Across the wandering life’s dynamic domain,
we traverse on the footprints of fate.
The tortuous pathway we pave for us
in the uncertain topography of life
meanders to the formless fortune
where it takes the ordained shape,
We trudge aimless with nebulous ambition
on the fated course of ambiguity,
across the illusive hues of the sunset horizon,
where we get caught in the confining clutch
of the storm clouds of providence
as captive of the toxic milieu.
The night unfolds its fiery face
within the insight struck by thunderstorm,
every heartbeat finds the scars engraved by chance.
The shadows of deceit dance with intent
within the melting conscience clouds,
truth revealed in lies is hidden in the shine of the stars.
The surreptitious dreams we design
dazzle with the stellar glow
with heaven’s secrets coded for one and all.
The whisper of celestial silence articulates destiny
for the mystified travelers following
the tune of the singing stars.
Dear Self of Mine,
Dry not away, wither not now,
For we have miles yet to flow.
Somewhere along this winding way,
A spring awaits our brighter day.
A time of bloom we must engrave,
To light the path for those we pave.
Come now, let us drift and flee
Do we not have to meet the sea?
The past life is all in the bin,
the fresh start,
purpose unanswered,
the journey we begin.
Just like when a dad sends his kids
into the tunnel in the park,
they see things
and exit with happy faces.
God sends us into a womb
to experience the tunnel of life;
the exit is bittersweet but nice.
It was supposed to be
a journey of joy,
the growth,
love,
people to feel.
The purpose is forgotten,
the story is blurred,
small parts tangle them,
the broad umbrella many miss.
No one to show the exit.
Who's gonna make them know
to focus less on muddy land
and more on the beauty that fills?
The tunnel has many ways,
each step with a different era,
two boxes of gifts,
every choice makes us lift.
The true ones exit
not with a smile,
but with scars,
dirt,
and mess.
'Cuz they tried hard,
they lived every second,
they saw everything,
satisfaction they carry.
A gift of life we all have;
let's pave the path,
the spark that never lasts.
Isn’t our life a clever game of chess,
Where chance and actions equally pay
We can’t approach life like a naïve amateur
Each move be cautious for success to pave way
Some ties, though broken need to be mended
When a crack forms, it can be fixed with cement
Every dissension or hurt do not deserve goodbye
With a little effort, some bonds, we can easily mend
When ego masquerades as dignity or self- respect
One is hesitant for a compromise or reconciliation
A humble word or a kind gesture can heal a hurt
They can easily pave way for instant reparation.
Some relationships are extremely toxic,
Where one longs for a permanent liberation.
There, the bridge is to be burnt down,
Without any qualms or the slightest hesitation.
Life is all a question of sound selection.
If one makes choices that are dependable
One can effortlessly chart one’s way to success
Mend fences worthy and burn bridges ignoble.
We construct roads.
Then we
drill
dig
break
and sabotage them
to pave
electric lines
and
pipe lines
Then if, after my death,
The world is still as cruel,
Stand on my grave with two feet,
And if a flower were to grow,
Next to my stone,
Step one foot out,
And look upon your peers,
And if you see sadness,
Take the flower from my grave,
And bring it to a stranger,
And if you bring upon that stranger, happiness,
Step the other foot out,
But if the stranger were to walk away,
Pluck the petals, and place them on the soil;
Then if, after my death,
The world is still as cruel,
Stand on my grave with two feet,
And if a hummingbird, lands on my stone,
Take the seeds of a fruit,
And place your hand out,
And if the bird eats from your hand,
Step one foot out,
But if the bird rejects the seeds,
Take them and plant them,
For the hungry can eat them,
Then the world could be made less cruel;
Then if, after my death,
The world is still as cruel,
Stand on my grave with two feet,
But know as you live on,
That each small kind gesture,
Every flower given,
And every seed sown,
Has left a soft imprint on the earth,
For the world may not change,
But our small gestures linger,
And our hopes stay alive,
To pave a kinder path for those to follow.
Here's to the one's
Who play the part
With a smiling face
But an aching heart.
Who ride the wave
But all the while
They hide the pain
Behind the smile.
This is to those
Who face the rain
When the tide is high
And days are gray.
