A Shroud

Money makes the world go round, I wonder who said that,
It must have been a billionaire, A grass roots spoiled brat.
They take their lead from politicians, Do as I say Not as I do,
They write how to fiddle editions, As more funds they must accrue.
The rich are really all the same, Whether they act or if they sing,
They'll always preach to you and me, Money isn't everything.
Don't you find it really strange, It's actually quite funny, That the very people who make this claim, Have all got loads of money.
Now I'm not being flippant, Nor am I being abrupt, But cash along with power, Really does corrupt.
They love their yachts and fancy cars, But you must always be aware, Though it's you and I who make them rich, For us they just don't care.
As they live their lives of splendour, They ignore the plight of others, To sharing they'll never surrender, Their self delusion and arrogance smothers.
These greedy people the world over, Are so obsessed with amassing wealth, As they strive to make their trillions, They tend to ignore their health.
Before they know it's time to go, They shout out, we need more time, We've got loads of lovely dosh to spend, To take us now would be a crime.
When they arrive at Heavens gate, They all put on a frown,
No debit cards or hard fast cash, Just a plain white gown.
Always remember, 
On Earth you were rich and famous, You stood out in a crowd,
But you cannot take it with you, ‘'There Are No Pockets In A Shroud''

My ordinary life

Yes there's been laughter and the tears,
Our life isn't always what it appears,
What the secret I hear you ask,
As in happiness we seem to bask,
Don't make life a massive task,
It will keep your flame alight.
Love each other with a will,
Never treat marriage as a drill,
Staying in love is truly a skill,
Respect really does unite.
Keep arguments few and far between,
Don't always say what you mean,
Never make your partner green,
Or their ire you'll incite.
Always apologise when you're wrong,
That will keep you both on song,
For each other you must be strong,
To each other be polite.
Life is really hard enough,
Take the smooth with the rough,
Be there when the times get tough,
Of each other never lose sight.
Don't insult or cause affray,
Always give your spouse a say,
You'll live to fight another day,
Never deal in spite.
The greatest secret of them all,
Is to ensure that you don't brawl,
The golden rule I must install,
Is, ‘' The Wife Is Always Right ‘'

My love for you

My love for you Woman..!
Is not an extended Roman type of war, there is no need to come back to the crusades to capture your skin; Your heart and mind; Your face is a desert moving sand dreaming of a new land.
There is nothing to agree or sign with you, Don't consider another Warsaw Pact, or Another Geneva Convention.
Nothing will Help!
You only have to admit 'n accept this seventy thousands years old rooted Love;  like the tree that stood between Eve and Adam.

Oh, Be waiting there; sooner you and I will be we again.

Do you readily believe them and why?

If the say that life is hard to bear, do you readily believe them, and why?
If they say that love is pure fiction, do you readily believe them and why?
If they whisper that life is just a dream, Can you tell which one we are living in?
If they whisper that you are being loved, by the greatest lover since the dawn of time.
Can you feel his love surrounding and protecting you, Or did you already convince yourself it's just a whim?
Because you rather give way, to distrust and despair fed to you by others.
I tell you
The dream of mankind is great, to great to be fathomed by our tiny mind. Cause i came, saw and caught a glimpse of the greatness awaiting us all.
There is no need to believe me off-course, but i do think you should ask yourself, why you rather give way to those, that preach so harshly about hardship and the lack of love in this world.

Normal life

Started out like a tiny seed, planted in mothers womb by a heavenly deed. Enjoyed a celestial season, cherished as i am in a close bond.
Until the time was there, to enter the earthly realm.'n i had to leave, my comfortable place. For the first time; i was completely on my own, Beating and battering the thoughts come, like in a storm breaching the fragile mind with their power.
Some thoughts seeking a home knock on my door.
Others strong seeking to overwhelm my mind as they invade me. And there are those whom grasp everything which isn't firmly rooted in my consciousness.
Much more will come in in an attempt to overcome and subdue my mind, to join in on the madness we've come to known as normal life

War

They took up arms against each other, brother against brother. Peace is not in their nature, for they only hold it for a dear time, It always manages to slip from their grasp. They'll fight each other to the end because they're too blind to see. Their faults and make them thee,

