In the Arms of an Archipelago

As the calm and serene waves of green
Below the surface wage a battle unseen
Tumultuous thoughts ebb and flow
Darkness of desire, dreams aglow

 

 

As solitary islands lie amidst the waves
Needs of life mingle with wants & craves
The overwhelming desire to absorb it all
The ocean, the sky; sights big and small

 

Like drops of rain mingled with the mist
Little grains of sand cascading from my fist
Little joys of life are few and far between
While we dwell incessantly on what has been

 

As sand gives way beneath running feet
At the heavenly place where earth, land and sky meet
The past yields to a glorious future yet to be
Life, here I come. I have an answer to thee

Failure

Failure is considered a disgrace,
Because of it many troubles we have to face;
But what slips our mind
Is what failures lead behind.

They may bring setback for a time
But failure is not a crime,
Failures do not discourage any one:
But they are not a source of fun.

Failure in fact is a warning,
To what worse may be coming,
To change for the better, they help us
The story of failure ends thus.....

NOTE: Written by me in 1996

Life and Friendship

Ever since this world was created
Love and hate have been at war
Hate has won many battles
But love has never been far.

The greatest gift of God
Is the gift of life
Joy, peace and friendship are
The very essence of being alive.

I hope you enjoy the days yet to come
With limitless joys and troubles few
A good friend you have been
So a very happy new year to you

NOTE: Written in 2000 for a friend

Realization

Life is replete with misery
Death bathes in peace
Isin't love of life therefore
Like loving a dreaded disease.
Compared to sorrow, the joys of life
Are minuscule by far.
Yet we savor the insignificant delights
Etched in memory, standstill as the Northern Star

All this is an illusion
Everything that we see
It may please our senses
But the truth it can never be
Life after death!
Could Death deal me such a blow
It ends life - it must!!!
True peace, how else shall I know?

NOTE: Written when I was probably pretty depressed.. no idea when

Teachers

Throughout our lives one hand guides us
Irrespective of the boundaries which divide us
It carries a light brightening our way.
We may falter but it doesn't sway.
It helps us achieve success and fame
Be it in studies or in a game.
It helps us maintain our life
Amidst all difficulties and strife

If we follow it, we are sure to gain
Freedom from vices, greed and vain.
This hand is but, the teachings of one
Pure as rain and bright as the sun.
That person is no less than a preacher
But better known to us a a Teacher.


NOTE: Written in 1997 on the occasion of Teacher's day.

Life to Me

Life to me is a gushing stream
Neither bliss nor a dream.
It flows on without rest
Our patience and perseverance it does test.
I cannot define what life is
But, I only this
That I must toil day and night
And try with all my might..
People die but no one cares
Even at a dead body no one stares
Even I will die: that I know
But before I die and go.
I will leave my mark on the mind of man
And then to forget me who can.

NOTE: Written by me sometime around when I was 15 years old