Mind

No one knows what goes on behind 
the closed doors of the mind. 
Thoughts that sometimes inspire 
the deeds that transpires. 
Many have tried to find the key 
to unlock the secrets that are enclosed within, 
buried deep behind 
the closed doors of the mind. 
The lust and deprivation 
that sometimes conspire 
to be set free 
or the eternal love of life 
that can rise to the fore. 
Both are hidden in the crevasses 
behind the closed doors of our mind.

Ill Wind

An ill wind brings no fortune 
when it blows your way 
and if you see it coming 
close up your shudders and boards 
and hope it will pass by 
leaving you to your own accord. 
Be always ever vigilant 
for an ill wind 
that might just pass your way. 
It leaves only misfortunes and misery 
we can all do without today. 
If you see one on the horizon, 
shelter until it has gone away. 
As an ill wind brings no fortune 
whenever it blows your way. 

Flower to flower

I came across one flower
While walking in a garden
It saw me and gave a smile
I too smiled and walked
Each day in garden I smiled
One day I gazed at flower
At its plant and roots closely
I observed its dance in wind
And its dance made me sing
It made me smile all my time
Everyday I went to flower
Smiled with it and came back
My days went like seconds
Nights passed like years
Flower made me its lover
So I wrote songs on its dance
On its lovely beautiful smile 
All about its charming beauty 
And my state of dying slowly
In which I am smiling daily
One day I saw flower singing
In the garden while jogging
Song reveled its moving off
From my garden to a house
Of loved one from its past
I smiled on all my songs
While writing a new song
Its song of flower to flower
Which I gave to my flower
When departing from my lover 

An Arrow

We listen to many things 
in our willingness to learn. 
Our teachers guide us 
to the knowledge, 
the wellspring 
where we might learn. 
However, guidance isn’t wisdom 
only an arrow leading to it. 
It’s up to us to choose 
which wisdom that we seek 
and nurture it with loving care 
so like and infant it might grow.

A Silent Prayer

I sat in a graveyard
and watched people visit there.
They stood above a grave in silence

and spoke to those buried there.
They said a silent prayer
for God their soul to keep.
Laid some flowers for their loved one
and a tear did weep.
Even as the years pass
you will always see them there
with their thoughts of their loved ones
who had long passed away.
:
Only to my wife.. May my God spread his mercy upon here.

Gap

No matter what you talk
No matter what you scream
Every body become deaf

I walk far behind them
I ate what they haven't taste
I experienced what they have never thought

I would turn into dust
I would disappear in the thin air
I would become a handicap

If.....
I force myself to become Mr' Nice
I continue to become a great pretender
I don't stop myself to be involved

Then....
Let's cease the fire
and wave the white flag
because now, I really give up

Vanishing glory

Not good enough,
Not pretty enough and
Not smart enough to hold you close to me.

Thoughts of insecurity leave me speechless because every time i speak i feel questioned for my choices from unfamiliar faces.
I look down on myself as others step all over me.
My face is strong, my body is weak.
Last laughs gone with pride. Self-conscience and hopeless.
I stand here waiting for someone to show me the right path.
Like and exorcist, you used to take the negative aspects of life away but now you cause them.
So much feeling for one being but nothing in return. Helpless,
I run to the one who caused it. The irony is painful but i endure it for i love all your company.
Here we are a real family but in real life everything seems impossible to me,
Dreams came true only on our dreams, but in the real world we pay to our joy with a priceless feeling ..
Now our glory vanishing with time.

10 HUMAN SENSES

See; 
Vivid color of a blooming rose
Whale breaching in secluded bay 
A child’s first steps 
Purple heather hills in May
Hear; 
A gurgling alpine brook, 
Wind through trees of pine, 
The raspy caw of a forest rook, 
Thunder in the distance
Smell; 
Bread from mom’s oven
A new born baby's skin
Lovemaking aftermath
Ozone after lightning storm
Taste; 
Water from a mountain spring 
Local strawberries in June
25 year old scotch
French chocolate
Touch; 
A lovers skin
Newly spun spider web
Warm bath water
Spring’s new grass 
Reason; 
Ponder life’s meaning
Let fairness prevail
Seek balance
Speak truthfully
Intuition; 
Know without knowing
See without seeing 
Be without doing
Believe without doubt
Creativity; 
Create from inspiration
Express through art
Manifest from nothingness
Sing new-worlds into being
Perfection; 
Allow higher-self to guide
Acceptance through compassion
Love without expectation
Know thy self
Spirit; 
Embody “I Am”
See All as God
Live God’s Will
Know God

My Life journey

The radiant sun ascends into the blissful new morning.
Ships sail across the stark emptiness of the ocean calling.
Their individual sails.
The eagerness and gleeful excitement prevails.
As the journey of life is soon to begin.