Becoming is ignorance

You invariably keep nursing, A thought of becoming something
What you are not presently, 
At that point of time, 'n never you know
Whether you have become that something, which you want to become sometime before you keep counting
On the experiences, Of the left behind situations
And you are hopeful of this being helpful in shaping you to that, Which you want to become
You keep swinging from
What you were and
What you want to become, with no time left to you for assessing what you are
Being aware of; What you are is wakefulness
Being lost in; What you want to become is
Ignorance as every thing ahead is in total darkness
finally, i found .. Being is enlightenment but Becoming is ignorance

last update

You are on the move
Always
On an elevator 
Or a belt conveyor
That keeps moving
Steadily and at the same speed
Since the day
You landed on this earth
And this winch or conveyor
Is driven by time
No one else is on your belt
Either ahead or behind
And you are the lone
Passer by in your elevator
Each second
This mover takes you
To a new situation
Unfolding to you
Shocks or surprises
Depending on what you 
Have been expecting
Practically the next step ahead
Is in dark
And every thing becomes clear
Once you step in there
Giving you a feel that
It is all-continuous
With no break
And submerging you in a false understanding
That you know every thing that is happening
That will happen and that had happened
Once you move to the next scene
The scene left behind becomes hazy
And you will not be able to
Recollect the past events exactly
But you may remember
Vividly certain scenes and events
Depending on the
Pleasure or pain
With which they impacted you
You are always on the move
And nowhere you are stagnant
You invariably keep nursing 
A thought of becoming something
What you are not presently
At that point of time
And never you know
Whether you have become that
Something which you want to
Become sometime before
You keep counting
On the experiences
Of the left behind situations
And you are hopeful of
This being helpful in
Shaping you to that
Which you want to become
You keep swinging from
What you were and
What you want to become
With no time left to you
For assessing what you are
Being aware of 
What you are is wakefulness
Being lost in
What you want to become is
Ignorance as
Every thing ahead is in total darkness
Being is enlightenment 
Becoming is ignorance

Enlightenment of dead land

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The shattered remains of my broken trust
Which has never been repaired
Because all this time I've been wounded and scared.
But if it ever could be done
I know that you'd be the one.
To show me people aren't all bad
and not everybody makes you sad.
You've made me weak and helped me grow
You've shown me things I've never known.
But the one thing I realized I never knew,
Is now I can't picture a life without you.

Him or her

Her
Always there, Never bare, Multiply subtract, Add divide, Reading misspelled, Wondered if well
White for yes, Black for no, Always gold, Never known
All the feelings, In the world, Could never help, A lonely woman
Empty inside, Full out, Wanted more, Never a chance, A closed door, Never a glance
Sick, diseased, Apple, poisoned, Last salvation .. Never cure.
Him ..
Greedy Hunger, Always took, What she had, Never looked, What was behind, The closed door
Given more, Hated gift, Wanting to take, Open against, Hopeless tears, Stabbing fear, Tearing fate
Broken pieces, Bended rules, Never there, Used as a tool
Him or her
Extracted appeal, Broken seal, What he give is surly what he receive.

Your Greed

Where there is a need
There is always greed
A rotten exploiting deed
That manifests with speed
When there are mouths to feed
Read between the lines and take heed!
Lurking around is an Inspiring greed
Ready to take advantage and proceed
Even when there is no need to succeed
By now it is agreed, there is always greed
Our desire for more always exceeds our needs
Hence wealth, power and greed have always been married
We always want more
Sometimes I don't know what for
I read to understand what generation of breed
Has given birth to this senseless weed
Because life is a circle of endless greed
I urgently need to know, I plead
Who planted this seed of greed to deliberately mislead.!

Greed is a desire

Don’t embrace comforts, which will weaken you.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness
Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.

Justice is the basis of governance

If I was tall to touch the pole
twice the lenth of the fall.
Eyes of fire, scarlet red
to the ground, coming dread. 
The sound of wind, laughter to
small and weak they yell were do! 
Awake to the sound of silent stares
we are equal what's mine is theirs. 

