Restlessness

i see peace in bird's restlessness contrary to my own for they have a home to return and i loiter around in search of solace... Restlessness someone said is the way to success other said the jewel of genius but why than still i loiter in search of life....

snow fight and flying kite

snow fight and flying kite
so different, yet alike
happiness as they symbolize
or, a moment of joy more so
pain and sorrow put aside
you enter the world of a new tribe
bring a smile,you say "hey"
is it the same me, or my new lay
so the men, enjoy and live
who knows when to leave
snow fight and flying kite
so different, yet alike

Temple of religion OR Temple with vision ???

AS i drifted back to that point of juncture, i found myself perched on that stone which led to the open sky and beautiful view of the woods. i closed my eyes and an undercurrent of realization drew me to apprehension.....

Religion has always guided us. we have not followed it in the truest sense but FEARED it. instead of taking a back seat in our mind driven by RATIONALITY and OBJECTIVITY and guiding the driver if it looses its control,religion has taken the front seat and driven our mind

Temple of religion
OR
temple with vision
what is more indispensable?

We adore love
we implore them
not to hate
in the process
why we make love and hate
an aspect of fate ?

let there be freedom
he said
but how can there be freedom
when we are shackled
by not the real him

the real him is in you
the real him, i say
is what you do

let fate be a lore
and success will be yours
for sure
whats the price we pay ?
for religion, our own being
for vision, a compassionate mind

temple of religion
or
temple with vision

Oh the mystery!!!

Oh the mystery unravel thyself
Like the sunlight
Tunneling the reigning cloud

Oh the mystery drag me out
From the tendrils of enchantment
Encircled by love, of their sorts

Oh the mystery tell their fate
What went pass was love
What lies today is playground
Playground of their sorts
Playground of their acts

Oh the mystery strike me hard
On my heart, bruised with their love
Love of their sorts

Oh the mystery, the ultimate one
I not born to understand thee
Hope I will endure, some day
The transit from their sorts
To the ultimate one

Oh the mystery say me soft
“Don’t let your love fall down
Let it just drift along
Forever on this earth
You shall, one day
Pluck the ultimate one”!!

Road to Rancharda

rancharda is a small village near ahmedabad with a picturesque lake view......

Sun as it were standing there
Clouds covering all its flair
The roads shining with heaven’s love
And claiming to be the path to heaven

Heaven’s love is pouring down
Giving a new look to the town
Tainted grass revamp their sheen
Covering the earth with a new gown

The mud is sweating after long
Fragrance striking my heart’s gong
Reverberating, resonating
The hysteria strikes me strong
And I listen to nature’s song

The modernity flourishing at the left
And sheep gazing at the right
As I pass through the
Boulevard of this confluence
Nature and men both exist!!!!!

To a dying poet-something really random

Read not your pain
through the pangs of your verses
fall not thy esteem
don't weep, don't curse
shy away not oh poet
from reality