Who walk the line
To pave the way
To a better life
And brighter days.
Gods and angels went away
For an indefinite vacation
“We’re mere ideas anyway
Dignified by population”
Says God, who asked not to be named
“Nowadays it turns ridiculous
Politicians took our fame
Made up maliciously fastidious
All the simple laws we set
And this farcical state of affairs
Is the one we must protect
Though the mess they made is theirs
We, Gods, wash our hands of this
Devil’s game the people play
If they want us Gods be missed
Let them pave their hellish way”
Spoke the God, whose name’s not known
But one angel smiled and said
“Here’s my email and my phone
Ping me up if something’s bad..”
So I wrote her phone and email
Down in my book and slept
The wild wind lashed at our sail
All the way to my homeland.
Distant cars produce their sounds
Distant people pave their way
Distant skies are full of clouds
Distant wind blows off today
Everything sets up a distance
What seems real is out of touch
A precarious existence
Makes a point with drilling crunch
But thank God it’s distant noise
And while I was writing this
It was muted by the voice
Your sweet voice from Chiltern hills.
Skin-deep beauty, sure, is an attraction;
Perspectives, yet, must pass beyond the face.
Though fondness can tinge each human action,
Pleasure shouldn't be the goal of life's race.
As buds bloom forth into lovely flowers,
Shouldn't romance pave paths to partnership?
When companionship cools us like showers,
Compassion beads—like honey from combs—drip.
As banks of ponds and lakes of eras break,
And stagnant waters (good and bad) mingle
With streams and brooks in an unending ache...
One's deep divine self does not stand single.
Our wordless words take flight beyond the sight,
Where selfish shadows yield to infinite height.
Concrete inspiration happens
when we believe
and love
long lasting rewards
like rain on warm pave
I am who I am,
In the shades of roofs I walk,
To the walls I talk,
All day long I work,
With heavy heart I mock,
The iron bars so abstract,
Now it feels unnecessary to dress,
All the efforts I put,
At the end I look at the foot,
So long I moved,
Yet not reached where I feel I should,
Millions of crying souls I hear,
Those clenched deep with fear,
No voice they have,
Obviously! What will it pave?
Thick is the infinite boundary,
Stuck in food and laundry,
Enough so far I have said,
I hope this thoughts doesn't gets raid.
They paved the path we used
to walk together, but they
could never pave over the
love I still hold for you in
my heart. Steady as breath,
constant as time, Rest forever
darling.
Bouquet of flowers with bright red roses,
dinner and wine, as evening approaches,
beginning of love, is dawn of new life,
when two hearts dearly wish, god disposes.
Fervent dreams walk the edge of a sharp knife,
their racing pulse, have some reason for strife,
blushing faces hold hands in deep romance,
pray one day the two be husband and wife.
Dim lit ambience, whispers, furtive glance,
perfumes and music do their love enhance,
words are said yet no one knows what to say,
desires in bodies reverberate a dance.
This day is the first of many such days,
when new love finds fresh love to pave new ways,
some end in Yes, some may start with a nay,
Rest assured, true love will go all the way!
An isolated journey towards the shores of remembrance.
Open toed traces pave the path of acceptance,
She looks up at stars that have already fallen.
Upon Her arrival, She held Her hand for a blessing.
The elegance, held together by a silk white dress.
A crescent moon signals the rising dusk.
Teasing Her, the light casts Her shadow.
The silhouette grows as She waits under the white glow.
Quietly lying still, succumbing to forbidden emotion.
The light flickers. Drifting forward, She ascends.
Shine down, a soft kiss from the waning crescent.
Floating above stranger tides, water spreads outwards.
The hollowed out patterns of footprints,
washed away by shallow ripples.
As the tide comes, Her heart races.
The radiant glow softly disappears into the darkness.
A slow descent allows Her feet to rest once more.
With tears from Her eyes and a soft smile,
She looks upon the rising blue hues of the sky.
Resting on Her knees, She lowers Her hands in Her lap.
With a soothing breeze,
All She can do is stare at the faint cries of daylight.
With dawn on the rise,
a moment of peace leaves through a tear from Her eyes.
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