Human beings are convenient !!!!

On that day I was sitting on ground
Staring at butterflies flying around
Yeah I was in a perfect serene place
The place was full of peace and grace
The pond was filled with water so clear
I was afraid lest I make it dirty by going near
The grass was soft and green
It was a beautiful place unseen
I could hear some distant voices
Coming from some eternal sources
I wondered why nobody was around
Was I in heaven or earth, living or dead?
Why are the voices coming from so far?
Why has this place given way to scream?
May be I was asleep or was seeing a dream
Suddenly I had regained the bliss
Wondering yet, what was that thing amiss?
Slowly I am loosing that memory
I can recall only the beauty and serenity
Yeah we human beings are convenient
Perhaps I can not explain as matter of fact
We forget the bad and only good remains
I am glad that this amnesia sustains

In the end

In the end the efforts put does not matter

In the end the broken dreams does not matter

In the end the desires of heart does not matter

In the end the fallen glory does not matter

In the end the goodness of heart does not matter

In the end the values of life does not matter

In the end the moral of system does not matter

In the end teachings of school does not matter

In the end I do not matter

In the end not even the life matter

In the end nothing matter

In the end the what matters does not matter

The wish

Scorching blazing heat of afternoon
Gave way to sunset bringing relief
Moon and stars gathered in sky
Cool breeze welcomed the eve
Birds chirped with mischief
Trees sang a song of relief
To play under dusky sky
Came running kids with joy
Alas! This blissful dusk gave way to night
With that came shadows and fear outright
The moon tried to keep mood upbeat
Kept showing way with gracious light
Stars did their best to shine in sky
But when has monsters been shy?
Gone are the birds chirping
Gone are the kids playing
Cool breeze has gotten chilling cold
Trees are standing holding fear untold
How I wish the sun rise again
Even when it brings burning heat foreseen
Enjoy playing out without constraint is
the wish without competent!!!

Xanadu

There is a wonderful place
Filled with joy and grace
Birds sing song at dawn
Flowers bloom in the lawn
The grass is green everywhere
The famine or draught is nowhere
The place is called Xanadu
So said a wise man in blue
Its somewhere near horizon
Across the danger zone
There are big monsters on the way
To capture and move you away
You have to believe yourself
To turn the danger into relief
The place has gifts umpteen
Reach out don’t just see it in dream

My dream

In dreams I saw a dream
Which kindled my emotional stream
I dreamt of impossible
Which I always believed feasible
I dreamt of walking to the horizon
And become the aura of rising sun
I don’t know the road that leads to horizon
It remains a mystery unknown
I can see this dream vacillating
Or am I hallucinating
I thought of a possible lead
I ended up in a deadlock instead
The dream now looks impossible
Maybe it was never feasible
Yet I see the horizon and the rising sun
Burning my heart, arousing the passion

sitting on seashore

Sitting on seashore I see the horizon
I think of the days bygone
I think of the dreams I have been seeing all along
The dreams I had seen at night
And the dreams I had seen in bright daylight
I think of the dreams I forgot at dawn
And I think of the dreams I chased till noon
Some proved themselves the boon
Others deserted me like ripple soon
Now sitting on seashore I see the horizon
And I think of the days bygone
I think of the days I feel dear
And I think of the people who were near
The summer holidays and all its sizzles
The festive season and its entire dazzle
I think of the days when I slept like lazy
And I think of the days when I worked like crazy
Some shacked me with laughter
Others pierced me and made me tougher
Now sitting on seashore I see the horizon
And I think of the days bygone

Stream to River

Breaking all barriers, stream of water
Moves out of mountain to become a river
Circumventing path through mountains
Even cutting a few stones
Emerging as mere fountain
Keeps striving to become a river and meet ocean
When everything surrounds its way
Creating barricade and stopping its flow
It jumps down the mountain believing its ability
Hence nature rewards it with immense beauty
Having crossed hurdle of mountain
It finds itself in beautiful plain
The stream of water can not hold its giggle
It has found its dream with struggle
Nature is all amazed at its flare
The stream has finally become the river