Yesterday It Rained

Yesterday it rained

Today it is but sunshine

Look what you would have missed

If you had not borne the rain for sometime

The rainbow, the lining

The parting clouds, the golden rays

Look what you would have missed

If you had not borne the rain for sometime

The drops that fell

The wet ground

The saplings that sprung

The fruits they bore

Look what you would have missed

If it had not rained for sometime

The filled wells

The lush fields

The grinding of wheat

The bread sweet

Look what you would have missed

Had it not rained for sometime

The Little Balloon

Freed from its shackle

The Little Balloon Rose Up

Till the roof where it got stuck

A little bang here A little bang there

the little Balloon did try

To escape the roof it had struck

Little while later the roof did part………

Off rose the Balloon

High Up!

(How did the roof part?

A thought not thought)

With Pride it Flew

The merrier it grew

The higher it flew

The shackles, the roof

The weaker the memory of these that grew

The stronger the turmoil within it grew

The higher it flew

The bigger it grew

Stretched beyond itself

It prayed for respite

Not one in sight

It broke into pieces – a hundred at a glance

Some say it was the helium

Some say it was the life

The Kaleidoscope

Sometimes Life makes you happy

Sometimes it makes you sad

But that’s no reason to be bad

For Life has no favourite child

Sometimes it’s yours

Sometimes someone else’s turn

To be Life’s fall guy

For Life has no unsettled scores

Life has no favourite child

Some pluses and some minuses

That’s all Life ever promises

Some broken pieces

Some petals inside

And some mirrors to go by

That’s Life’s kaleidoscope for you my dear!

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