flooded with rain
i wash
the past
of pain
the pain
i had, in myself
filled with ignorance
i turn towards the Light
the Light
Divine
shows the way
to live and breathe
breathing again
i rose from the grave
the reality--
i see with my eyes now
woken up to Life
ahead my Life
the living of the dead
will be dead
coming out of the refuge
of the lies, so blinding
to the Truth
i metamorphose myself into
into the dreams
long cherished
abandoned by this ...
i dream again, dream more!
the Life i live
will be of myself
the my self in its
true aura
the aura radiating
the light of
happiness that i received
the strength i gain from lies, over lies
over this road
will i tread upon
laughing along the way
laughing at the humor of the dead
the tears dried
into tears of new Light
that washed into power
of living the new, change...
Change,
life's truth
is the blessing
that I'll never forget...
along my way now
stronger than yesterday
more happy, in bliss
in myself, established.
established trust
faith and hope true
truth comes into me, eternal
I see the New Light.
Friday, November 21, 2008
tOMORROW wILL cOME !
Tomorrow, the Sun will rise.
Yes, the Sun of my Soul will rise again.
Like the Phoenix from the ashes, the soul will be mine.
The heart will sing again, with pure love in my arms, love of God.
Happiness and bliss in my heart, I'll carry on my handiwork. God's Handiwork.
Tomorrow will come.
Yes, the Sun of my Soul will rise again.
Like the Phoenix from the ashes, the soul will be mine.
The heart will sing again, with pure love in my arms, love of God.
Happiness and bliss in my heart, I'll carry on my handiwork. God's Handiwork.
Tomorrow will come.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
3 Innocent Killed in a Blast!
3 innocent killed in a blast
in connaught in delhi,
in front of mc-d's
the fav hot-spot of crowd's confluence
john and mary were together
for half and four years
in love, they brought an angel
edwin on this Earth!
that old lady, john's mentor
tanned dark in the heat
of the Sun, that had
already set in her life
her name was lost
in the novel of oblivion
authored by john
before he married wealth.
a begging bowl was all she
held in the palm of her hand--
five years back, it held the keys
to the entire three billion
add to it another two billion
made by the marriage to it
brought mary in dowry with it,
by so called unconditional love.
ah! how was this possible?
by the removal of father-in-law--
to compensate for the loss in census,
he made the baby edwin.
it was sunday afternoon
two years later, the age
of the boy, the perfect
family, basking in happiness
the night before, the mother
hugged her son, slept tightly
while the father was out on business--
of losing money for a night's pleasure.
this morning, the mother dropped
her son to school, with a kiss
the father dropped five grand
and that too, with sheets, and kiss.
the bell rang, signaling the end
of the school, the mother and
the father came, picked him up,
striking the strings of family, together!
this afternoon, the bomblast !
blew a broken pavement, a dried tree
a crow, who had as much poison
and 3 innocent people.
mary was shattered
she lost everyone she had
tears were frozen in her eyes
became motionless in deep shock.
she donated the wealth
to charity for welfare
of the socially challenged
old, blind, crippled, mentally..
she went in peace
deep in meditation
found her self
pure and divine, as God.
the crippled betrayed mother, john's creator,
went to God in salvation, all her karmas
paid, the final test being passed--
of Destiny's face mirrored by her's!
had john been alive
she would have known
him, a murderer, a perfect
betrayal, thirsty for wealth, lust..
broken,
solaced by wine,
heart filled with emptiness,
just as her wishes for Life would have...
had her child been alive
he would have carried the
father's mother's traits-- drunken mary
would have died in car crash..
God's writ Destiny :
The headlines of today:
"3 innocent victims
killed in a Bomb Blast!"
in connaught in delhi,
in front of mc-d's
the fav hot-spot of crowd's confluence
john and mary were together
for half and four years
in love, they brought an angel
edwin on this Earth!
that old lady, john's mentor
tanned dark in the heat
of the Sun, that had
already set in her life
her name was lost
in the novel of oblivion
authored by john
before he married wealth.
a begging bowl was all she
held in the palm of her hand--
five years back, it held the keys
to the entire three billion
add to it another two billion
made by the marriage to it
brought mary in dowry with it,
by so called unconditional love.
ah! how was this possible?
by the removal of father-in-law--
to compensate for the loss in census,
he made the baby edwin.
it was sunday afternoon
two years later, the age
of the boy, the perfect
family, basking in happiness
the night before, the mother
hugged her son, slept tightly
while the father was out on business--
of losing money for a night's pleasure.
this morning, the mother dropped
her son to school, with a kiss
the father dropped five grand
and that too, with sheets, and kiss.
the bell rang, signaling the end
of the school, the mother and
the father came, picked him up,
striking the strings of family, together!
this afternoon, the bomblast !
blew a broken pavement, a dried tree
a crow, who had as much poison
and 3 innocent people.
mary was shattered
she lost everyone she had
tears were frozen in her eyes
became motionless in deep shock.
she donated the wealth
to charity for welfare
of the socially challenged
old, blind, crippled, mentally..
she went in peace
deep in meditation
found her self
pure and divine, as God.
the crippled betrayed mother, john's creator,
went to God in salvation, all her karmas
paid, the final test being passed--
of Destiny's face mirrored by her's!
had john been alive
she would have known
him, a murderer, a perfect
betrayal, thirsty for wealth, lust..
broken,
solaced by wine,
heart filled with emptiness,
just as her wishes for Life would have...
had her child been alive
he would have carried the
father's mother's traits-- drunken mary
would have died in car crash..
God's writ Destiny :
The headlines of today:
"3 innocent victims
killed in a Bomb Blast!"
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Walking Down The Pavement..
