Imagination

words are irrelevant

thoughts make up all phrases

actions speak louder than words, or so they say

so dive into the waves

and let the currents show us the way

 

Ideas of love, life, happiness and beyond

these surging tides of the worlds within

they pull us under, they whisper to the soul

you are not sinking they say

this is life’s way of telling its story

you are the one, you are the moon

these tides are in your control

 

the raft you are in

it’s called hope

don’t pull down the sails yet

you have yet to see much more

 

at times we may wonder

at times may be adrift

we may be off course and lost now

sail towards the sunset

imagine the red, orange and yellow

think of the lush green lands

pure happiness is still ahead

 

the aura of hope is within you

there is no point getting astray

why reach beneath these tides

there is nothing down there,

the whisper: ‘stay afloat, stay afloat’

 

Irrelevant as it may seem

the colors will lead you there

just keep sailing

and remember

hope is the name of your boat

 

relevant are different shades of the colors

relevant is the power of their glow

choose from them

the reds, oranges or the yellows

choose from them,

the intensity of either one

will guide you home

 

the lands will welcome you there

the trees will sway

pure happiness will summon your soul

 

you will find everything as you had imagined

the world will sing

even particles of sand and gusts of wind

will hum a song

you are my own….you are my own…you are my own

The wishing well

Can the wind stay still?
Would a blessing ever practise free will?
Could a wish be drowning in a well?
Maybe those sinking coins can tell.
……………………………………………………………………………………….
As the music rings
Like a circus bell,
The beat takes over
And like hypnosis
Seduces the senses
Afar from the illusions of hell
With thoughts meandering around a whirlpool
The same as when
Drawing water
From the depths of a wishing well
Pennies, gold, silver or coins
Well, a wish is all that’s left
To fulfil a wish at times.

 

Singular Thoughts

  • The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.
  • Same shit different day…happy new year anyway.
  • Patience never runs out…we do.
  • If a promise is a cloud, then fulfillment is rain.
  • If fate does not make you laugh, you just don’t get the joke.

Rhyming Observations

That which rhymes,

Corrects the wrongs

Expressionists unwind,

Life becomes a beautiful song:

 

The earth is turning

No one will forever last

A jungle is forming

But the animals are here too fast

 

A mounting wave brawling

The surf will take it all back

Can a crab get stranded?

While the fisherman nets his catch

 

The cooling air is blowing

The fool is taking a bath

The river is flowing

Although the riverbed stoned the grass

 

The colors are changing

if the sky would only react

Astronauts are mental

The fact is Gravity is lost in black

 

Adventures wander around

Announcing their arrival

Into the lives of people

To keep their dreams intact

 

These signs are getting stacked

Maybe refer to what it lacked

Actions may speak

Weather anything is to be hacked

Quiet! The angel says

Be still! …

Flapping wings are often caught in the act

 

Harmless Questions

Can the wind stay still?

Could a blessing ever practise free will?

Has the ocean ever felt

Some depths are too much to fill

 

Could a fish ever cry?

Always alone, would an island ever sigh?

Can a butterfly for a day not want to fly?

Just to admire the beautiful wings of another butterfly

Has a bird ever whispered to itself?

Today let’s test the limits of the sky

 

Could the sun ever sweat?

Can a volcano feel hot?

Would a big black dot

Drawn on a blank white page

Feel if its hard to spot?

 

Can noise refrain from sound?

Could a perfect circle ever feel too round?

Would a bullet despise pain?

Not in warm bodies,

But in a cold barrel, does it like to remain?

Once shot,

the gun or its trigger

Who would it choose to blame?

 

Could a monsoon want to complain

If its clouds held too much rain?

Does a flower feel strange?

In a flower shop When In different ways it is arranged

 

Time and its ways

Wings clipped
One feather at a time
Rivers dry
One summer at a time
Glaciers melt
One drop at a time
Oceans rise
One inch at a time
Droughts occur
One lack of rainfall at a time
Harvests fail
One crop at a time
Sky’s clear
A few clouds at a time
Forests disappear
One tree at a time
Beasts hunt
One prey at a time
Man slaughters
Many species at a time

Sand dunes shift
Some grains at a time
Mountains of sand
Disappear in a fraction of a time
Fires start
One flame at a time
Tsunamis destroy
One wave at a time
Winds blow
Many gushes at a time
Breeze flows
Igniting the senses every time

Candles burn
Fighting darkness when it’s time
Daylight comes
Stars still shine, but unseen at this time

Happiness stays
Lost is the sense of time
Beauty mesmerizes
Time stops for some time
Calmness surrounds
Time slows down for some time
Content and satisfied
existence of time, questioned every time

Life earns
One breath at a time
Magicians surprise
One trick at a time
Specialists learn
One skill at a time
Wheels turn
One spin at a time
Artists paint
One stroke at a time
Dancers express
One move at a time

Kingdoms hold
One king at a time
Stories unfold
One incident at a time
Rise and fall
Just in the nick of time
Music hits
One note at a time
Lovers attach
One kiss at a time
Kindness cultivates
One deed at a time
Sinners accumulate
Several sins at a time
Bodies carry
One soul at a time
Time drops
One moment at a time
Eyes observe, minds comprehend
One reason at a time
Nature gives
One season at a time

Colour blinded
See no colors at a time
Blindedly imagine
All the colors at a time
Grey colored
Every color at a time
Colored grey
Even the rainbow at a time
Emotions engulf
One action at a time
Instincts ignored
Reactions fumble one at a time

Breathing ends
Not each breath at a time
Human dies
Body parts disappear overtime
Beings survive
Reminisced with many tears at a time
Human beings
Were Being human at a time.
Being human
A gift, a curse at a time
Just being
Skill learnt in many steps at a time