Sun

Every day, Sun rises with same bright
With it's behave, It makes every one excite
you can say It is charming sight
With it's politeness, you become delight
It is the magic of the Sun keep strong and tight
When darkness changes into white
It is true that might is right
Than same white becomes night
Sun always argue for It's right
Keep ready Itself to fight
It takes always balance diet
You can touch It as a Kite
Sun always rides at It's hight
But gives the poor and the rich equel light
Regular and punctual is It's flight
keep itself calm and quiet

My best friend is mirror

Mirror is true friend of man, It tries to keep us in right path
Mirror is true reflector of everything, It tries to give it's true opinion
Mirror is sincere with everyone, It tells us what is sincerity
Mirror is faithful to every one, It never gives sorrow 
Mirror is of resolute mind, It never gives you in distress
Mirror is true reformer of the world, It tries to make civilized 
Mirror is very simple and straight, It never deceives you
Mirror is My best friend 

Watching

One lonely tree standing, In one lonely field
One lonely field sitting, In one lonely city
One lonely city laying, In one lonely state
One lonely state drowning, In one lonely nation
One lonely nation With one lonely person
Watching  .. humans drenched in hate, suffocated in lies

Lonely wolf

A lonely flower in a field
A lonely child does not yield
A lonely star in the night sky
A lonely man gives up to die
A lonely car in a cold street
A lonely girl admits defeat
The loneliness affects us all
A gutless fight, a pitless fall
A lonely time in my daily routine
Sets the tone; a deserted scene
A lonely wolf under a lonely tree
A lonely soul, this is me 

You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize

My mind is a tree of growing dreams
It seems like it produces more each day
But with every day that passes
There is also a forgotten one
When you add all the forgotten ones
you get a tree that is dry 
A tree with many rings
but with one leaf
One green leaf that appears
every day but also dries up 
when the next day comes
When a tree only has one leaf
no one really looks at it
It is a tree with no ambition
A tree with only one dream
No one wants a tree with one dream
especially if it is never fulfilled 

pride is not worth the pride

Sleeping in the dark,
is a lot better than walking in the park,
true lover lost forever,
seems harder than defeating pride,
sitting on the cold wet stones,
lets you hear the faint whispers of your hopes and dreams,
slowly slipping away, Maybe is your fate

To pride oneself on one’s feat means
To evaluate oneself highly
And devalue others equally
Such like pride is not worth the pride

Words May change your world

Words may not Tear flesh, break bones the way sticks do

Words may not pull the trigger alone But can be they catalyst To the one holding the gun.

Words may not Be of a physical essence But still the fact remains
Words may be deadly when used to harm.

Words May change your world.

Your Ego

You've got a big ego you do come on strong
You try to convince others your ideas cannot be wrong
There are millions like you in the big World out there
So do not feel precious since your type are not rare.
Our political leaders installed by the majority
But majority thinking seems dangerous to me
Since more rum ours of war and millions in poverty
And no future for the Stateless refugee.
To those of similar thinking we tend to gravitate
And a friendship with those who think different we've no wish to create
With an exclusive clique you choose to socialize
Quite arrogant as you are but not at all wise.
You've got a big ego and it also does seem
That you suffer from an over inflated sense of self esteem
Your thinking from my thinking seems far apart
Though red is the blood that flows through every heart.

Oblivion

When all is lost, there is still a memory, From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree, There is only the past and the future on the path; When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie; When the new city is built, it will be an abode, Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.
Before the temple, in the middle of the city, Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Fire will be born from night to be, New light when all knowledge is swallowed and those with memory will be wealthy.
A new rose will bloom from the dark sea, A city revived from memory and abroad; When all is but a memory, there is still memory. Those with memory will be wealthy.

Never let your dream

Kiss the edge of fantasy, lick your lips and dwell in the shine.
Enter the room of pink filled fabric. 

Drape yourself in loves comforting magic. 

Dip those eager fingers into the pool of velvet blush and taste the erotica of loves fruit crush.
Take your extended minds and plunge into a passion filled ocean. Listen to the 
sighs of loves rising tide. Feel the waves that tingle inside. Release your bottled pleasures, that electricity you're feeling.
Splash into the flavor of new passion and scream, I'll never let my dream

A special world

A special world for you and me, A special bond one cannot see

And though at times a thread may break,
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

The brightness of the sky Is meant to be mine
That brings a lot of memories in my life...
As a hope
the brightness of the sky should be there for the entire life 

A special world for you and me, A special bond one cannot see

Half and Half

Half the world lives, Half the world makes, Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates, Half the world runs away, Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is, Half the world was, Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies, Half the world burns, Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares, Half the world weeps, Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings, Half the world laughs, Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.

