Lairs twist life so it's tasty to the lazy
Powerful to the weak and crazy

Brilliant and seductive to the
ignorant youth
But even in pain, there is beauty in the truth

Even a tiny bit of deceit is dishonorable
For only cowards lie selfishly without preamble

As lies only strengthen a liar's defects
A liar's character, mind, & spirit gains no positive affects

The abuser of the truth paints with disappearing colors
Valuing the canvass at worthless dollars

For once the veil of the facade is lifted
Honesty, integrity and trust can never be re-gifted.

Unhappy are the takers
Or why else be fakers?

But to devastate the essence of the believer
Measures the cruelty of the deceiver

Inner peace with self deception
Is the doing of one's own soul's destruction

However if truth be told
When lies gradually unfold,

Is it better to be the believer
Or the deceiver?

The soul                

Unscathed is the body ,
Drifted has the soul,
Aloof to some distant plane ,
Peace it seeks,
Jeopardises... it dreads,
Shall the quest ever be complete.

Deep is the hurt ,it fails to heal.
Seeks nourishment from within ,
It has to heal ..
To look outwardly beautiful...
Because it was always beautiful !!

Monsoon Rhapsody



I am rain on a summer day
Drenching drowsy, lifeless buds
Stirring them to a dancing wakefulness
Washing leaves dull and dry with dust
Dousing fire in a desert ringed inferno

I am the drizzle on a pale moon night
Easing into the heart with music
The melange of water humming with the wind
The splash of puddles in fields of barley
Gently filling thirsty river beds craving for a flow

I am showers before monsoons
Impregnating the air with soothing droplets
The hint of life in an oasis of colours
Breathing moist on a farmer's bronzed skin
Tingling the world with shimmering emerald

I am sawan, the monsoons
Winding my way through a chorus of clouds
Thundering my presence into the sea of renewal
Cascading on sandy shores that glisten with light
Whisking away waves of gold with jubilant darkness

I drape the land in arrays of greens
Scent the soil in my fragrance
Dance with the rhapsodic dance of the peacock
Wreathe petals into flowers that vine
And curve in the soil of growth.

You must have heard me cry for you, as I looked up at the sky;
  Why did you have to go so soon, without even saying goodbye?.
  It's as if the world had stopped as silence filled my head;
  When through the silence a voice began speaking, and this is what it said.
  Your days will go in without me, though I'm never far away;
  I may not be in front of you, but I'm in your heart to stay.
  Please don't cry sad tears for me, you will never be alone;
  The day will come when you cry tears of joy, when the Good Lord calls you home.
  So as you all gather by my grave to pay your last respects;
  Don't say goodbye, say I'll see you later, incase the Lord calls you next.
  As I turned to walk inside thinking I must be losing my mind;
  I reached for the door as I watched it slowly open, as my hand fell to my side.
  As chills ran over me, I knew at that moment, it was your voice I could hear:
  I couldn't help but smile as I walked through the door, watching as it closed behind me , I knew you were standing near.
  Tears falling down my face, remembering your kind and gentle heart;
  For the next time you open a door for me is when my eternal life shall start.