The storehouse, the dock…
The cradle, the cot, 
Every person providing their input, the new ship special.
Preparing the departure of the safely nurtured vessel
Awaiting the release, the maiden voyage. 

The harbour intercepting
The thick walls protecting
The delicate wooden exterior of the ship.
With the sound of the water providing a steady drip.
Passing by to reveal the vast sea 
The strong boat fitting through the walls like a key
Their sails midway down, catching the soft breeze 
Progressing the slow journey with ease 

As the ship pulls out into the north
Rocking unsteadily back and forth
As it sets its pace, its journey taking wing
The light hearted crew beginning to sing
As the bright sun shines upon their faces
The journey ahead looking towards many places. 

The progression out becoming steadier
The crew’s ambition becoming readier. 
A slow paced crawl beginning the progression
The sun descending, loosing its aggression.

From the support boats floating at its side
Assuring the crew of the height of the tide
To the departure of the company
Poetically gliding across the water, a silent soliloquy 


The small ship sails across the wavering water
Weighed up against another, like it’s new born daughter
Completely alone and unaware of its fate
It’s speed and grace, it’s winning trait. 
As with all stories, something must go wrong
Like the story of life, it will be told through this song
There’s always a time, a place in your life
When it feels so alone, like a continuing strife. 
Much like our ship, so small and unaided
Merely matter of time, before its cause becomes jaded.
Bigger ships, the battle for space
Trying to put it back in its place.

Sharp detonation from the cannon of a much larger ship
cataclysmic blows with the strength of a whip. 
The resistance was weak, much like the craft
The larger ship simply sat back and laughed. 
Before it found its feet, biting back sharply
The cannons now loaded, fighting back bravely.

The battle begins, both valiant ships fought for long
And thus it continued, right through to morn.
The little ship was tough, its first hurdle to jump
And jump it did, the ships response far too late.
Conceited and proud, it was caught unawares 
Moisture obtrusive, unfortunate affairs. 

And as it began to sink, its crew watching in sorrow, somewhat bereft. 
The small ship invaded, took all that was left
It’s place in the world moulding as it grew
A fate that is shared with more than a few.


All was well, until a short stage in life
A stage that shant pass like the sound of a fife.
The mutinous rebellion of the ships own crew
Fighting with itself – a short civil war
Breaking it down, its security no more. 

The ships new look, its previous experiences
It’s will for self discovery, ignorance its hindrance
Enlarging its appearance, the arrogant force
Storming through the ocean, on its high horse.

Trigger happy, yet striving for self improvement
“Better than the rest”, It would boast through its movement
But deep down the angst would tear it apart
Beat down the conceited, high spirited heart. 

This time quickly ran out, the dramatic scene to end
As it soon discovered it had nothing to trade and nothing to spend.
A large economy of fruitful crafts
Each making their way, working up from mere rafts. 
The ships crew could see, that without this skill
It would get no where, and would surely end in a kill


So with this in mind, after several criminal assaults 
They gathered an inventory without any faults
Beginning to trade would pose some issues
The crew to begin with handling the stock with some misuse 
This soon would be corrected
Some lessons inflicted
Business now blooming 
And profit, assuming. 

As the experienced ship floats steadily on
Its wood slightly wilted and its innocence gone
The sails flying high, yet the edges beginning to fray
Gaining more wear day by day
Now at the top, looked up upon by others
Responsible to care for those without bothers.


Day by day as the ship rises up in ranks
Its modified body as strong as tanks
The older ships from which it had traded
Have fallen and sank, defeated and raided.

Unfortunately all, every good thing must end
The ship, the journey and the life of a friend
Soon to be followed by the end of the road
Withered and tired from carrying the load.
The ship itself to tell this tale - 
We must tell how it fell and lost its sail

The rotted wood falling naturally apart
The ships base failing, much like the heart
As the water trickled in through the rotting timber
The structure of the ship started to hinder
The construction unable to be saved
End its life in a watery grave.

And this my friends, is how it ends
A tale of how a sailor’s life spends.
Take to heart the story I’ve told
For before you will see one similar unfold. 

Its a long long journey

Hate is like ...