Walking down the pavement,
she opened the door, entered barista
wearing stilettos, at 3 am
two people saw her...
the floral dress, white and black,
she hanged around a little,
looked as if just had an ecstasy
and was going the aftermath..
she looked divine to me..
but to other, she was attractive --
only that much for a number
and fifty and thousand rupees..
he walked over to her
asked her for hot cuppa' coffee
she smiled a little,
said her credit card was outta order
so, he said, dun worry
i have the cash
let's go, wherever you want to,
for he was the minister's son..
Ah! there i wished i had
but a talk and a walk with her
to get to know her...
but she never glanced at me..
she already had said yes
to go 'uck n forget, yea, and earn
to be the one heck of a slu'
but, was she?
looking into her eyes, and the
smoothness of her hands
she was never meant to be--
her family couldn't support her education..
ministers say..
they spend one-fifth on education..
do they? i guess so...
here was how.
she was ambitious, nay, very
bold and beautiful, coming from
where there are no ideals,
just as the person she said yes to..
highest or lowest, it's all the same
i guess, they are without any shame
free, hopeful, and unburdened
totally unaware of what they do!
i had no reaction
but just to ponder over..
on things, as numbers on stock index
why the fall, why the rise, why the trend?
had she but was there at 3 pm
walking down the same pavement,
he would never had looked on her
and i would have asked her on a date..
she opened the door, entered barista
wearing stilettos, at 3 am
two people saw her...
the floral dress, white and black,
she hanged around a little,
looked as if just had an ecstasy
and was going the aftermath..
she looked divine to me..
but to other, she was attractive --
only that much for a number
and fifty and thousand rupees..
he walked over to her
asked her for hot cuppa' coffee
she smiled a little,
said her credit card was outta order
so, he said, dun worry
i have the cash
let's go, wherever you want to,
for he was the minister's son..
Ah! there i wished i had
but a talk and a walk with her
to get to know her...
but she never glanced at me..
she already had said yes
to go 'uck n forget, yea, and earn
to be the one heck of a slu'
but, was she?
looking into her eyes, and the
smoothness of her hands
she was never meant to be--
her family couldn't support her education..
ministers say..
they spend one-fifth on education..
do they? i guess so...
here was how.
she was ambitious, nay, very
bold and beautiful, coming from
where there are no ideals,
just as the person she said yes to..
highest or lowest, it's all the same
i guess, they are without any shame
free, hopeful, and unburdened
totally unaware of what they do!
i had no reaction
but just to ponder over..
on things, as numbers on stock index
why the fall, why the rise, why the trend?
had she but was there at 3 pm
walking down the same pavement,
he would never had looked on her
and i would have asked her on a date..
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Day One: Inner Happiness begins at home
That's the question that I think the answer would be us, even for a believer or an atheist.
The question that I've started asking myself everyday is:
'What I've really done rightfully selflessly, to give someone true happiness?'
The answer I did not get for a past few days. I was being so selfish as to ask others to waste their resources over my hurts and bruises, that I forgot theirs.
I feel that at the end of the day, when we lay down on our beds, before taking the rest to our tired souls, we should ask ourselves this.
However, jokes apart, I think this is more sort of a check by jury mechanism rather than a progressive one. I mean like, it's more of quality control, rather than being a developmental one.
So, today I have come up with,
'What can I do today rightfully, selflessly, to give someone happiness?'
I asked this today myself just the first thing after I got up, and the first answer i got was:
'Hug your mom and dad, and say, "I love you." '
And I did. And it really gave them happiness...
Happiness, I strongly feel is not made up in things. It is made in hearts. True souls, hearts selfless, are eternally happy, and more than that, they are in state of bliss. Besides that, it does also contributes a lot to inner strength and happiness.
I'm glad I've implemented the first answer, and I will continue doing it. That will surely spread happiness in my caring family.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Telling Me ..
The earth revolves in ellipses.
The hands of the clock move in circles.
Hills and villages are traversed by gypsies.
The water in a waterfall gurgles.
No one tells anyone to do anything-
Why should anyone tell me?
Even gods give choices to everything
Asking us to choose and accept with glee!
When I ask you, you do not tell.
When you ask, I tell you.
You tell me to distinguish between heaven and hell-
While you tell yourself that there is nothing such, because of no clue!
You tell me to do this thing in that manner
While you do that thing in this way!
Why, then, do you raise truth’s banner?
When lies are the only thing you tell, and say!
Don’t tell me,
If you don’t practice what you preach.
Don’t tell me to ask you! See!
When you ignore and screech!
- Abhishek Syal
This poem is written with the mindset of a teenager, or a college student. It is in this age that he dwells a lot on the duality that the common world gives his eyes to see and his ears to hear! It envisions the growth self-realization and individualism, to which he is attracted fatally to. He is the member of Gen-Y, the latest generation, and therefore, he believes in absolute, and cannot believe in anything which has no existence or proof or is devoid of logic behind its existence. There is also a surge of rightful attitude, which asserts one true self, in the direction towards an Identity. However, he believes in no God, and no spirituality, the ideals of which are replaced by the Self.
Notice the starting letter of Gods in the poem. Any difference? Now, Can you guess why???
Saturday, September 27, 2008
To Win..
Sometimes, i think that winning isn't everything.
I think sometimes losing is better than winning. You learn the lesson with losing, that many times, is lost during winning.
Sometimes, you gotta lose to win. To win the war, you gotta lose the battle.
Sometimes, in Life, you gotta lose to learn how to win, and win big!
Failures are the pillars to success. Learning from mistakes build the shelter to success!
I think sometimes losing is better than winning. You learn the lesson with losing, that many times, is lost during winning.
Sometimes, you gotta lose to win. To win the war, you gotta lose the battle.
Sometimes, in Life, you gotta lose to learn how to win, and win big!
Failures are the pillars to success. Learning from mistakes build the shelter to success!
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