Goodness
By helping, spending time with them-
Goodness on its own shall flourish within
Keeping you busy in your new found dream.
Tag: Poetry
The Dream Sequence
much like you watch the score-board,
when your favourite team seems to lose,
only this time you are in the Noah’s ark
with your species and the storm is
intimidating, indiscriminately so.
Walking on The Cliff
Do you keep going on
the cliff, much like the mule
carrying you on the hill-mall?
My River
Unmarred by clouds of fear of an
impending strife, for you refuse to
reflect them on your rippling self,
I gently call you, “My own river!”
We May Never Know
Evolving as humans, expected to save God’s life
Swelling into many, humans confront God’s existence
Biggest mistake by God, paves way for her destruction
We may never kno
The Old Man with His Plate
He was a beggar indeed,
But never stole other’s plate,
Felt I missed him.
Put a coin in his empty plate.
Daybreak
I walked along the aisles of the meadow
Everywhere there’s a riot of colour,
Sweet smell of flowers wafted in the air
Creating a surreal atmosphere.
Lamination
How can a rustic like me respond
To a mad world moving at a breakneck speed?
How does he come out of his long – held creed?
While I still grapple with the monstrous tech age
And vainly try to come to terms with it,
A Spatial Wish
To look at astral objects all;
With that fulfilled, I’ll acquire
The stature of a man tall.
Recapitulation
Once you find where you erred,
Resolve not to repeat that again-
And know that you incurred no great loss,
For in reform there’s permanent gain.