New Way

On the course to disarm the past
They reel back, my words to defend
Deep with an undulating thought it cast
Matters as they seem, life it bend
No one but the truth lies with me

Tears are for a songless being, I saw
Hard to desert, it pierces as no one knew
A line intented to be true, I draw
More has gone away, less i tried from the skew
A thorn on the way, accept with nothing to lose

Time possess the cure, immune to pain
Met you at dawn, there is a fort to fold
I wait for the pearl to come, a road once plain
See it to life's brime, never has a story if untold
Goes sorrows away,together now to walk again

A whiff of touch in the air, unknown till yesterday
Something gone has a value, a prize to replace
A glance i yearn,to fill the empty space today
A wait so sweet, to hear a footstep that i heard before
Across now, I find an avenue, a verve i missed

Some days gone

I grew up during the days when we believe that the lunar eclipse was a time when the moon was eaten by a monster, so to distract it people would gather to make noise by beating drums and shouting ignorant of it's phenomena. Time passes by so fast leaving just the memory to accompany our present. walking down those memory lanes i often look back with glee so surreal often better describe as pure joy. Nobody robe us of our innocence, the summer holidays were spent running after dragon fly and collecting broom sticks, with just the pleasure of going out to the forest tweaking the small weak left ones as most of the stronger sticks would be taken but excited to trade the collected bunch it for jaggery at the grocery store, the impatient wait for december to built camps to stay in groups, cooking the only food we know, thats baking rice. As we go through different season, it reveals event that make us fall in love all over again, willowing on the hay after the harvest untill rashes appears.i remember eating crushed fig with sugar that makes the tongue numb and tasteless, those happy memories seems like yesterday thinking of it makes me so rich with possession pure and untouched in my heart my most prized. The journey to the paddy fields were always exciting filled with anxiety of finding out how big the peas has grown even when i knew i had just checked a day ago. A child with myriad dreams of simple needs fulfilled by nature, lays besides me now and then, given a chance i would go back to pick up every fallen beans and to walk again bare foot then to wear nike. When i wait for the night to fall only knowing the morning will be ever more beautiful instead thinking how mad the day will be. The day i stop playing you i reckoned my life will lost its soul because those days are an inspiration, a sequence played whether I am awake or asleep.

A week

It was a cold morning, which started quite usual, and as the day preceded things has it planned for me. With no doubt, I took the plate laid down for me. Sometimes it is hard to confront our real choices, which at times goes with the evaluation for a larger good.
So to say, it spurs out of nothingness but we are to give the essence and the benefit to the users, which of course is the aim of any undertaking. As I got into the new arena of which I was totally uninformed, a huge portion needs to be skew and worked out.
Education can suffice one’s need but not the core values, which comes with sacrifice, taking the less trodden path making the subject in general to rely on the verbal commitment and delivering the entrusted duties. I come from a different background as oppose to my field at present so a lot to do, re-imposed and re learn the needs and aspiration of the people in focus.
The vitality will come because of accumulating individual’s application, which is distinguishable, as well as coherent to the applied field which I hope is the key to change, a change is real.

Companion

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

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

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.

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.