I see the Place from my home.
Six concrete pillars and a dome.
Deserted, it had stood cold and dark
with stray dogs that roamed and barked.

The men now chisel a design like lace
cutting through the rocks with ease.
The sun beats down upon their backs.
They sweat and strain but do not slack.

Slowly, they work on the shapes –
the feet, the legs, the arms, the face.
Then, the stone takes a form.
It has now turned into a God.

The lattice work covers the walls.
The roof with the flagged spire is tall
and lit with little lights that twinkle.
For, the Place is now a holy temple.

As I reflect on what is and was
I wake up to a realization of sorts.
The twists and turns that make our Fate
Are just games Time constantly plays.

Tell me why
stars shine in the sky?
Such soothing brightness
spreads happiness.

Tell me why
birds sing as they fly?
Such mellow tunes
give hope anew.

Tell me why
flowers bloom with a smile?
Nodding in the breeze.
Waving goodbye to grief.

Tell me why
God made Earth and life?
So full of colors
and joy and mirth.

Just to be choked
by his creation – Man
Whose pride blinds him
to all the wonders divine.

Pity not the blind or
the deaf who cannot hear
But those who surrounded by beauty
fail to see it bright and clear.

I can only heal
if I take the blame.
I can only feel
if I burn in the flames.

Being sorry doesn’t help.
I apologize for; I regret
all that I did and
everything I said.

Shadows grow longer
as time takes its toll.
My will – no stronger.
I’m numb to the world.

Until I feel a pain
that lasts and lasts.
As I slowly burn in
the pyres of the past.

Someone asked me

what I would do

if I met a fairy

out of the blue?

I thought I should ask

for a pair of dancing shoes,

a pink, silken gown,

and a big diamond crown.

But just then I saw

a child so sweet.

Who was in tattered clothes

crying down the street.

I saw a little boy.

Lame and blind was he.

And as he limped along,

with a small bowl begged he.

I didn’t care for dancing shoes.

A silk gown or a crown.

I had the answer to the question.

I would ask for them a haven.

Where they can laugh

and sing and play.

And won’t give people a chance to say,

“You filthy dog! Get out of my way!”

Bluebells and daffodils

sitting on the fence

wit’ the sun beams kissin’

’em on their pretty heads.

And yonder meadow green

dotted wit’ little daisies

is the place o’ my dreams

far from this mad city.

Take me away, o far away

wit’ the music in the breeze.

Unshackle these heavy chains

of bondage – set me free.

Life is so very practical.

It’s more than just fantasies.

And though it’s full of ecstasy,

it also has complexities.

Life is not a bed of roses.

It has both sweet and bitter doses.

It has got victory and defeat.

Only a fighter can take the lead.

Life is unique in this universe.

A cycle which is never reversed.

Life comes once and only once.

Don’t while it away in smoke and guns.

How I love to go

and play in the hills.

All by myself

in the quiet and still.

Among the green grass

I hop with the frogs,

and sing with the birds,

and walk on the logs.

Go under the waterfall

or sit on the rocks

or climb up a tree

and tear my socks.

I play in the morning.

I play in the evening.

All by myself

in the quiet and still.

Is there a place in this world

where there are no wars, only peace?

Where happiness soars in the sky

and people love each moment of their life?

Is there a place in this world

where no one is big, no one is small?

Where no one’s heart is made of ice

and everybody speaks in one voice?

Is there a place in this world

where there is no corruption?

Where every life has sweet beginnings

and, free from sins, has happy endings?

Is there a place as such?

Or is it just a dream?

Like a bubble in the stream

which bursts at the softest touch.

I looked up towards the sky.

To where the great eagles fly.

The clouds were slowly passing by.

In shades of dark grey and white.

And then, I saw the Miracle!

O! ’twas a wondrous spectacle!

The darkness parted to bring forth

The Fingers of God onto the Earth.

It was a Sign of His great design

A sight I would cherish for all time.

There were no questions in my mind.

He bought a new light into my life.

The light of blessing and belief

would cure the pain; bringing relief.

Happiness would now abound

where Sorrow long stood its ground.

Walking down the banks one day,

what did I see beside the brook?

A man lay on the soft green grass

writing poems in his book.

I wish I was like this poet.

Sitting by the babbling brook,

I’d spend my hours writing happy songs

of nymphs and fairies in my book.