Life is not the same

Life is precious like the sun rising over the early morning dew or a full Moon shining down on an open field covered with the first frost
Life is precious like the first kiss with your first love or like marrying your high school sweetheart
Life is precious like a hummingbird drinking from nature’s sweet nectar or watching squirrels playing in the trees
Life is precious like a sweet smelling rose or like watching new life busting from the seams at the beginning of spring
Life is precious during each changing season, like the first snow, the first spring shower or the first turning of colors at the beginning of autumn
Life is precious like the new birth of a precious baby or the knowledge of someone seasoned with life
Life is precious when you have a lamp post to guide you through the dark times, yet life can be fleeting when you can no longer see the light
Life is precious when you have a love that is everlasting that sees no wrong and is not judgmental
Oh,
Life is not the same when the sun doesn’t seem to shine as bright and the moon doesn’t have that shimmer
Life is not the same when your first love can no longer be seen, touched or found and life is not the same when the colors of that hummingbird seems so grey
Life is not the same when the roses don’t smell as sweet and the blooms of spring don’t seem as full
Life is not the same when the lamp post that has guided you for so long has gone out and you feel you can no longer find your way
Life is not the same when the everlasting love has ended and you can no longer reach out for it
Life is not the same when the change of the season is just another adjustment in life and you fight to enjoy the simple things
When life begins to feel empty and numbed by the pain of losing the love of your life it is at that very moment you realize that you are the one left behind,

You never will comeback

What is Life
if the time goes not by days, weeks or months but by the moment I saw You last time
if I call your name and there`s no reply
if I can fit the green grace in your eyes, and I don`t see then often so is always dark
What is Life
if my days are ending passing over your shadow and saying good night
if I imagine You in the arms of destiny, wishing to be mine
if a thousand times I scream forgive me and only silence is coming back
What is Life
if I am dying here and You never will comeback.

Just like before

Life's a mess
Where joys are less
And seems to me
To be free of all kinds of joy
For all to enjoy
And it is true
That less are the views
And troubles are more
Just like before

Some ups, Some downs

Life has some ups
Life has some downs
Life shows us blues
Life shows us some browns
But nothing ever stops or forever drops
Life goes on and on
With its eves and morns
And this is not the end, It is this world's trend
So accept it without asking why, Just to your fullest here try
And believe dear that one day, You'll end life's journey's way
And then quietly you'll go, ending your role in this show
And even then you'll see, Here in this world's tree
Spring will come to smile, And spread joys for miles

Digital Dream

His name: crosses yours
Her reply: publicly so, no threat
private message, 

messenger, 

instantaneous
Some form of reciprocation, understanding
all he has is the idea of you
He will fall in love with the idea of you in lieu of your touch taste
but all so soon once again,
he's lost in his head and you fail to appear
Do you really want to remove this person from your contacts list?
it as was what once it has always been,
a digital dreams serving us as sideline
He went looking for you in that dream anyway
Can you hear him in your memory now..!
A little egg of plausible response the mystery of spark or nothing

We burn alone in this room alight with a glow

We're monitored without emotion throughout it all

Our beds are calling, in our lonely distant homes. 

A question of two strangers who share the same desire.
Each wanting to start what they hope will be a burning fire.
A glimpse of the future provided by another,
Developed an usual encounter an, “Internet Lover.”
The words they exchanged capture their attention like a spell,
One says a joke, the other writes .. a harlequin story she could tell.
Already both have shared stories disclosing things in their past.
And they share what they feel will form a love that will last.
A common bond that has intrigued both and has them wanting more.
A new endeavor embraced by both, a journey together they will explore.
And if something should happen causing the burning fire to end,
Both internet lovers made a promise to always remain internet friends.

All the morning

Someone said my name in the garden, while I 

Grew smaller in the spreading shadow 

Grew larger by my absence to another,
Grew older among the ants, ancient
under the opening heads of the knowledge flowers,
new to myself, and stranger.
When I heard my name again, it sounded far,
like the name of the child next door, or a favorite cousin visiting for the summer,
while the quiet not thankful seemed my true name, a near and inaudible singing
born of hidden ground.
Quiet to quiet, I called back.
And the birds declared my whereabouts all morning.