Whenever I feel bad
Or maybe so sad
My heart is pumpin'

And also raging
Could it be a devil inside
Or is it whispering from side to side
Hate is like a sandstorm
It blinds your eyes
It also changes your form
At the same time as you cry
But you should heal your heart
Before evil domination starts
Hate is like a sandstorm
Whenever you hear their names
And they treat you the same
Like how they humiliate you
And made you bluer than blue
But you should heal your heart
Before evil domination starts
Hate is like a sandstorm

Colors of life

In the beginning all was pitch black
But colors started to pour over 
Inviting to go for a pleasurely hack
As well as much as to hover 
Walking on the grass so green
Little feet playing in the mud
cascading water washes clean 
new lifes growing in the bud 
Sun shines brightly yellow
Heat waves melting the ground
Pears tasting good and mellow
Listen to many different sounds
Love color meant to be red
Walking up the stairway
Dainty caresses on your bed
Savor them and don’t ask why 
Hopefully don’t feel blue 
There is nothing you can’t do 
These simple words are true 
They are specially for you 
Look up at cotton clouds so white
Like the bride’s immaculate veil
What a lovely charming sight
With colors through life we sail 
No colors and nothing would be bright 
All kinds of colors making us feel light 
Enchanting colors for our eyes sight
Bothering us not to stay in the night 
Enjoy and look at all colors of life 

Marriage

Never both be angry at the same time.
Never yell at each other unless the house is on fire.
If one of you has to win an argument, let it be your mate.
If you have to criticize, do it lovingly..
Never bring up the past.Neglect the whole world rather than each other.
Never go to sleep with an argument unsettled.
At least once everyday, try to say one kind or complimentary thing to your life's partner.
When you have done something wrong,
be ready to admit it and ask for forgiveness.
It takes two to make a quarrel, and the one in the wrong is the one who does the most talking.
Mix love and happiness, add faith.
Blend in understanding,
tenderness, and patience. Add forgiveness.
Toss in laughter.
Generously serves the whole family. 

You are mortal

When you kneel
Kneel on both knees.
When you bow
Bow low from the waist
When you love
Love to death
And when your heart gets broken
Let the pain consume you to ashes
And let the wind blow it away.
Get reborn.
Re-invent yourself
Rise up on your feet
And start living again.
Proudly,
With your head high.
You are a human being,
You’re not flawless
You will do onto others
And they will do onto you.
Its how life is
A chain of event, happenings and decisions.
Don’t lose your identity
Be known for whom you are.
Keep on seeking
Life is a journey
Try not to lose your humanity
If you lose it, you lose yourself.
And you die inside.
The journey stops when you pass on.
The journey never ends if you don’t’ lose your soul.
Be merciful and kind
Live and let live
Die for those who deserve living
Cry…
Cry….
Cry…..
Cry like a child
Paint your face with mud
And scream like a mad person
Lick your wounds and let them bleed clean
Let the scar tissues remind you of the lost battles
Don’t feel sorry for yourself
You are what you made yourself.
Don’t hate yourself
Have the courage to live.
Anyone can die
And when the angels comes
Lie down and let your soul go peacefully
Let them kill you mercifully.
Now .. You are mortal .

A dispute

A dispute controls an explosion, 
They built them on the line of writing; 
Just why do hundreds debate and abandon? 
The living of right is worth reporting.
A dispute managed the experiment,
Hitting and replaying like silver and gold;
My replying worsened, I was diligent
And angry that life became old.
The maddening went on and on, like fire
Blazing in souls, futures did burn,
I didn’t burn or catch fire or admire
This innocent help that made me learn.
Upper class strengths conceal their all ness,
And tall ness may acquire anatomy of riches,
This contained wealth to adore with abruptness,
Your feelings are hidden in adages.
Quench the blood hunger,
The crimson rain from the skies, As the soil burns strong.
Never be willing to dispute anyone, anymore

Peacefulness

There is nothing quite as brilliant
As sun on a red dirt hill
The peacefulness surrounds me
As I hear a songbird’s trill
For so many things, you know
Do not cost a single thing
They are there when we awaken
And by nightfall they still remain
A magnificent looming windmill
Against the clear blue sky
Tranquility warms my heart
And I never wonder why
The sun often surprises
By morning and by night
Clear and plain it’s beauty 
Makes everything seem right
Peacefulness just amazes
And nothing feels so good
It is our inner peacefulness
It isn’t always understood !
no more rebelliousness 
it's flow from within

