The Way

To please
And be pleased
OR
To face
And to have a face?
IF
To please is cowardice
To face is bravery
IF
To please is bravery
To face is cowardice
BUT
When the 'IF's are no more
To face is the WAY.

If pruning is the way to growth, if pain is gain, why count the lost joys.....just face it and have a face!!

Ripples

A raindrop into -
The  calm stream fell;
Generated wings all around
Seeking and yearning
To touch the shores of
The unknown, the eternal...
Each wing set on flight
Unto a direction different,

From the centre known

Aiming the centre unknown...
Many a wings born and faded
But for which DEAD
Would have been
The stream.

The search

The life
A short stay
A long search
For a list of things
Longer than itself
I too search
Like you
But without
Lists of any kind
For nothing but life!

The rays

The door opened;
Streams of rays
Dashed out incessantly;
Penetrating through-
And through, a ray
Reached her,
Rejuvenating-
The very old sheen.

The commencement
Of transfigurations…

The ray radiant
Fell into her eyes,
Forming a single twinkle;
That became,
The corner star
Of the then created
Milky Way,
Stunningly luminous.

Keep ajar the heart
To emit the rays of joy!

The Everlasting…!

The bells of bliss jingled,
The December night dwindled;
A smiling dew drop dangling,
From a leaf tip fresh and lovely
Shared silently the snowy season,
Its sweetness, through a sparkle;
It carried in its silvery soul
The memories of a night, silent
With its twinkling eyes and
Smiling face, and its cool breeze-
Pampered the droplet and dropped,
A blanket cozy and melodious on it.
The glittering eyes to it narrated,
The birth of the blessed child, whose
Eyes glowed as bright as a thousand-
Of them, to receive whom they gathered.
Slowly flowed to the nature’s bosom,
The golden streams of the day’s King;
And the cute little dew drop with its
Treasure chest, precious and eternal,
Of cherishable and memorable memories,
Disappeared into the thin air that-
Surrounded, to be born again and again
In the December nights to come!!!

THE SINKING STAR
The most beautiful flower
Fades and withers away;
The sparkling silvery drops
And the morn`s mistVanishes ,
when the Golden eye
Of the vast blue opens up;
The melodious musings of
The cuckoo,the pretty petals
Of the butterflies,everything
But the beauty of the setting sun,
Is squeezed and crushed by
The awesome hands of Time.
The splendour of the King`s chariot
With all its sundry hues.....
Of gold,silver and jade
His precious experiences, echoed
In the chirrupings of those
Retreating dancing birds,
Presents every eye and ear
A golden gift to be cherished
Forever and ever and ever.....!

The Seasons of Life

My wet feet proceeded
Leaving vague impressions
On the silky sand bank.
A sparkling eye reflected
The golden sun beams
Onto mine eyes;

Seeking for the source
They stumbled upon
A pebble smooth and soft,
A glassy stone blazing
Cherishing those moments
Joyful ere the quake;

Gleaming with mirth
In that pretty little box,
Of the charming sylvan girl
In a garb of memories;
The moments of fall
And the enchantment;

Rolling in the river,
In tune with its rhythm.
But the tide of bliss
Faded away like ripples
Created by its very fall;
And a new voyage began:

Of struggle and sorrow
Molding and mending
Stumbling and smoothening.
As it lies on the shore
Bathing in the sun proudly
Recollecting the unique moments,

I read from its gaze
The seasons of life!!