Tuesday, 15 October 2019

I’m Not a Poet


Poet! Am I one?
Without an aim I wrote,
Started, for a fun
Mind’s creation I note.

Wandering thoughts, a lot,
Coming together, they fight,
Words fighting for a slot,
Poem coming to the light.

Poem first, or the poet?
I asked myself, in vain
Poem first, then the poet,
Answer came from the brain.

Never a poet creates a poem,
Oh dear poet, you lives in your poem.

Sunday, 13 October 2019

The Heaven


"Mighty, calm and composed she lies,
Like a sleeping queen of Arabia.
The wind is blowing kindly and soft,
Barring the rise of her waves in wrath.

Besides the sea there lies a sand-dune,
Twinkling in sun and flying in wind.
Stars above are fewer than her grains,
Whiter than the white, she looks so pure.

Besides the hill there lies a garden,
Fresh and beautiful, flowers she bear.
Greenish meadows and cool air always
She a beauty, the Garden of Eden.

Besides the garden there lies a forest,
Without any trees, full of buildings.
Settings of sun made her beautiful,
The golden city, then she is called.

Above the city nearing the clouds,
There lies a heaven, smaller than hell.
An angel and two kids, opens the door
Whenever the bell rings, for a new soul.

It is my house and you are welcome,
Six hundred and three, written outside.
No need to die to reach our heaven,
All are admitted, except the dead."

Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Death



"This has been done or this is to be done
This has been half-done or not to be done
He seldom minds, whether it is done
He will take you and you are done.

The acts of tomorrow, do it today
And those of afternoon, in forenoon
He never waits, to see you finish
He will take you and you are done.

Like a tiger bearing away
A sleeping deer, he snatches
Before plucking the flowers of your deeds
He will take you and you are done.

In prime age or in minor age
In old age or in young age
He never ever tarries for none
He will take you and you are done.

Whether you are weak, or you are strong
Whether you are brave, or you are timid
Whether you are idiotic, or learned
He will take you and you are done.
  
Every nights take you closer
The days will also do the same
Then he comes without notice
He will take you and you are done.

Nothing resist the messengers of death,
Except truth which devours untruth,
Live the life in truth and virtue
Achieve truth and fail the death."

Monday, 7 October 2019

The Wheel



"The good other day I was so happy,
And happiness was my true nature.
But not today, I’m so sad,
Is it sorrow my real nature?

Happiness and sorrow, never once
Meet me together, alone they come.
Sorrow comes first, then joy
And joy comes and later sorrow.

Never I sought sorrow in my life,
Happiness is what I always seek.
Joy and sorrow, are they in a wheel?
Revolving around and coming in turn.

No one suffers sorrow forever,
No one enjoys happiness forever,
They are in a wheel turning around,
Making us happy and sad.

Stop the wheel, when I’m happy
What to do to achieve this feet?
Being in happiness, is what I need
What to do to achieve this feet?

Do good and be happy
Do bad and reap sorrow.
This is what I learned from the learned,
That is the key for stopping the wheel.

Joy and grief, depends on destiny
But destiny itself depends on you.
Do good and change your destiny
Do bad and destiny will follow.

Having friends who destitute of friends,
Having foes who destitute of foes,
Having wisdom who destitute of wisdom,
Having happiness also through destiny.

Friends are not the cause of happiness,
Nor foes the cause of misery,
Wisdom will not bring you wealth,
Nor wealth brings you happiness.

Intelligence, not the cause of wealth,
Nor stupidity the cause of penury,
He only who possesses this wisdom,
Knows the world and the wheel of life."