The power of blind

Walking through the crowd I tried making my way,
Stumbling through my path I lost myself,
Help I sought on being confused with my steps...

Vision, I had to see fear guarding my path
Vision, I had to see people stopping me all along,
Blind, I was to view my path
Blind, I was to find guide all along....

Walking through the crowd he made his way,
Neither did he stumble nor did he fall,
A stick in his hand helped him through it all..

No vision he needed to view his path,
No guide was needed to assist all along,
Blind, he was to the fear which guarded his path,
Blind, he was to the people who stop him all along...

Changing colours of life...

  The colour is going to change,
  the present is a moment fleeting by.
  my heart is holding on its beats...
 
  Vast sky lies stretched in front of me,
  i watch it being draped in orange gleam.
  mesmerizing beauty my eyes cannot behold
  reflecting the happiness, revealing life.

  the hovering clouds trying to hide the sun,
  the sky is now being draped in lilac hue.
  beauty raised by necklace of cirrus clouds..
  reflecting the love, the essence of life

  the tinge of sun has escaped the horizon,
  the sky is now being draped in black.
  the beauty once present is barely visible
  reflecting the sadness, the concealed life.

  the dim light is showing up the hiding moon,
  the sky is now being draped with twinkling stars
  the beauty never lost is now revealed
  reflecting the hope, trusting life.

  The colour is going to change,
  the present is a moment fleeting by.
  my heart is holding on its beats...
 

 
 
 

 
 

Seeking peace

Trouble as large as ocean is holding my soul
I walk miles and miles, searching for peace.

With last hope left , i reach the place of divine
There, He sat stealing all the peace.

Troubled people queued up for begging a part of it
As helpless as they were, i followed the course.

A lady stumbling with her steps walked past us
she made her own way refusing to be part of us.

At feet of divine, she delivered all the peace
The almighty filled with peace, gave away part of it.

With quivering eyes, I looked at her
holding my hand, she lead me past the troubled.

The ocean of trouble changed into dew,
Now left with peace , I return it all.

A dew appears small, when ocean is known
A trouble appears small, when troubled are seen.

The ocean holding the soul, evaporated with a flicker
the condensed dew now glistened the soul.

Imprisoned by our own thoughts

   Fear is the guard, caged lies the thoughts
   the gate is closed to the world outside
   troubled thoughts are waiting for their turn

   the guard is appointed by heart
   the brain is the cage providing the space
   imprisoned thoughts are judged by time

   Time is playing wicked games
   the thoughts are being tested hard
   guards are ordered to filter the thoughts
   the thoughts are lost, words are free

   The day will come when time will change
   strength will win over fear
   open will be the gate
   the world will then witness the change
 

A moment unnoticed

 

A beautiful moment like a butterfly comes fluttering by

craving  for joy,  my feet lifts up in the air.

it spreads its wings tempting me to the beauty unrevealed,

a blink of eye steals the joy from my heart.

I weep to my heart for letting the moment pass untouched,

A beautiful moment like a butterfly comes fluttering by

 it makes a place in my  soul waiting to be held.

 too busy i was weeping for lost,

 unnoticed it passed leaving me touched....

                               

Twinned crystals :)

Two crystals He gave telling me to choose one,
confused which one to choose i thought to refuse.

returning both was easier than keeping one,
holding them together my hands stretch out towards Him,
Lord smiled and said "take one",
amazed i was to see,
"twinned crystals" shinning together.

Divine beauty!!

The beautiful white flower swayed in air,
it spoke of  its beauty with pride.
beneath the flower lying was a dark stone,
the flower looked upon the stone for words of praise,
the stone just returned the smile.

The flower saw a pink rose blooming by its side,
it now spoke of its beauty with desire.
the flower looked upon the stone for words of praise,
the stone just returned the smile.

The flower saw a white rose grown so tall,
it now spoke of its beauty with ego.
the flower looked upon the stone for words of praise,
the stone just returned the smile.

The flower saw a colorful flower touched by all,
it now spoke of its beauty with envy.
the flower looked upon the stone for words of praise,
the stone just returned the smile.

The flower now cried for the beauty it carved,
a drop of tear fall on the stone.
the flower could see its own reflection on the stone,
the beauty was fading, left were few days.
The ever pitied stone was shinning with beauty so divine
the flower saw the stone,
the stone just returned the smile.