Slowly my mind drifts, of days so splendid
A clear morning, down my path of past
Familiar it looked, a thousand to be candid
A possession, my memories too weak to cast
Unknown of days, I stumbled to my future
A course inevitable, an impression they call
Companions did I forsook, neither do they answer
Of truth to be a belt, sway from fall
To toil long on soil, you’d get the answer
Marching beyond the dreams, so shall one exhibit
A foreign land to sustain, a hope lies with a cord
Feelings so inscrutable, it passes time and barrier
Thousands of them headed their way, none to see a brier
I stood speechless, to transient days
An event in time, to remind a life no less
Hundreds of miles apart, connected in realm of second life
Look at days so surreal and wither less
Night with, half the air, and open field to thrive
Value without price, time II hold in gratitude
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
A prospect
Early the hills rise, above the dusk
Warms the heart with mystic content
Slowly a day unfolds, giving reasons to task
A stage to behold at one's earthly prudent
An opinion worth, lives to reckon
Each with a share, no more any less
A conundrum holds enough to obtain
An answer to dispel, not found in the ness
Hands to they contribute, the way soul sustain
Ways the nature conjure, a maze convey
Paths a cycle, a view that reflect
Back with many pupil, leads some more
A print to witness, void with disdain sect
An outcome of hope, rely some more
Untainted will it be, when deceit cease
Early to dawn, hills resonate for long
Pristine wind an echo, far as east
Rise to nature, to where it belong
Ruminate to event, wise to arbitrate till feast
Land a gift, creation to propagate
Warms the heart with mystic content
Slowly a day unfolds, giving reasons to task
A stage to behold at one's earthly prudent
An opinion worth, lives to reckon
Each with a share, no more any less
A conundrum holds enough to obtain
An answer to dispel, not found in the ness
Hands to they contribute, the way soul sustain
Ways the nature conjure, a maze convey
Paths a cycle, a view that reflect
Back with many pupil, leads some more
A print to witness, void with disdain sect
An outcome of hope, rely some more
Untainted will it be, when deceit cease
Early to dawn, hills resonate for long
Pristine wind an echo, far as east
Rise to nature, to where it belong
Ruminate to event, wise to arbitrate till feast
Land a gift, creation to propagate
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Travelers’
Remember the road that takes far of homeland
Carry light, for dark days and stormy weather
Count the traveler at every transit, before the land
The weary, after the long sunny day they scatter
A traveler joins us by the side, looks gray with sand
No pebbles on sight, only endless barren soil
If only had time, ways too short just for ordinary soul
Different people, different station with varying load
Some need a hand through invisible realm to disappear prowl
Some face a delight, for others a resent though
Traveler on the way of many voices singing carol
Hope soon the land comes to enjoy the sunset float
There is little for one to toil too long, seasons patrol
Years passed, leave a scar with dignity one deserves
Wise to listen and evaluate the un edged tool with labour
The way reward awaits, isn’t easy, neither of regrets to nerves
When youth blossom, time hastens to fade short and far
Dust the best companion, willows to heart’s content, the child swerve
The most precious gift, a mother saw through
The world close to heart and far
An occasion in life’s, makes worthwhile to misery
Mundane riches too high, crumble low
Waves brings, what they can, life to remnant story
A few patch remains, a witness to the unchanging time
The uphill test over, open gates list names some a sorry
Remember the place, this forever.
Carry light, for dark days and stormy weather
Count the traveler at every transit, before the land
The weary, after the long sunny day they scatter
A traveler joins us by the side, looks gray with sand
No pebbles on sight, only endless barren soil
If only had time, ways too short just for ordinary soul
Different people, different station with varying load
Some need a hand through invisible realm to disappear prowl
Some face a delight, for others a resent though
Traveler on the way of many voices singing carol
Hope soon the land comes to enjoy the sunset float
There is little for one to toil too long, seasons patrol
Years passed, leave a scar with dignity one deserves
Wise to listen and evaluate the un edged tool with labour
The way reward awaits, isn’t easy, neither of regrets to nerves
When youth blossom, time hastens to fade short and far
Dust the best companion, willows to heart’s content, the child swerve
The most precious gift, a mother saw through
The world close to heart and far
An occasion in life’s, makes worthwhile to misery
Mundane riches too high, crumble low
Waves brings, what they can, life to remnant story
A few patch remains, a witness to the unchanging time
The uphill test over, open gates list names some a sorry
Remember the place, this forever.
Subservient road
Most of our days we keep wondering about the real quest for exploring a bit of ourselves which lies deep hidden in our own existence. Time would be just another mere factor if one is unwilling to ignite the latent curiosity that can be a great enlightenment to the individual and also the human race.
The things that are invisible may turn out to be a cover up of our own inability, irrespective of its spectrum one need to consider all the factors necessary for the outcome of an action in cumulative. The misappropriate mind will not only blur the vision of the very nature of one’s action but to an extent that he or she believes in the way the mind controls. There would be numerous factors where an individual is subjected to their own reasoning accompanied with inputs from other sources and hence not restricting the suggestion from fellow being, another class of individuals with exceptional factors that can be very vulnerable based on situation though essence of one’s reasoning is really counted in such condition, a total synchronization of both situational based and time factor based would perhaps result in a suitable character for understanding the time prior and post of each incident and will fuel up good for the retrospect that will give the boost further and will conveniently face time with a proper method, no matter what condition would crop up specially if it’s a path less traverse which can be filled with obstacles and face sardonic but there is no assurance of an award one have taken but the exuberance you’ve shown is like a gleam in the wild where anybody follows it reciprocate, a journey hard to expedite but it is a trade the sorrow just like the monsoon rain to wash away labyrinths of aches, a remedy, a good cause to supersede vice.
The things that are invisible may turn out to be a cover up of our own inability, irrespective of its spectrum one need to consider all the factors necessary for the outcome of an action in cumulative. The misappropriate mind will not only blur the vision of the very nature of one’s action but to an extent that he or she believes in the way the mind controls. There would be numerous factors where an individual is subjected to their own reasoning accompanied with inputs from other sources and hence not restricting the suggestion from fellow being, another class of individuals with exceptional factors that can be very vulnerable based on situation though essence of one’s reasoning is really counted in such condition, a total synchronization of both situational based and time factor based would perhaps result in a suitable character for understanding the time prior and post of each incident and will fuel up good for the retrospect that will give the boost further and will conveniently face time with a proper method, no matter what condition would crop up specially if it’s a path less traverse which can be filled with obstacles and face sardonic but there is no assurance of an award one have taken but the exuberance you’ve shown is like a gleam in the wild where anybody follows it reciprocate, a journey hard to expedite but it is a trade the sorrow just like the monsoon rain to wash away labyrinths of aches, a remedy, a good cause to supersede vice.
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