Thursday, May 23, 2013

The garden of happiness

I went to my garden of happiness
And I saw what I had never seen
The birds of love were all sad,
Where they used to be chirping songs of love,
The green trees of faith had all gone pale,
Where they used to be standing upright
The breeze of peace was all still
Where it used to blow with serenity

And I saw what I had never seen
The strong wind of greed,
Blew my selfless love for life
The unfathomable lake of selfishness,
Drowned away the purity of my heart’s smile,
The deep, dark clouds of dishonesty
Overshadowed the beauty of my soul.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

The pyramid of friendship

With some I share my feelings of love and deepest fears,
I cherish those moments of joy and despair,
I hold dear those hours of slogging for work.

With some others, I share that lovely tear,
I cherish those moments of encouragement and appreciation,
I hold dear those hours of mindless blabber.

And then there are yet some more, I treasure just a lovely smile,
I cherish those moments of respect and sympathy,
I hold dear that instant of help and support.

Looks like it's a huge pyramid of friends and well-wishers,
But there's something common about all of them,
Close friends, good friends, work friends, play friends, all of them,
Together they taught me the toughest lessons of life,
Together they inspired me to look beyond ambition,
Together they rejuvenated my faith in love, care and respect,
Together they touched my soul giving it a life of its own.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Do I count?

With a tearful smile, I looked upon my mirror,
My mirror frowned at me, I smiled back,
I asked what was wrong with a wider smile,
Frowning, he claimed, "You failed to keep your promises."

Contemplating, I said
Calm I was, tried to be, all the time, mostly
Moments of composure flashed through my mind
and I winked at my mirror
My mirror yelled "Does getting angry at yourself not count?"

Thinking further, filled with confusion, I said
Benevolent I was, as much as I could be, all the time, mostly
Moments of love and kindness filled my heart
And I smiled at my mirror
My mirror smirked "What about being compassionate to yourself?"

Thinking yet some more, filled with remorse, I said
Honest I was, tried to be, all the time, mostly,
Moments of truth and verity wiped my soul
And I gazed at my mirror
My mirror mocked "Were you honest to yourself?"

Awestruck by the image of my mirror,
I flipped through the pages of life,
only to ask "Do I count?"
In my anger, in my compassion, in my honesty.