Friday, December 18, 2009

The Seasons of my Mind

My mind is like the weather , I say .
The mood changes moment by moment and day by day .
Sometimes it is like the summer sun's angry heat ,
Or heavy like the monsoon clouds after defeat .
Like the autum it often sheds it's leaves and change is bold .
In moments of lonliness it feels like the winter's cold.

But the summer can also be bright , happy and gay .
Fire of the summer's angry heat , do the monsoon clouds often douse .
Change is welcome feel I may .
The festive spirit and unity does winter arouse .

But how I long for that eternal spring ,
When the flowers of opportunity always bloom , and the birds of joy always sing .
With enthusiasm should I wake up each morn ,
A zest such that I feel new , I feel reborn .
That eternal spring , when no matter what the weather is outside ,
The flowers bloom and the birds sing inside .

Saturday, December 12, 2009


It is a mystery to me ,
It's purpose not known .
It unleashes a swirl of questions in me .
What is life ? Why was I born ?
Is it real or is it the clever trickey of a magician ?
Or is my life a dream or an illusion ?
Perhaps I am a character ,
Created by a writer .
Springing into life when I am awake, when the book is being read ,
Sleeping when it's closed . Life is a book it's oft said .
Perhaps life is a sea where all living beings are water ,
Pushing each other, guiding each other .
But whatever life may be
the only permanency is change , I see .
All through life tides change their course ,
Sometimes we guide it's direction , or we go along with the force .
After death are we forever gone ?
Maybe we still exist , seen and heard by none .
Many do answers seek .
I hope these answers will seek me .

Friday, December 11, 2009


In your heart , there is a void ,
Of joy and purpose your life is devoid .

You know there is a lot to do ,but you don't know where to start .
"There is a lot of good that you can be doing " , says your heart .

With unfortunate people this world is filled .
In helping them rise above their misfortune , can time be killed .

Nature is overflowing with secrets to be unearthed .
Of knowledge and learning there is no dearth .

Many skills have to be learnt in order to evolve .
In many arts , you can , your intelligence involve .

Why , when there is a wealth of good things to be done ,
Is it that you find , a suitable task none ?

Why don't you find something , which you are passionate about ?
Why does frustation of being idle remain stout ?

When will you get that dream .
That goal , because of which , you'll push all your seams .

The goal , that hobby or the curiosity that will fill you with passion .
When will the time come , when out of these , something great you'll fashion ?

You hope the end of this tunnel will soon appear .
You hope you see that light , and all your boredom will dissapear.