My life poem in my shell I daily read in nutshell Shedding light in my dreams I scream love you love you In a jiffy I am thrown out of the bed The fall is quite cliffy I lie flat on the floor in a jiffy Stiffened back stiffener needed Body does suffer aging There comes a time When it's not even worth a dime Soul remains unaffected Soul is amaging It carries life poem of my every birth Then writes new poem For new birth in a new form All my previous births' deeds taken into account
I wish I was a billionaire so I could travel everywhere in my own private aeroplane go see the world and not be vain in a much more conducive time and write about it all in rhyme. Helping all those needy people regardless of their own steeple who'd come across my path to be and give to them a hand from me for all their immediate needs as an example of good deeds. ____
Ordinary mortal Ordinary show Don't miss me Let me go My dear friends My dear foes Don't miss me Let me go Ordinary mortal Ordinary show Don't waste Your precious tears As I go Ordinary mortal Ordinary show Don't miss me Let me go Look around So many gems Take care of them This dry stem Belongs to urn Don't miss me Let me go
I asked the Universe What's my size? I was humbled When it described Less than a billionth of a trillionth of its size I asked an electron What's my size? I was exalted When it described More than a million billions times its size My exaltation soon died When it said Don't take so much pride I may B -ive But I do many +ive things Your lives I have revolutionized My movements in your brain and body keep you alive My mobility makes most technologies survive TVs, mobiles you enjoy Leave aside your obsession of your size Concentrate on your deeds to rise B -ive for +ive deeds If time requires
On what forsaken endless shore, Is grief a friend where Devil’s crawl? Does all we have seen have no worth at all? What end of time disaster is fate asking for? Did you not know the signs all align And all is lost to banshee’s cries?
When all hope is gone, you hold tight the cross, You wore around your neck, which now you hold aloft. Trying to ward off any evil spirits. Do you think Jesus would really want to see it?
All your enchantments are meaningless. Your self-defence lacks being blessed. A whispered prayer, no faithful dead. When Death approaches you begin the test. The end is here, there is no sanctuary. Deeds written on parchment, treated as sanctity.
Agony shall surely rip a mind apart. No safe-way found in a billion stars. No guiding light coming from near or far, Can save a soul so below par. Your purity was bargained for; Tempted away in days of being poor. Faithless messages lost to your, Choices made in days of yore.
When all was taken and ambition was gone, You signed your name, your kingdom come. Your kingdom gone, life ebbs and flows. Did you choose to stay the course, or did you take the gold? Take a hold of your consequences. Life is not about happy endings.