Saturday, January 19, 2013

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

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

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.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

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.

Monday, January 14, 2013

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

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

Man tries to win himself

We push the land back with our feet,
and it moves us forward into the street,
and i wonder who can be more generous than it is. 
Oh,
Many a fights man have fought,
many a fights man will fight,
but the war worth waging most,
but the fight worth fighting most,
is fighting the demons within you,
to weed out all the negativity,
to kill the lust, anger, greed,
pride, jealousy, hatred, animosity,
so that the one god shines in you,
and in the battle no one gets hurt,
still there is the greatest victory but,
you have killed what truly was not you,
you have found who truly are you,
and with the holy light shinning in the spirit,
there is nothing but peace, happiness for you,
and with each man having won himself,
there will be no need to win over someone else,
and thus all wars will come to an end,
except the one in which man tries to win himself

Inner light

When you yourself know that you are right,
its nothing to worry because you can fight,
it does not matter how dark it is outside,
because you are guided by your inner light.

You can never raise yourself much

You can never raise yourself much, by comparing yourself with others, today you are trying to outdo someone, tomorrow you will be bothered, by the achievements of some other.
You will be happy and bloat with joy, on the day when you beat the people, about whom you have started to bother, but then you will feel sad and doomed, when you will be outdone by the others.
just sit and think for a moment, would the world have seen great works, of Einstein, newton and wright brothers, had they spent all their time thinking, how many fish today caught their neighbor.
from where Picasso, Vinci would have produced, such beautiful and great works of art,
had their mothers and fathers always, kicked their butt and pushed them, to follow and to be like someone other.
Great scriptures and great men always say, true success always comes to those, who follow their heart with faith and courage, work with patience, passion and diligence, while treating and helping everybody as brother.
And moreover at the end of the day, will you still count that as success?
though living in a grand mansion, but inside of you still burning with the fire of animosity, hatred and anger.