This blog is about bringing out the music from my thoughts as verses.
There she goes
A lone traveller
In the road of nostalgia
Looking at the home of childhood
Homesick!
The happy memories of an intact family
Her heart yearns for the home of the past
Adulthood has claimed everyone there
Homesick!
Is all the love lost?
Or is everyone wrapped up in Life?
The home of the past […]
Homesick!
Come on , wake up
Your box is full
Squander your riches –
Fruits of your Ego.
Make room
For the fragrance of love
To fill the box.
Make room
For the light of God
To glow in the halo.
Chastise it, shine it
Glorify it.
After all the hard work
After all the praise
After all the fun
It is his loving embrace
It is his soulful hug
That enriches
rejuvenates.restores.
Thank You All my 101 following friends.
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I am reading all your posts with the linited time availabke to me and I am gaining greater insights.
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Looking forwards to a greater and grander tomorrow everyday.
Life comes from nothing
Where from came the grass after the rains
Where from the frogs croaking from the wet earth
Where from Snails carrying their homes drift with their succulent antennas
Where from the ants swarm around jaggery
What attracts, how and from where?
What draws the moths to the light of electrons in the lamps!
Who put the frogs in lakes on hill slopes
And fishes into new rivers?
The seed of life
No one has seen
Enter the womb
It came from nothing
No one saw the invisible hand
That sowed the pollen
No one saw who put the honey
In the pistil
Life came from nothing
The seeds no one has seen
Or has known
We come, We grow, We go
Like the grass that grows
On the wet soil
Perpetually.
We are born from nothing
We die into nothing.
Yet Life is Something.
The moment I am born
To the moment of my fall,
Green,then yellow to brown,
Melody to Melancholy
I grow..
Battered
by the sun
Butchered –
by a lazy hand
Grabs, for no reason, tears
Shreds to pieces.
A dumb and hungry mouth
Pulls, bites, chews
Grappling with the winds
Soiled and soaked in rain
I shrivel, wither, lose my green
Lose my taste, I fall
With the weight of time.
The poet that praised me
When decked in dew
Praises my fall, the fallen me
Every foot crushes my soul
Under its sole,
Deaf to my cry
Call it a musical rustle.
Fate is great
She knows no date
She may pack you to hell
Or keep you a hundred years well
She can maroon you in a spate
Can bring you to success’s gate
She can buy you fame
Or put you to shame
She can make you a genius
Or make your deeds odious
She can make you a crook
And bring you to book
When you toil and toil
For victory-sweet
From behind her veil,
She might, with failures greet.
All differences in this world are one of degree,
not of kind because
oneness is the secret of everything.
-Swami Vivekananda
First, there was an itch
Then followed the scratch
A mild one, to start
An anxious later, a frustrated final
The epidermis eroded, failed in duty
The ulcer deepens, widens
The gape is in the leg, where
visitors’ eyes seldom reach
The blanket of life’s everyday chore
Masks the pain of the sore
Laziness fuels, neglect pervades
Till fear deepens…
A stampede of tests .. a boxful of drugs..
Dressings.. prayers..
The long nightmare
Left with scars and regret..
What caused this war?
The itch or the scratch.
Our togetherness is not the togetherness of our thoracic and pelvic cages
I stand with the vault of my skull as the begging bowl
Pour me the nectar
That glues my grey cells to yours.
Let the electrical discharges from your neurons
Synchronise with those of mine.
Our togetherness, Our union shall not be measured in space between us and time spent together.
It is our union
When the dendrites and axons
Of your neurons
Hug the dendrites and axons of mine.
It is our union
When the red ball of morning fire
Throws the same color of light
Into our hearts.
My dear genie,
Celebrate the 16 years, Revel on the Best moments
Sweetly welcome the 17th
Remember the Best lessons
Of the Past
Resolve to unlock the treasures
of tomorrow
And here are a few secrets
The secret key to Happiness
Is To Accept and
Never Expect
The secret of success
is to Focus
on your strengths
The secret of Peace
Is to live
in the moment
The Secret of Fame
Is to lead
More than win
The Secret of Richness
Is to work, is to give,
not hoard
When you are praised,
Be humble like the flowers, they fall from head to toe.
When they hurl stones
Be the solid rock,
not the fragile glass.
Be the rock,
always dry on the shores
Be the mountain
that braves winds
This car of life is to be
Driven by oneself
Don’t wait for others
To push
Don’t allow others
To slow or stop.
Be your energy yourself.
Be Yourself.
Verses from the Heart 