From blossom, to sweet

From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the joy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches.
From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilant of peach.
There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet

If

If at all
the heaps of wealth should take us, that should be towards generosity.
the praises showered should fill in us, that should be feelings of humility.
all the experience should teach us, that should be more and more simplicity.
the strength should provoke in each of us, that should be solidarity and humanity.
the love should sow in each of us, that should be seeds of empathy, sympathy.
the God could preserve in each of us, that should be purity and sincerity.
and If at all,
at the end we could take with us, that should be heart full of love's ingenuity.

Wills in a broken hearts

Wills is the thing which keeps us living,
and love is the thing for which we keep on living,
when wills is shattered we start to die,
and when heart is broken we long to die.

A single grain may not go waste

Hundreds and thousands have toiled under the scorching sun of summer,
to grow the food which so comfortably we eat.
think of food as the fruit of labor of thousands of hours,
rather than just rice and wheat.
millions die due to lack of food, so is their fate,
but we are lucky to have every time enough in our plate.
we may never go to the fields to produce the food,
but my friend 'food saved is food produced'.
so lets take a vow today to put in our plate only that much which we can eat,
so that even a single single grain may not go waste.

just two lines

Weakness is a sin, softness is a power,
infatuation a disease, love holy flower

Just like the days, when i used to be a child.

A Laugh is the gentle blow of a wind,
which cools down the heart for a moment,
but a Cry is the rain which washes away,
the dirt of pain off the heart forever.

Have the knowledge,
learn about the things,
but become not prisoner of a cage,
seek to fly as if it were your wings.

The desire is intense,
the passion is wild,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.
The eagerness to learn,
the will to burn,
are again as bright,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.
i know i can do it,
i know i can achieve it,
the confidence is just right,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.
neither i fear from anyone,
nor i lack the courage anymore,
i am always ready to give a try,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.
i have lost all the pride,
no traces of ego in me anymore,
i am humble again with simple smile,
just like the days, when i used to be a child.  

Loneliness

Loneliness is a blessing for those who want to pursue something great,
but a curse to an idle child, for his play who needs a mate,
for a scientist with time it may open some inventions gate,
but may kill a lover for his beloved who no longer can wait,
in the end it all depends upon our state, that how it will taste.

Back to thee

How shall peace be upon me,
when i don't live as asked by thee,
how shall in my heart, a picture of yours i see,
when i cannot keep, my heart of passions dirt free,
how shall your guiding light, my eyes see,
when i have turned, a blind eye to thee,
how shall my judgements, be error free,
when i don't listen to my conscience, by which you speak to me,
how can i say that i love thee,
when i cannot do, the bare minimum you ask of me,
how i can i be ever happy,
when i have lost all touch to thee,
but i know you always and shall always love me,
all need is to turn back and come back to thee

Life stages

When we are a kid 

we have to cry for everything,
When we are a child 

we have to ask for everything,
When we are young 

we have to work for everything,
When we are old 

we have to reach for everything.

Oblivion is a grace but I haven't

He; to his wife,
If days can talk, baby it could say what words can't.
How much i love you,
How we use to make it right, we live and love so bride
Ya ..
Sometimes it was Joyful,
Sometimes it was Painful, but it's always full, Full of bright
How much i love you, is how much i be your guide with all my sense of polite
Words really can't tel how in our life battle, for only you .. i can fight
Watch.. Just watch the darkness always gives birth to Sunlight
Tell me how can i stop the time, i wanna hold you all the night

 She; with a smiling eyes
Goodbye, the only word i hate the most in our life
Being lost, losing my way, lose the senses of nights and day
You should know, you are the candle of my past darkness, in a kindness presents life.
Please stay, only one more day .!!
Never let me alone, you know .. my loneliness without your existence; will be my future life.
Do you think.. i forgot .. No, women never forget .. Happy birthday.Nine years later;
-He; On his knees, laying roses around her.. Cold Grave
Someday you left, giving me no time, to even say goodbye
but you know;
With all the same admiring in my love,
With all the same love in my heart, to you .. I'm waiting.
With all the same fear; that day; when i lost you,
With all the same happiness, when you're here, beside me, asking me to stay..
I do and I'll be.. strong and without any regret .. I'm waiting
Yes .. It's so hard, Do you know; I almost with life can't fight
May my God takes the soul to touch yours, Holding your hands even to a while
OH;
Ago.. You afraid our last Goodbye,
Today.. I'm waiting our next hello
If days can talk it'll show you what words can't.
Crying you a river, will never bring you back
But my love for you .. still, so bright.

Shoo, listen