Tag: poem

One Life to Live

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This miracle,
Magical existence,
This tiny ripple;
So beautiful,
Vibrant, luminous ,
But alas, only once
Only once
In the ocean of time.

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Only once
To cry into this world
Hear lullabies in mother’s lap;
Be amazed
With all there’s to behold;
Innocent, playful;
Crawling, toddling;
But just one spring;
That’s all there
To make a promise,
As it doesn’t stretch
Beyond its reach.

Only once
To defy
And rise to the sky;
To grow strong and fight:
Shine bright;
Still grow up
To bring new lives;
To give and receive
Your gift;
To love and care;
But just one summer.
To get anything rare
You must dare;
You must rise
To fulfill your promise.

In twilight,
Find bliss ;
Be wise
And advise;
Give as much
From life’s collections!
The last winter
Before the leaves fall;
Leave a mark
For the future
To remember.

A boatman ferrying
One bank to another;
The river is there forever;
A farmer spends
All his life tilling;
The earth never stops giving.

Thus many waves,
Relentless and galore,
Hitting the shore,
And going their full course!
Yet many getting lost
In their prime;
In the quicksands
Of time.

Much to live for and love;
It’s now and here.
In a short while
By the wink of an eye
And there is nothing after;
Leave something for the future
To remember.

I’m A Magician

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I’m a magician,
No wand, no potion;
Just with lotion
I do magic
And make myself shine.

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When mind is dark
And life loses its spark,
A candle
I light;
All darkness is gone;
Soul is filled with light
And mind strong and bright.

When body goes slow
And life loses its flow,
I lift myself with song and dance:
These two legs
I shake,
Mind is filled with joy
And body sprightly and gay.

When knots tie me down
And things are long drawn,
I hold the knots
And pull the rope,
They are put aside;
And the wheel
Starts turning again.

When doubts nag
And fears cripple me;
A big broom
I take
And sweep the fears away
And leave doubts no room.

I can be hurt with thousand cuts,
Yet I come back to life unhurt
With greater strength
Greater vigour
I can make my joys appear
And sorrows vanish in no time.

Throw me into ocean
Of darkness, shackled
I break free
And come ashore
World welcomes me back again.

Throw me into fire,
I burn to death;
Yet I rise
Like a phoenix
From the ashes
Alive and strong.

I’m a magician
I can do anything and everything.

(Inspired by lessons from Law of Attraction coach Mitesh Khatri)

Bliss

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Oh, my friend,
Stow away your gifts ,
In your cosy niche;
Let not daily grinds
Rob your bliss.

Up there
Have a slice of the sky;
Away from the dark cloud
Let your kite fly;
It must have
A way to glide;
Let not a storm
Rattle its flight.

Flying Kites (Image Credit: http://www.unsplash.com)

Have your little pool
In the ocean,
Bathe in its water,
Let your joys flow;
Let not the wild currents
Wash away the ripples;
And let not the weeds grow.

Sing with joy,
Dance with rhythm!
Let not the din
Drown your song;
Let not your feet
Get the beats wrong.

Climb up or fall!
Listen to the birds
Chirping in the trees;
See the waterfalls
Dancing in the hills;
And look at the pebbles
Sparkling in the river
Before it meets the sea.

See all around,
Make them your part,
And love all
That make up your earth.
Let not life
Move away from its path.

In Memory

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They went before their turn,
Taken by a wave,
By its ugly churn;
A parting never was from too far
In a grave or a funeral pyre;
The moment that was,
Dark and grim,
When life was eclipsed
And death reigned supreme.

It was not long before
They would
Hear the birds sing,
Like you and I,
With a sip in the morning.
They would
Roam about the garden,
Like bees,
With the hum of a lovely tune.

My homage to the departed

A grandpa wanted
To see a little more of light;
A mom had
To make her little ones bright;
Scaling the mountains
Was for what a son
Was through the grind;
Crossing the oceans
Was what a daughter had in mind.
Dream in their eyes
And the hope of a new dawn;
All gone
Unseen, unsung,
Only mourned in a distance.

This world, this earth,
This cradle of life;
It sustains;
Also it kills;
Unjust and just,
Unsafe and safe,
Ugly and beautiful
It has twists and turns
In its tale.
Its army was let loose,
They proved too tough to quell;
Mask, sanitizer
Could not save them
From this hell.
Doctors, nurses among them
Heroes of the time
Went down fighting this battle.

We feel their presence
In the songs they had sung
In the dance their feet had sprung
In the flowers they had helped bloom
In every little path
They had trodden
To make our lives sublime
We remember them
In the starry nights
In love,
In tears,
Wishing them back again.