The Old Lion’s Roar

The Old lion’s Roar

Was it the same as the

Lion’s old Roar?

Nay, Not so

A roar?

A whimper may be

Crushed by the very life

It fought to live…..

A scary thought

The fate wrought

The Old lion’s roar

Was it the same as the

Lion’s old Roar?

Nay, Not so

A roar?

A thunder may be

Strengthened by the very life

Which tried to kill

A mighty thought

The dream sought

Why is it so?

I once grew a flower

A thing of beauty

Unparalleled pure

I put it on a window sill

And saw it wither

Maligned and withered

I hated it so

I let it die

In the cellar low

A thing of pride

brought so low

Many a flower since then

Have I grown

Not one shown

None brought so low!

Can anyone tell me,

Why is it so?

Advices, my Friend, are hated most by men

There was a boy
and My, what a boy was he!
Advices he gave away for free!
His friendships ended up in a mess
The reasons for which he could not guess

He knew not, I guess,
the saying old--
'Advices, my friend, are hated most by men!'

People of wisdom have have told thus time and again
Their effort , to me, seems to be in vain
For their advice we never did heed
(for reasons obvious indeed) ;)
Advices my friend are hated most by men!

Ways of Life

Ways of Life

Life’s ways

The Sceptre of fate

The way it sways……….

Keeps us dumbfounded,

Reveals not, where to, we are bounded



Ways of Life

Life’s ways

Tells us so much

Yet leaves so much unsaid

The Sceptre of fate

The way it sways

Makes us believe we know everything

And shows us we know nothing



Ways of Life

Life’s ways

The Sceptre of fate

The way it sways……….

Is it what makes me believe in You

Is it what makes me run to You

In fear, in awe

In helplessness, in tears

In joy and happiness I know You not

Is it what You are then

A creation of mind, a mind full of fears

Stars of the Sky

Stars of the Sky

Look so near

But each step says

One more step dear!

Stars of the sky

Look so dear

But ever given a thought

How they look from near----

Heat,dust

Nebulous smoke

Everything to

Make us choke

Stars of the sky

Look so near

But each step says

One more step dear!

Step by step

I have walked a mile too long

Everything looks so dear

from here----

-the stars,

the things that ,

to me, until now were near!

Lost!

She walked around lost
The city seemed to have forgotten her
Or was it she who had forgotten her way
It was not clear

She was sad, her eyes lifeless
They reminded one of the time
She had been happy
Around men
Now she walked alone
In the forest—dead and
Gone, No animals to keep her company
The men had taken them all

Far away in the city
The men had lost it all—
Their minds I mean;
They lived or rather
Walked around doing their
Things
No time to share a thing
Let alone joy
They laughed a lot- not that they had forgotten how to
But it was more a laughter
Of mirth than merry
Proving each other how happy they were
Trying hard to forget
Let alone let others know
How unhappy they were
Deep down there—the heart-
Once a hearth of warmth
Now lay cold—not a piece of wood or pinch of ash
to be seen
--No, the fires had burnt long back-Everybody
had forgotten when

In their minds some cursed
Themselves
For having shunned her—yes
She knew how to make them
Happy-she could light
their hearths again
But alas, where was one to find her now
Had they shunned
Or had she left, no one to turn to, no one to save her
Lost in theirselves
Everybody had forgotten her-
Alas for too long- for now she had left……
Never to return again