Lighthouse on a Mountain

There’s a lighthouse on a mountain,
far from any shore
It shines its light, for those who need it more
Blinking and shining, showing them the way
Lighting up their path, to find another day

The mountain is tall, it can be seen for miles
Standing strong and silent, after so many trials
Holding past the test of time, a rock among the years
Showing the way for the weak to face all their fears

The lighthouse stands for all to see
It will guide you to all you dream to be
Follow its light, it shows what’s true
See it shine, it shines for you

Never stop caring about the little things in life.
Never stop dreaming, and don't give into strife.
Never stop wondering are we on our own.
Never stop thinking has your spirituality grown.

Never stop building bridges that lead to better tomorrows.
Never stop trying, and don't give into sorrow.
Never stop feeling amazed at the beauty that surrounds you.
Never stop hearing the music, and don't give into the blues.

Never stop pushing away negative thoughts that make you feel sad.
Never stop looking at all the miracles we have had.
Never stop loving the ones you hold dear.
Never stop giving, and don't give into the fear.

Never stop smiling, but look forward to each new day.
Never stop shining in your own special way.
Never forget that all storms will clear.
Remember brighter tomorrows are always near.

Want to roam around naked
But have to wear branded clothes to impress
To look nice
That is the conflict

Want to see  beautiful women
But have to behave ,look nice

Want to be an carefree animal
But have to be well behaved man
That is the conflict

I am somebody else
But have to be something else
That is the Conflict

Sometimes,we think good
But what happens to us is bad
But don’t lose heart
And get the ball rolling
Because who knows!!
Towards you, its falling

Sometimes , the days are glooming
Another time, you find them moving
But don’t think about these things .
They will automatically fly with wings.

Sometimes, you may be playing on earth’s head.
Another time, you may be lying ill on your bed
But will you stop playing for the fear of laying!
Definitely not!
If not, then keep trying!!

Sometimes you are in exasperation
another  time,you can be in innovation.

This is life and all these things are colour of it
Those who understand this are called wit.
Those who don’t needs to think that
Thinking is not the solution
Infact, its only a coward way of superimposition

Believe if you can
To think is to lose sometimes
And to do is the best many times.

                                                               -Sandeep Kaushal

I chiseled away at my marble,
chipping off the faults they proclaimed,
carving the weird, the unworthy,
leaving veins of 'truth'
Fingerprints linger in the dust on the floor,
where the best remnants lay forgotten,
the shoes that were too goody,
the hips that were too round,
the laugh that was too loud,
the silly khaki-less fantasies tie-dyed
and woven with moonbeams.
I stood in galleries,
tying my approval to wanted 'yays'
but no one recognized the girl
who was still holding the hammer.
I sat beside her,
my hand upon the chasm,
where a heart should've burgeoned,
and felt only stone,
pining for her name within the dolomite.
The crows brought me a mirror,
reflecting the squareness I had tried to shape
from my hexagonal being,
edges missing, sanded down
to match the softness of the world.
'rebuild' they cawed
recementing, unhallowing,
letting the fractures bloom moss,
and the rough edges catch the light,
we are not meant to echo.
Let the gallery grow wild,
breaking through the sedimentary,
sparkling eternal agate
from the stardust of which we are made.

You, I think about, every single day
Not only does it make me happy
It provides me hope
Whenever I mope
You are not simply an inspiration
In me, do you ensure perspiration
In order to reach my goals
If I achieve success
I will dedicate it to you, for your writing
Because, you keep me believing
Hence, never do I give up
In fact, the only way for me is up
Drives me, does your radical thought
Which is straight from the heart
About society, you give not a ****
Something that manages to make me beam
Even when I am drowning in a pool of insecurities
You pull me, bit by bit
Towards achieving inner peace
One does not have to be perfect
Thanks chiefly to you, did I realise that
Your fiery passion helps me stay afloat
Even when the ship of my mind is sinking
Due to too much overthinking
You enable me to get rid of the clutter
Thus, does my focus keep getting better and better
A true braveheart, you are
In spite of being a mother
Amongst the loudest, is your voice
Against all sorts of injustice
What better motivation, do I need?
Thank you, Dear Comrade
Jai Bhim! Vaazhga Periyar!!

Before we say a single word,
He already knows what we're gona ask.
Since the day we're born,
we're as clear as glass.
He sees us behind our masks.

Wars fought, bloodshed in the name of God!
Fire and rage, and love forgot!
A button gets pushed, a coin gets tossed!
Satan tries to undo what was won on the cross.

All we feel and all we think.
He can see through it all in a single blink.
Seems like pain is all we know how to sew.
But Salvation's not tied to a puppet show.

Wake up, the sun is shining bright,
Chase your dreams with all your might.
New day means a brand new start,
Fill it with hope, strength, and heart.

Leave your worries, rise and try,
Spread your wings and touch the sky.
Failures teach and tears will dry,
Winners are those who never say die.

Like the salmon fighting upstream tide,
Each stroke a push, no urge to hide.
Though currents rage and hopes seem slim,
It swims with faith and silent hymn.

Every step, no matter how small,
Leads you closer, stand up tall.
Believe in you, break every wall—
Morning is the best gift of all.

Life is a road of roses and stones,
With silent sighs and cheerful tones.
Some days bless you, some may bruise,
But every path is yours to choose.

See the cactus in the desert land,
Survives with spikes, yet blooms so grand.
Though sun beats down and rain is rare,
It thrives with grace, beyond despair.

The thorns will hurt, the flowers fade,
Yet every scar and smile is made
To shape your soul, to make you wise—
A storm must come before clear skies.

When roads divide and doubts arise,
Look within, not just the skies.
Choose the path that's true, not fast,
The right way shines, and it will last.

Like monarchs flying far and wide,
They follow stars, no maps to guide.
Though fragile wings bear winds unknown,
They reach their goal, though not alone.

Breathe in peace, let worries cease,
In silence deep, the soul finds ease.
The morning breeze, so pure, so kind,
Whispers truth to heart and mind.

Be like the banyan, still and wise,
That cradles life beneath the skies.
Its roots hold strong, its shade gives rest—
A temple born from nature's chest.

Trust the light the heavens send,
Each prayer and hope, the soul shall mend.
With faith and love, walk every day—
Let kindness be your guiding ray.

Life is light when the heart wants less,
Not gold or thrones, just quietness.
A smile, a friend, a sky to see—
Such humble dreams can set you free.

Just like the sunflower’s gentle spin,
It seeks no prize, just warmth within.
It follows light with grace so true,
And shares its seeds for life anew.

When wishes bloom with selfless grace,
Even storms will slow their pace.
Goodness sown in thought and deed
Makes every soul a saint, indeed.

Susanta Pattnayak