As he grew he looked and desired, others had more and he was tired. Possession became his love and soul, all those heaps could never fill the hole. Glimpse the depts to find the cure. We are here to Endure.
What did they do to deserve what they get? His heart ached, he could never forget. He wanted it more, he deserved much better. He made his mind a filthy place to litter. Pat your shoulder and reassure. We are here to Endure.
Shunned by the universe, he rose in a heroic verse. Thought everyone else was bleak, to himself did he lie and cheat. Admit that you're insecure. We are here to Endure.
He was hurt and he was blamed he was never reclaimed. At every turn he became aggressive. Offended world would misconceive. Repent, forgive and feel secure. We are here to Endure.
Pressure drove him to frustration; His yearning became his passion. Disordered desire bind him in slavery. Suffered he, in shame, sadness and misery. Redirection is a manure. We are here to Endure.
Low self esteem put him through hell, disquiet apatite became his shell. Departed away from the Divine. Impoverishment and disgrace is a sign. Abstinence will seize epicure. We are here to Endure.
Failure left him without traction; murmuring the songs of wishful imagination. Dreams he sought are his anchor, glued to the couch, he just hanker. Without diligence you're immature. We are here to Endure.
Take hold my heart upon the moon as you dangle down a hot air balloon holding on a silver string carried along a nightly swing over the world beneath who’s dreams are of hero’s and of better things who’s hopes are high in the sky and in you who come floating by to carry them who need a lift take hold my heart as you drift among midnight cries you rise and save take hold my heart and be brave and find the courage to keep holding on between moon and man and holding strong
As the dark covers the night there are hero’s that will rise up, if they dare. Look out for each other.
It'll be salvation now to breathe you in somehow, oh in this dire massacre graves appear, as far as the eye goes. Pawn off my soul, this is my corpse's affair. It'll be salvation now to breath in your air.
Happiness is the ultimate goal UN recognised after all Since 2012 it keeps publishing World happiness reports India ranks poor 139th of 149 How is it so, it hurts We are the best culture Like bacteria We multiplied and multiplied Population explosion Limited resources Poverty, unemployment Curse for this nation But Pakistan is in a better position With 105th rank in happiness Despite conditions no better What's the matter? Maybe we have a strong Spiritual foundation Less content to belong to this world For we are taught This world is an illusion Of birth and death With no permanent happiness Work for permanent bliss In the afterworld or In salvation After all Cantril ladder Self assessment of respondents In the happiness survey Depends on their values And how they value this world Longing for permanent bliss And to be one with God Often makes we Indians sad That we are in this world! But times are changing So the thinking Shine in this world! Shine in the afterworld!
I have tried to express me. If you understand me, you may agree with me. If don't, you're bound to disagree. Some may find me incoherent and inconsistent. You are wise enough and know what for a waste paper basket is meant! I know, I can't put my thoughts in others' brains unless some special spiritual connection. You may read my poem 'JUMBLE'.