AS I Move on to Thirty

As I move on to Thirty,
I loose my hope on dreams
For I see them scattering
As though I am a common man
Not a man of greatness
As I thought in my dreams.

I see butterflies all around
In this youthful spring
Yet to be with one for all the years
What I desire seem to be just a dream
For my inner voice still ask to see
what remains in my wallet.
Before you desire to be with someone.

Oh time Iam in race with you
And each day at thirty
Reminds me to enjoy life
And achieve what my heart desires
And not regret in life
When the last days arrive.

complex mind

Oh! sea where now my resting place I find
Where at once in soft hands marbles bind
These are sands where my first house made
Which flowed in sea yet made and played.
To say my story in this late hour of a scluptor
Is the story of men and women in books you capture
Hence I rest in peace here by make my life cease
But yet the deep sea the red sea make me please
To live and not leave this seen heaven
Where remains yet to see wonders seven.
Oh Sage sitting calm on this shore at evening
will you please assure light to this mind from drowning
"Death is certain no one can hide,but when
Thoughts and hope die on men
One find rope or sea instead of life
So see the dawn in the desk of life
Ever, is my only my word of advice.
Believe in this word if you are wise
And whisper to me your mealoncoly ode of life.
Oh I travelled through thousand lands
To find an apt face to carve with my hand
Let it stand at heights in middle of town
A man of gentle not just a clown
His eyes should see all the world atleast
His hands remain a symbol to fight against injustice.
His feets should not tremble in greatest wind
A statue reminding everyone a model of trueman.
Years before more than hundred faces I carved.
Yet none helped me to make my name distinct
None of my statutes errected in town
Some were sold but it helped to buy only a gown.
And so I hereby make my life cease.
But yet the deep sea make me please.
Can anyone make such confession
You may wonder as he did
And he didn't made such confession
For he never saw any sage
But that was his mind in last hour
For his mind ever wandered
In silly things which no one cured.

Beliefs

Through birth our journey begins
And with death it ends I think
For my quest "Is there life after death?"
Never ends with an answer still.

To believe life is once is ,Is what I feel
Will make to live this life full.
When in darkness I think
At once my body turn to ashes
I wonder what this life is for
If everthing ends for nothing
For what is what we achieve,

And in lonliness I feel
Is that only what we give
To others make us live
To heart of others
When we leave.

December

The Christmas days are coming near
Marking the end of another year.
A time to confess the deeds of yesterday
And rejoice with hopes to celebrate New Year
Leaving behind despair of yesterday.
Like a boy standing on the corridor
Gazing to the world, yet unseen
Experiencing only new vision
let I move in next year
is only my wish to thee;
with hopes and excitement.

SUN

In morn ever comes the sun

 He never fails in the run.

 Peeps through the window 

To wake, all his slept sons. 

 

"If light has come, Will dark be still"? 

And with spirit of life it fills

In every creature the warmth of joy 

To be alive in this wonderful world.

 

 Yet in that mournful hour 

When the sun sets 

A pal of gloom in every creature rest

 And then birds fly to their nest. 

To feed their little ones with pest. 

 

And in that mournful hour

 When sky fills with orange and red

 And the day dooms to silent hours.

 It reflects and moves our mind 

Somewhere with spiritual essence..

Dreams

Why often dreams that builds on hope
For years; sinks in ocean of tears
The dreams like pearls in heart
That keep why makes at times weep?
It never felt when I didn't see in you
The same depth of love as I had for you
But it felt somewhere deep in my heart
when I saw in your eyes love for someone else.
It took miles to make you smile
Atlast I saw you smile but with pity.
And then I knew What tears meant to be.

Behind the Curtain

When will the curtain raise
When all eyes glance
When all men praise
The victory of my rise.

Will the years spent behind
Will continue to the rest of my life
The night spent,the tears shed
The dreams kindle on my heart
For the victory of my rise
Continue still,unrecognised by any eyes.

Everyone has a tale to say
But only few get on their way
And only utter the tale
Where men eagerly wait for him to say.

The time spared for single aim
Behind,are meare mirage
Till the day blooms where
All eyes cast on you.

But it's true without years spent
Never Curtain will raise,
This is the common law of victory
All through my life I learnt
Through my failure which still continue.

THOUGHTS

Like murmur that we hear through waves,
And music of air that fled through ears though unclear
Thought visit our mind without fear;
From some distant corner of universe as waves.
Time though call thought a fool which hold time cool
In perfect harmony with intelect makes thought sublime
And such thought it is which exceeds the limit of time.
Not to use such thoughts is a crime for it is human greatest tool .
Thought is like a radiant light which makes human delight
In thirst of knowledge or search of light from some corner dark,
Where thoughts wander like a winged horse for little spark.
It's their thoughts that make men power in the sands of time
The unwithered thoughts that lay bright in this world around
Are thoughts of those ashes that now lay in ground.

PB SHELLY- THE INSPIRATIONAL LIGHT

Like water that flow from streams
His gentle words did seem
Flow from heart to hearts
And kindle light upon barren minds.
To measure , Iam none
Yet his words lit musical fire
On this youthful heart and mind
To write something atleast once.
Sir Shelly may be living at this age in new name
Yet in that age words writ in barren page
Calls him ever a legend.
Decades are yet to come,rise and set of sun
New rhymes and lines are yet to come
Where men writ in end their name
But never any other line sound like his song.

A Leaf from Nature

The arms that bears the sweat
The eyes that look pale
The throat that needs water to drink
Is the man in the field who sees great sights
That resembles divine beauty
On whoose hand sweat flows
And drops on ground
Where seeds are sown by his hand
Where nature smell arouse
When in field he sits and look around
In sublime silence hears only his beat of heart
Is the only man who felt and enjoy divine work of art.