GOD... the Ultimate

Where all fails

There GOD hails,

Some say HE got crucified by nails...

Others preach HIS music ruled the vales...

HIM, we trust,

To please HIM, we fast;

HE happens to be the sole refuge –at last

Why not seek HIM first?

When all mortal associations fail

HIM –we then hail;

Of HIM, we sometime tell a tale,

Or, worshipping HIM, sit pale.

Yet still, questions linger...

To seek him is a journey afar -

Able to be traversed in no car –

Far up – beyond any star...

Rain...

It showered...

It showered petals of pearl...

It showered on us...

The pearls trickled down -

When 'twas over,

Carrying your glory on -

As a much-thought afterthought.

Trickled it down

From the blessed - leaves

On to the soil,

The perfumed soil.

To carry the blessings on -

On to the mortals...

In cupped hands, flowers and leaves,

It collects – again

It flows in streams

Rivers and waterfalls,

And it collects and it flows -

...The ambrosia of Life;

It doesn't rest;

Does Life do?

Nay, it doesn't,

And its transparent pal

Reflects that to us;

That we may know -

Life it is...

Endless, boundless,

Going on and on, and on...

RAIN-DROPS

Pitter-patter rain drops

Falling off the sky

Falling on the young crops -

For God knows why?

Days bygone send the smell

In drops of water,

Yellow is washed out well

And drained into the gutter,

The leaves look up

As if in thanks,

In roads forms a cup,

Water washing the banks;

If less, comes draught

If more, comes flood...

Rain it is -

On the run.

The darkness of Struggle

I saw a light. A light.

Light it was – unusual, un-lightly;

My eyes couldn’t see,

My heart could feel,

My mind could rejoice,

And soul was illuminated.

Light it was – not a jumble of photons,

But a waltz of words, whose vibe

Permeated all boundaries,

Sunk all resistance. But light

Couldn’t exist without a shadow:

Grave it was, deep and gloomy,

All that is dark merging into one,

Encompassing the umbra and penumbra;

Even light couldn’t ward it off.

For they co-existed. And a fearful

Combination they made, ever so likeable –

Light and dark – their directions were all,

And they created, and they destroyed;

The cycle uninterrupted…

LIFE - as it is

Life goes on, nevertheless 

We like it or not; 

Life doesn't stop- 

Life doesn't wait- 

We like it or not. 

Life is not 24 hours, 

Seven days a week, 

Or 365 days a year- 

Life is a thousand feelings, 

A million emotions, 

And a billion thoughts- 

Life is being 'me'- 

Life is admiring 'you'- 

Life is loving 'them'- 

Who really love you; 

And "living" life 

Is our only true vocation, 

For you can't live life 

Ne'er, as you want...

Live 'life' to the fullest... that's the only thing one can really achieve.

Ode to my school

A pillared grandiose, you seemed then
A new spell in life you invoked,
To savour is what we can
To learn is what we should.
The pitch-black roads, fields and trees that stood,
All in hues of happiness
Painted vividly in the altar of Childhood,
Whilst we evanesce.
The periods that we traversed,
The games of an innocent,
Adventures interspersed,
With memoirs that withstand.
The classrooms, labs and gardens
Manning golden seats in Memory,
Nothing lackadaisical, no burdens,
Not a moment lachrymose, of a worry.
School- you are not
Institution- a wrong term
You're a rostrum we got
Ever, accommodating and firm.
A coruscating hibiscus
Where petals have each a station,
All supporting thus
The golden stalk of cognition.
Stentorian in your promulgation,
You have instilled an ideal-
Notwithstanding a procrastination
You would ring the bell,
Alma mater- they would say
Alumnus- I would be,
But can there be a day
When I won't see-
Your  nonpareil pulchritude;
In Time's fluvial test,
Among the multitude,
You would remain the best.

Life goes on...

Life goes on, regardless
Whatever one does or says;
Years and months and weeks and days,
All have separate - distinct ways...
The engine once run, never stays,
Stops at nodes with expectant gaze,
And ends... but still rays
Pierce the dark veil that sways...
Regeneration and action break the haze,
Life is but a chase...