A cherub on one day, a dude the next.
Not afraid of truth first. Later looks for a pretext.
At a mindboggling pace does time fly by,
while we do things on earth and keep wondering why.
Monthly Archives: May 2013
Addiction #Q174
Takes your time away, takes the people away,
takes your life away and your dreams.
Will take even you away, won’t leave you anyway.
Escaping its clutches isn’t easy as it seems.
Fallen Heroes #Q173
It’s not pixies and angels who weave magic and carry lights.
Cricketers do it when they proudly don their whites.
Inspire many do they to practise days and nights.
Corrupt side of the ‘hero’ appears when their greed comes and bites.
Electricity #Q172
Invisible to the naked eye, yet valued by all-
love, happiness, loyalty, hope and other good things.
Another secures its spot with the limitless joy it brings.
Made of subatomic particles – smallest of the small.
Summer Rains #Q171
When water hits the Cuddapah stone, the sound chills the heart.
Anticipation of something glorious triggers the happiness within.
Petrichor of earth on summer days is of that sort.
Appreciation of nature and God with it does begin.
Power #Q170
“Power corrupts,” some say. “Power is poison,” say others.
Writers and thinkers agree, and so do caring mothers.
What all man can and will do for and after gaining power!
Uses it to suppress the weak. Uses it as a cover.
Patience #Q169
“A banyan in the seed takes time to wake”.
Even an egg takes long to naturally break.
Wait you must to get the fruit.
Life’s not a computer to instantly boot.
Musical Notes #Q168
Now a crescendo, later a diminuendo.
One by one they sail in the air.
Tied with harmony, guided by tempo,
Ecstasy they give – hard to bear.
Mother #Q167
She gives shape. She gives life. She gives shape to life.
She knows to teach. She knows to love. And she teaches love.
She might be a daughter, and a sister, and a loving wife.
It’s when she becomes a mother, her love reaches the notch above.
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Stories #Q166
Partner one might have, love they might not.
Peace might be lost, unlike the wealth they sought.
Some hearts abound with joy, while only sorrow others carry.
Look deep down inside. Everyone has a story.
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