Keep Hopes Alive.....

Keep Hopes Alive..

Wake-up, wake-up
O’ little flower
Smile, smile
O’ little flower

Fill the air
With fragrance rare
Glow, glow,
O’ little flower
Smile, smile
O’ little flower

As the darkness descends
The Sun will go
Moon shall come
Walking soft and slow

Don’t get disheartened
When the owl toots
Just be in touch
With your own roots

For it shall be
Another day tomorrow
Keep hopes alive
We’ll meet to say ‘Hello’

Bloom, bloom
O’ little flower
Smile, smile
O’ little flower

Thoughts As They Came.. iv

Am I liked ..
Oh, what a turmoil!
Do I like...
Aha, life's so beautiful !

xxx

Thoughts As They Came…iii

To avoid dust
I shut the window
Light too stays away.

XXX

Heart’s cries can be heard
Only by another heart
Will mind ever permit?

XXX

Being with you
And keeping you in dark
How will I get the light…

XXX

ORIGIN OF A LITTLE MORE THAN ORDINARY..

Early 1990s saw a lot of upheaval in my life and
I embarked on a journey of my own inner space so as to know myself better and develop my own philosophy about living. And that’s when the poem I place here today was born in my heart (somewhere in 1992) and gave me my path and my goal to at least become…

A LITTLE MORE THAN ORDINARY

God gifted me one life on this beautiful planet
To breathe fresh air, to laugh, to smile
To love and be loved, to explore mysteries of each day
To give wings to my thoughts,
To hold sunshine each morning in my palm,
And to spread a sheet of moonlight
All over my body, every night …

Yes, God sent me to chitchat with the twinkling stars,
To touch the skies riding a rainbow splashing colours
Of my happiness on the glowing canvas
Of a blushing evening, and to quietly endure the pain
Growing at the frightening sight of the rudderless boat
Of my life, loaded with millions of gleaming dreams,
Getting drowned in the merciless sea of shapeless humanity..

True, I came to feel warmth of tears born out of
Strange touch of a friend’s masked affection
Creating infinite holes in an already wounded heart
But then, also to have some parts of my lovely childhood
Dancing and cuddling around bestowing me with
Pure happiness as innocent as a dew drop
Resting softly on the petals of a just bloomed rose..

Before sending me for my sojourn, God had commanded,
“Hey, to experience life in all its glory and splendor
listen to the voice of your soul, always!”
And today I confess that the thankless I betrayed God
By keeping the door to my soul tightly shut
Letting it suffer in the darkened depths of my inner space
Just like millions of ordinaries walking on this planet..

Enlightened with truth, I dared to take a plunge
To visit those darkened depths of my own inner space
And in the process becoming a lot more Self-Aware
By opening the door to my Soul and quietly
Listening to all the wisdom hidden inside
Gaining strength to face the world rejuvenated
And try to become a little more than ordinary..

TELLING A LIE

Quietly in my mind a doubt arises
Whenever I find myself telling a lie
In that moment when I kill the truth
Do I stay alive or I too die?

MATURITY?

From my book 'A Little More Than Ordinary"
for all my friends and visitors on this blog... This poem
written sometime in 1992 had won first prize in
a local competiton where poems in any language were
permitted. This one was the only entry in English..

When my mother died
I openly cried
Because I was a child
I was spontaneous..

When my father died
Only my heart cried
Eyes couldn't
Because
I had grown-up

Now that humanity is dying
Neither my heart
Nor my eyes are crying
and I wonder
Have I become mature...?