Sometimes

Sometimes you feel low

After life’s mighty blow

Wait, don’t get up just as yet

Wait, for the feeling has not sunk in yet!

The grief will seem great

Locked will seem fate

Weak will seem your might

Wait, for it’s no time to get up and fight

Wait, for it’s alright not to fight

Let your grief strike

Let it score a point

Let  it smother your mind

And tear your soul

Trampled thus and cornered so

The mind will soar

Wait, for the time is not ripe yet

When the moment is right

The path will shine bright

Wait not now, Waste not your time

For the moment could not be more right

To pick up your might and  kickstart your fight

The This That Dictate

Gals are neither this

Nor guys that

Men are neither this

Nor women that

   Heroes are neither this

Nor villains that

The this of a villain

Or was it a that?

Remove a this and add a that

A hero a villain, A villain a hero

A foe a friend, A friend a foe

So hangs our bagful of woe

Decisions are made

Assuming a this or a that

Things we think happen

Because of a this or a that

Will we ever relinquish the this that dictate?

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?