Be Different

Best emotions come undone
Embracing hearts, each, one by one

Dividing space and time
Inducing love of life
Flowering fields of gold
Flowing into depths of sun
Exploding at the reach of souls
Refreshing even secret goals
Eyes opened long before
Novelty opened the door
Time telling truths that ... once !! they were be different

Vanishing your memory

Since I'm one who believes in live and let live
I want to forget and I want to forgive
All of those who have offended me in any way
Though kind things of me they've not been known to say.
I look to tomorrow 'tis another day
And I'm too old for mind games mind games I do not play
Of life I have so much to learn but I know
That 'tis harder to make a good friend than a foe.
We will leave it to karma for to be our judge
And even those I do not like I will not bear a grudge
My differences with others I have lived to regret
But I want to forgive and I want to forget.
The people I don't like too do not like me
One might say we look at life quite differently
But vanish from your mind every bad memory
And forgive and forget that is how it should be.

Past .. don't you know !!!

Forget the past the past is forever gone
The dead at peace the living must live on
The rill downhill to the river ever flow
And the people like the Seasons come and go.
For our mistakes we can be made to pay
But we cannot change what happened yesterday
But if we learn from the mistakes we have made
'Tis not too high the price that we have paid.
The past is gone and what is done is done
Though old men talk of battles lost and won
But we should not live our lives in yesterday
You win some and you lose some one might say.
The past is gone to it why should we cling
Of long dead heroes the old songster sing
Salute the men and women in their prime
Though they too must also bow to father time.
Forget the past 'tis gone forever more
Like last week's water to the ocean shore
And live for today don't look too far ahead
'Tis soon enough we will be with the dead. 

Where are you !!

Nothing is now forever
It’s the way we need to feel
Thoughts that come out clever
Making the past very real
Come to my heart closer
And bring what you must
You might become the imposer
With everything and your trust
So much comes just once
With the lot to hold on
Edges of feelings blunts
Are never together drawn
We just wander out there
Letting our time to waste
Reasons beside are so glare
Thoughts once wrongly placed
Nothing comes without love
You must just give it all out
Things just kind of might've
Into its very own self-doubt
I want to have it so complete
Let each our desires go there
Without the ways to mistreat
Getting closer tonight to share

My first

It was deep night but all bright, 
When I caught her brilliant sight.
Her gracious sharp and grave sight, 
Pierced holes deep into my heart.
Her tuft of splendid tantalizing hair, 
Invoke me to be her apposite pair.
Eyes did not listen to my word, 
Nor feet did not take my way, 
Heart did not beat at rate I opt, 
Mind did not leave her sight at least.
Again and again she often came, 
Closer to my mind than to my eyes.
Whenever I do think of her, 
Every vein in my heart does pain.
I look for her at places she is
And look for her at places she was.
I take everyone on the way for her, 
Mistake every place for that she walks.
She comes as a mirage and goes again.
With a desperate rate of thought, 
I look at her for her copious sight, 
I tire to have her everlasting laugh, 
I pray to live under her merciful heart.
I take her voice to that of the koel’s cries, 
I take her attire to that of a queen, 
I take her look to that of an angel, 
I take her manner to that of a Goddess, 
I take her compassion to that of the Mother, 
I take her thought to be my life.
I look long for the days to come, 
When I dare to say it’s my first love. 

Animals are better

i saw birds pecking at a snake, 
to save nest of their fellow mate.
i saw a lioness standing against the lions pride, 
to save a calf, she did fight.
i saw monkeys fight a dog to save kitten, 
though in salvaging they got bitten.
these all made me think, 
there i saw love all around.
then i saw a man stabbing his friend, 
for money was more important in his ken.
i saw a woman killing her daughter, 
because she was not happy with the girl's father.
i saw a brother killing the other, 
with his own hand, 
just for a piece of land.
and all these made me think, 
animals are much more better.
who kill because of nature, just to feed.
on money, land and position they dont pay heed.
but humans are not humans any more.
who re infecting the world in whole.
going against their nature, 
as on money, land and position they pay heed.
and kill others even when they have all they need
they keep destroying each other.
and i think compared to humans animals are better. 

Money

Fragrance of relations
Money was always important in the past and
will remain important in the future.
The present revolves around it.
It plays a vital role in the society.
Some says the money is not less important than them faith 
But I think that human values are more valuable than the money.
Fragrance of relations could be obtained only by your style, behavior 
and attitude and not by the money.
When money regulates the relations
It works like a poison.
Blood relations die when money enters between them.
Money becomes havoc when a son demands more and more money from his old parents with out knowing their will.
Money is the need of hour.
But relations become hazardous when its members
Became crazy for money.
Race for money never ends throughout the life.
When we got money, then we again crave for it.
Race for money goes and goes till the life ends.
We crush the happiness of the life for getting it.
We finish the fragrance of relations only for it.
If we die with money we will die without peace and satisfaction. 

