A collection of poems, born from observation, silence and contemplation, all three being major steps that lead to creativity and greatness.
Those Little Angels
Blessed are those little angels,
Their lovely hearts and smiles
Untainted by worries and malice
Full of wonder and not of wiles.
With no hurry to begin,
Life’s journey of endless miles.
Growing up with love and care.
Wishing to do anything, go anywhere.
Such peculiar minds are theirs.
Catching their parents unawares.
Blessings to those little angels.
Who are pure goodness, I swear.
Dear Memories
Wonderful was that day,
When I stood above my clapping friends
Being the only one in math class,
To get ten out of ten.
That vacation on the beach,
All that fun that I had,
That blessed time with my family
Even leaving didn’t leave me sad.
A storytelling competition
Told mine and left before I could realize
That I had just told the story
That won the first prize.
Went to Comic-Con
Meet a person who inspired me,
Now working hard on a project,
Just as good as life can be.
Of small victories, they are.
These tales that I tell.
Proof that nothing is impossible.
All will be good; all will be well.
On that voice.
I have heard much.
from the people around me.
But I’ve never heard from
that which I cannot see.
That voice that speaks weakly
as it remains buried in me.
It’s given no hope or help.
Left unable to express itself.
Perhaps it is not loud enough.
Because it is not proud enough.
Thinking about what it has to say
It is of no use anyway.
So I ignore that voice.
For me, it’s a choice.
To do what I want.
But it is what I want.
What do I need?
Perhaps I should quiet down.
Listen to that voice.
Perhaps what it wants
It is the better choice.
For who knows their needs?
Better than themselves.
So now I leave on a journey.
To where the truth dwells.
Lost at Sea
I see a sea of people.
As big as one can be.
I can feel the waves.
of thoughts and actions
Splashing around me.
Ideas and beliefs galore
Arriving on the shore
Of my mind.
But storms also occur.
And my thoughts are a blur.
For I cannot understand
On which side should I row?
My boat in this vast sea.
One boatsman sends this way.
Another sends me that way.
While both argue
which is the best way.
I row my boat in circles.
All night and all day.
Never knowing
What’s the right way?
So many guides,
So many maps,
Yet there’s only one way for me.
Who’s lost in this vast sea?
For Everyone
Love is but a sweetness of emotion,
That is a luxury many can’t afford.
They are denied it, so they seek it.
For without it, they can live no more.
It’s said that “love your fellow man.”
You should love your enemy too.
Love is for all to be graced with.
Not just for the select few.
Love not just your fellow human,
Love those too who cannot speak.
Who bark or meow for your love.
While others make them cry or shriek.
Love those who are different.
who are unique in their own way.
For that love is eternal.
With you, let that love stay.
Deny them and yourself not.
That beautiful, glorious sweetness.
It is the greatest power over all.
The very path to greatness.
On Sorrow
Welcome, Sorrow.
My dear old friend.
Here you are yet again.
You must know that
My time is fleeting.
My heart is bleeding.
From the pain
Of your existence.
All my friends may leave.
But you have always remained.
In my heart and soul.
But I have hoped and dreamed.
of a day when you will leave me too.
A separation that I can bear.
For I no longer want you here.
My oldest friend.
A World in Chaos
What is this chaos around me, I wonder.
The summer heat seems to melt me.
And when that is over,
I see trees withering.
I see birds shivering.
As the dark winter descends.
It seems as if the seasons
Have changed for the worse.
I hoped for happy times.
But now my bubble has burst.
Perhaps it is time to think.
Before this world sinks.
We are the cause.
We only face the effects.
The more we burn,
The more we will burn.
The more we make dirty,
The more dirt we will be left in.
Our greed outweighs our needs.
The world suffers and bleeds.
Now is the time to think.
Now is a call to arms.
Against whatever harms
The hope of a better future.
What I see
I see blue skies, adorned with birds,
flying away without a care.
I see green lush fields, with lovely cows,
rushing here and there.
I see the sunlight, shining bright,
throughout the day. I see the movements of those who are living,
I see them breathing and feeling,
even where it is not to be found.
It may be a wild forest, freezing lake,
or on a desert’s burning ground.For they are wild and unforgiving in their ways.
No comfort if you are stuck in there for days.
A mixture of the elements they are as well.
Even on Earth exists, both heaven and hell.
But ignoring my prejudice, I will say,
They are all beautiful in some way.
Your Days
Let time not be wasted by worries.
Opportunities lost in hurries.
Just to get work done fast.
No matter if it doesn’t last,
In the grand scheme of things.
In this universe, so vast.
Choose not to hate yourself.
Ashamed to have to say.
That for minutes of comfort,
You have thrown glory away.
Choose the pain of discipline.
Carpe Diem—Seize the day.
The Power of the Pen
Freedom is earned.
With a pen.
Lessons are learned.
With a pen.
Ideas are spread.
With a pen.
Ignorance, made dead
With a pen.
Love is expressed.
With a pen.
People were impressed.
With a pen.
For every thought,
Idea or belief,
There is this pen,
To express
And give relief.
That what lies within the mind is heard
The ideas are no longer blurred.
Now ideas come out of me.
For all to clearly see.
What all do I reject?
And what I want to be.
Maa
The greatest and the bravest soul.
Whenever I felt broken, you made me whole.
You were there with me at the very beginning.
Then through every summer, winter, or spring.
You were there, caring for me,
when I was sad or hurt.
You were there, fighting for me.
when others questioned my worth.
Those eyes that saw my pain.
That heart that kept me sane.
Wisdom in your every breath.
Strength in your every step.
You are my inspiration.
You are my idol.
I thank you and love you.
My Dear Maa.
Can we be proud today?
Can we be proud today?
This, I hope, Man still wonders.
The world has grown much.
With still too many blunders.
Can we be proud today?
Of the technologies that we made?
While the natural world burns,
Greenery now invisible, long decayed.
Can we be proud today?
That still in such enlightened times.
Women still feel unsafe and afraid
Of being victims in most brutal of crimes.
Can we be proud today?
With intellectuals, both shallow or fake.
Filled with ideas best left unsaid.
For my own sanity’s sake.
Can we be proud today?
In times of learning and tolerance
Where spreading of lies and hate.
Is still easier, there’s no debate.
Can we be proud today?
Surely, yes we can.
Nothing goes to waste.
But there’s still too is still much to do
Get to it, then. Make haste.
