fail. But as Alfred Lord Tennyson says it: tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

#lovelorn