Searching the meaning of life ..!!

Shall we be grateful 
for the air we breathe and the life,
we have to fight for, daily - every minute,
to guard against infections
and diseases of all sorts?
Shall we be grateful
for the food and shelter -
we are blessed to have,
even when they are full of -
dangerous microbes and particles that pollute?
Shall we be grateful
for living without hopes,
and caring without incentives -
for growing without goals,
and dying without testaments?
Shall we be grateful
for being created to be and grow,
to eat, work, eat and drink - recour -
to be young, beautiful energetic and then -
in the end, so frail and worn our dignity be gone?
Are we here today in order
to record the wonders of nature,
and the changes in the lives of man and all,
on the planet Earth that swells with life -
only then to quit and return to ashes?
Or else the reason for the presence of man
has not yet been told by the evolution's story
for while we enjoy the goods we have,
we forget to ask why we are here -
and tend to think we'll live for ever! 

Passion of life

To achieve something great in the world you need Passion
To fulfill vision, a great leader’s courage comes from Passion
Whatever it may be, you must find your Passion
If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins
Follow your passion smartly and success will follow you! 
Never underestimate the power of passion
Without passion religion is spiritless
Without Passion history is meaningless
Without Passion art is useless
Follow your passion quietly and success will follow you! 
When you take up a mission with passion
There are no dreams too large
No innovation unimaginable
No frontiers beyond reach 
Follow your passion kindly and success will follow you! 
Our passions are the winds that propel our vessel
Our reason is the pilot that steers her
Without winds the vessel would not move 
Without a pilot she would be lost
Follow your passion truly and success will follow you! 
There is no end and there is no beginning
There is only the passion of life
Passion is universal humanity
Passion is the genesis of genius
Follow your passion faithfully and success will follow you! 

Perfect Vanity

..!! And the wind was, whispering a tune, 
Hoping for the rain to come soon, 
Because I’ve lost myself in the crowd, 
As it swallows me in like the waves of an ocean, taking me down,
Going blind with insanity,
Watching people die for the perfect vanity,
And a bird quiets down as the hunter’s bullet pierces its feathered heart,
If all good things come to an end why do they start?
The thunder rumbles in warning of its return,
Fires blaze in the distances silent screaming forests burn,
Gravity pulls me to my knees,
Begging for it to stop, “Mercy! Mercy! ”
As people stare thinking I’m insane,
They walk on without a, “what’s your name? ”
Because they are blind with insanity,
They are dying for the perfect vanity,
A home is now only a house,
A dog devours an innocent mouse,
And the world moves on blind to death,
Blind to the kids in alleys doing weed and crystal meth,
As the skies quietly go gray, trying to drown my sorrows in rain,
Because my tears weren’t enough to numb the pain,
And children want to be beautiful and like their perfect dolly,
As the homeless walk around with an empty trolley,
But the happy are the ones with an empty heart,
Because their smiles were fake and there “heart” is a mere hole, so dark,
And a leaf falls from a tree not getting too far,
Wiped away with a windshield on a motorized car,
As speed takes people where they need to go,
Hiding from them the truth, the stories they need to know,
And the “cool” woman steps over that once exquisite rose,
What a beautiful plant it could have grown into, but she’ll never know,
Closing my eyes against the eternal pain,
I put the woman to my head again,
As I drown in my crimson blood and I have no more problem to fix no more deals to be dealt,
And the world moves on without giving a thought to help,
Because the have gone blind with insanity,
And they think I have died for the perfect vanity,
Never will they know I needlessly donated my blood to the green grass,
So I wouldn’t have to watch their perfect vanity shatter like glass,
…And now the wind whispers me a lullaby,
Because no one bothered to say good bye,
And a little woman stares at the world passing her by with unbearably painful speed, crying for their insanity,
And they think she’s crying for her perfect vanity…

Life .. shall be lived

one life to live
one life to share
some problems to face 
some sadness to bare 
people to meet and places to be
so many people an places to see
to love and to hold
to stand up in life and be bold
for life has its ups an life has its downs
from cheerful smiles to cheerless frowns
life should be lived and life should be grand
for exciting adventures shall come in this uncertain land