Saturday, 26 March 2011

Act


Strive
to soar beyond visible horizons.
Dive
to explore unfathomed depths.

Pick
only the path that you want to stride on.
Stick
to your passion, come what may.

Give
to others so that you may gain.
Live
to experience both pleasure and pain.

Learn
to be strong though you fall down, friend.
Yearn
to sustain happiness till life's end.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

May God Ease Your Suffering


Alive you are,
Resting like a vegetable.
Unmanly coward is the one who ruined your life.
Never again to live life till death,
Arrested by destiny's horrible clutches you are.

'Sever'e punishment do all sex offenders deserve;
Hot embers sodomy is what will work out.
Aren't there any gods to ease your suffering?
Never ever should the world see another Aruna.
Belief, faith and hopes have been crushed;
All the prayers have gone in vain.
Unparalleled compassion have many people showered;
God must expedite the relief from your pain.

Saturday, 5 March 2011

The Mathemagician


She was 'one' of a kind.
Never once was she of 'double' mind.
She always won,
for she only took 'calculated' risks.

She very well knew the 'equation' of happiness
and the 'formula' for success.

For every difficulty,
she came up with a 'theory',
and eventually found the 'solution'.

Whenever her life was caught in tangles,
she viewed the 'problem' from different 'angles'.

She 'divided' her love equally
among her 'five' children;
she 'multiplied' the happiness of the whole family.

She could 'substitute' disappointments with delights,
and make people laugh in a 'fraction' of a second.

In real, she was just an 'average' woman,
but tried to always be in cheerful 'mode'.

No wonder she could 'decimate' her sorrows
even after her days were 'numbered'.

She was a magician.
She was a 'mathemagician'.

Friday, 4 March 2011

An Endless Journey


When you fall down
and hurt your self badly,
learn to rise,
for there is no other go.

When you are shown a mirror,
and get to see your flaws,
learn to change,
for that is the only constant in life.

When you are saved from an abyss
that someone else had fallen into,
learn to thank,
for gratitude works many a wonder.

When you are sure you made a mistake
and realize it has affected someone,
learn to regret,
for you won't do it again.

When you want to spread happiness
and smiles everywhere,
learn to love,
for love is an ever-abundant source of both.

When things go wrong,
and you're clueless of what's going on,
learn to question,
for that's how you become wise.

When life blesses you with whatever you want
and manifolds your hope and positivity,
learn to dream,
for what is life without something to achieve?

When you talk, meet people
and go around living life,
learn to learn,
for life has many a lesson to teach.

Learn to love;
love to learn.

Magical Hands with Invisible Strings


Colourful puppets dancing all around.
To you people's hands are their unseen strings bound.
How real it looks when they make a sound!
Great is the person by whom this was found.

Toys, cars and insects talk.
Meaningfully do all the dogs bark.
Each creation leaves on Earth its own mark.
We all wonder how you fill your stock.

Some creations have made me shed tears.
People's hearts do some of them pierce.
There is just no place for irrational fears.
With each frame of action, childhood nears.

Through all these creations, we have learnt to dream,
to let love flow within us like an endless stream.
You can raise your collars and with pride you can beam,
for your art is one of the most supreme.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

The Storyteller


In her solar system,
her son is the sun.
Through spring and autumn,
she hears the tales he spun.

Her son would marvel,
observing nature's bounty.
With many a pebble and gravel
he plays in their little county.

The tales of a flying tiger
and a singing giraffe,
the friends of an old beggar
make him laugh.

The mother showers her love
through hugs and kisses.
We'll never know how
certain things God misses.

The boy knows not boredom
though he has not some features.
Sans word, (his) mom weaves wisdom,
knowing the grammar of gestures.

Thursday, 3 February 2011

What a Paradox!






A heart jumps in joy
when it finds the right girl.
Hope multiplies alarmingly;
dreams increase exponentially;
smiles keep blossoming continuously.

Rarely does a soul find
another soul with great similarities.
Isn't it natural for it
to feel elated then?

The soul pursued
talks about hope, optimism and chasing dreams.

The soul pursuing
thinks on the same line.

"Wow! What a match!"
thinks the innocent soul,
dwelling in dreams, hopes and positivities.
Less intense are the other soul's emotions.

And when the pursuing soul
utters words of love
to the pursued soul,
the latter shows no similar signs.

Rapidly flash
the earlier advice of hope
and mockingly laugh
the true state of things.

Ah ha!
What a paradox!