Hearts overwhelmed when our deeds are admired,
If appreciated and rewarded what we desired;
The moments of extreme happiness,
That erases my heart loneliness‘;
I joy with my hands open in the air,
Remember the talks with Lord during my prayer;
Forgotten how I spent my onerous time,
In front of unparalled joy and hearing chime.
Feelings roaming in heart, ideas blooming in mind
To mend my dreams, life to meet lovely beams;
A deep peal of thunder engages me day and night,
Glimpses of dream in my heart, makes the life bright;
A never ending fear of dismay and of failing,
Snuff these saddened waves in heart prevailing;
Give me the power to accomplish my desires from these
Swarm of dreams,
I believe they would always let me my ways to achieve, it seems.
Kids are your dew….
My reason to survive,
my reason of pride,
life is mizzled ever for you,
a look of yours, then no eddies of pains are viewed,
me desires your presence all my life,
forgets, you intent to aspire your panorama..
just with me for little more time,
your little discomfort tortures my heart more,
All prayers are for you, felicitations for you,
my soreness in life, would then be a contentment if you in well-being.
A storm of blended thoughts, either calmed or weird,
A cluster of moments holding,
A pack of impressions rolling,
Unique or similar may be in various beings,
On which depends one’s destiny, pains and seeing.
Can take us to the castle of charming colours,
Or can meet us to the nights of dreaded pillars;
Gestures appear as an outcome of feelings,
Avenues are reached by them, skies are touched by them;
Unleashed enormous ways with them, can reach anywhere, do anything with them;
Can bring charisma and bright aura of ours,
If enchanted our heart with timely hours.
The morning when my feet out to drop my child to his school,
I peek out , busy roads, moving vehicles, children and everyone with their tool;
wanted to feel the morning scent , pleasantries of weather,
the chirping and flying of birds,
shook my heart and made me realised
the freedom and hedonism is the extreme joy of heart & soul;
don’t miss to be the cachet of beautiful nature,
the dawn with its reflecting colours,
the widespread clouds and the peace in them;
the moving flowers, leaves shows the prosperity
and unfeigned creation of God,
oh how obscure we are , to see the morning pearls,
never try to unfurl this joy,
but just in envisioning the colours of selfish life.
With many tornados in a heart,
travelling the life in a cart.
Cheering it only with the beauty and its positive sights,
adoring the charm and moments with its memorable tides.
Every soul searching for uttermost happiness and pleasure,
leaving behind then all others, buddies, that were someday a treasure.
Why Lord, we are pouring a conditional love on others,
why we are not like you, so unconditional and pious,
We are also your dew,
then why we are not, as your traits are sew….
Oh, who don’t like the word of Appreciation,
no, no not for others, just and only for one’s self elation.
They are enchanting, filling heart with false ways of soothing,
either with harming others or with their clogging.
So unknown with their inner soul,
vanishing its traits and have attired it with coal.
Listen you, the greatest creation of God,
moor your growing selfish desires, being so odd.
Forgotten, the vows you had with Lord,
never to mutilate and break your cord….
I urge you all,
value the life, value the moments, value the people
Else, you would left with bare hands and life be crippled.