Showing posts with label early poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label early poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Saturday, November 12, 2005
The Meaning of Life

make a little wish today
& blow it in the wind
open a new window somewhere
see some soul sneak in
close your eyes soft
speak a silent prayer
spend a day with friends
draw a dream with care
enjoy the beauty humble
revere a blade of grass
seek the wonder that is world
let these joys in life amass
life, is not lived in years & in months
in anniversaries & in occasions
not even in money & awards
it is in the little moments that life gets its rewards
breathe & seek
say & see
do & dream
give & forgive
go & grow
hide & seek
know & lead
learn & have fun
do a thousand things more...LIVE
& blow it in the wind
open a new window somewhere
see some soul sneak in
close your eyes soft
speak a silent prayer
spend a day with friends
draw a dream with care
enjoy the beauty humble
revere a blade of grass
seek the wonder that is world
let these joys in life amass
life, is not lived in years & in months
in anniversaries & in occasions
not even in money & awards
it is in the little moments that life gets its rewards
breathe & seek
say & see
do & dream
give & forgive
go & grow
hide & seek
know & lead
learn & have fun
do a thousand things more...LIVE
Thursday, November 03, 2005
for the kashmir earthquake victims
looking into her eyesi saw shock & numbness
of seeing a playground turning into graveyard
of a heaven turned into hell
no more schools
no more playmates
no more family
no more childhood
all that is left
is death & devastation
in his bewildered eyes
i saw the questions of a nation
is there any one in the rubble
has anyone survived
no more villages
no more towns
no more jobs
no more future
all that is left
are ruins & cremation
there is a father in that picture
there is a daughter there too
and someone is tearing inside me
asking what I'll do
what will i do my dear friend
and what will you do
image taken courtsey India Today, all copyrights respected. Usage is meant for only personal & non-professional use.
of seeing a playground turning into graveyard
of a heaven turned into hell
no more schools
no more playmates
no more family
no more childhood
all that is left
is death & devastation
in his bewildered eyes
i saw the questions of a nation
is there any one in the rubble
has anyone survived
no more villages
no more towns
no more jobs
no more future
all that is left
are ruins & cremation
there is a father in that picture
there is a daughter there too
and someone is tearing inside me
asking what I'll do
what will i do my dear friend
and what will you do
image taken courtsey India Today, all copyrights respected. Usage is meant for only personal & non-professional use.
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