God and Me
Make me like the river oh Lord!
That quenches the thirst of those in need
That gives its water to all, without the bias of caste and creed
A symbol of abundance flowing even through the weeds
Make me like the Tree oh Lord!
That does not eat its own fruit
But satisfies the hunger of a passerby
Walking on that route
Make me like the Sun oh Lord!
That shines on one and all
That brightens the whole Universe
And provides warmth to short and tall
Make me like yourself oh Lord!
So that I become forgiving and fearless
And escape the clutches of the “Maya “
Please free me from the circle of birth and death.
The Satan Walks in Spotless White
I hear hollow vessels making noise
I see fake people faking poise
The knowledge exhibition is
full on
when Wisdom walks all alone
People are happy to see others sad
I witness a circus of “Good pretence ” with “Intentions bad”
There are performances to get the best actor award
Which baffles this innocent bard
The snake sheds some thousand skins
And still emerges as a snake from within
The fangs intact for a deadly strike
Injecting venom with every fatal bite
Beware people! the “Times” are not right
As the Satan walks in spotless white.
THE MODERN TIMES
Indeed strange times
When strangers have taken control over our lives
Dear Mark Zuckerberg keeps reminding us of birthdays and anniversaries
Facebook maintains the diary of our memories
“Set a new theme “, is a constant reminder from our cell
The messenger keeps ringing more than the door bell
We are not lost yet people keep searching us on the google
Life has become such a big puzzle
There are continuous suggestions of people you may know
And I may know them, but how does somebody know that they are the people I know
In the social media it is so easy to undo the things you have done
it takes only a click to unfriend
You keep on studying profiles as if you are a job giver
Where as the sender may be more highly placed than the receiver
We human beings are surely the brave ones
To escape the pressures of the real world we have built a fake one
There were times one got suspicious of a follower and his intentions
But now proudly the number of followers one mentions
There are challenges thrown all over our face
Pubg, Kiki dance and the saree race
People keep on sending attachments without having any attachment actually
They are just forwards sent across casually
Everywhere there is a trust deficit
Sages turn out to be strategists
An age of false smiles
An age of fake profiles
We are virtually carrying a world in our phone
Which makes me wonder where are all the friends when I sit to have a cup of coffee all alone
Not just working from home but people are now witnessing burials and cremations online
Sigh! What an age!
And what times!
And I feel a compelling need to write about the times as one day I too will leave
But the posterity should know that we were brave people indeed.
THE BOOK OF LIFE
The river of thoughts flowing within me gathers the silt of knowledge
This life itself is a big book, each page a school, a college
Every day, I learn from the vastness of the sky to make my heart big
To forgive those who have wronged me and the past not dig
Each day , the birds teach me that it is more important to be free
And not to be caught in the net of temptations to acquire fame in a hurry
Each day, the fallen leaf tells me that as compost it goes back to the tree
And though, fallen from the heavens high my soul can still connect with divinity
Each day I see the caterpillar braving challenges to become a butterfly
And blessed with a complex brain, we humans complain and cry
Each day ,the flowers bloom spreading fragrance and colour
But with toxic thoughts we pollute our inner self making our life duller
Each day, I look at the mountain which tries to touch the sky
An impossible feat though it is, but I marvel as it tries
Each day you will learn something if you open your inner eyes
Your own awakening can alone make you so profound and wise.
