Test or Trouble

When things go wrong,
And you must be strong,
Never you dare cry,
It is a week’s song.

Be as hard as stone,
Face all troubles alone,
When fall, don’t just moan,
Stand up, grow some bone.

This is what we are taught,,
Only way, success can be bought,
Asking for help, makes you rot,
Not worth if it is, an easy shot.

This, seems like a noble precept,
A great way in society to gain respect,
And it is, but sometimes,
We forget, a very important fact.

No need to tread a difficult path,
Just because it is difficult,
No need to alone face fate’s wrath,
Does it really have that worth.

Sometimes, we take difficult path,
Just to prove ourselves to others,
Chose centre of road, rather than footpath,
Even if, they reach same terminus.

So, open your eyes,
Reaching goal, not so significant,
Not work hard, work wise,
Enjoying journey is also important.
Fealing on which you thrives,
That great feeling of contentment,
Is your true prize,
Your most epic achievement.

Also, it is ok to ask for help,
To rest a while, cry on mother’s lap,
What do wrong about it,
To sit a while, to make a map.
(spending time in planning most productive path)

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Test or Trouble

When things go wrong,
And you must be strong,
Never you dare cry,
It is a week’s song.

Be as hard as stone,
Face all troubles alone,
When fall, don’t just moan,
Stand up, grow some bone.

This is what we are taught,,
Only way, success can be bought,
Asking for help, makes you rot,
Not worth if it is, an easy shot.

This, seems like a noble precept,
A great way in society to gain respect,
And it is, but sometimes,
We forget, a very important fact.

No need to tread a difficult path,
Just because it is difficult,
No need to alone face fate’s wrath,
Does it really have that worth.

Sometimes, we take difficult path,
Just to prove ourselves to others,
Chose centre of road, rather than footpath,
Even if, they reach same terminus.

So, open your eyes,
Reaching goal, not so significant,
Not work hard, work wise,
Enjoying journey is also important.
Fealing on which you thrives,
That great feeling of contentment,
Is your true prize,
Your most epic achievement.

Also, it is ok to ask for help,
To rest a while, cry on mother’s lap,
What do wrong about it,
To sit a while, to make a map.
(spending time in planning most productive path)

Mosul

The sun goes down,
The earth is brown,
The entire city is down,
what happens to this town.

Thousands here to moun,
Having lost families friends,
Thousands are left alone,
Destruction all across lands.

Their brave soldiers,
Fought bombs, traps, drones,
Ways new and older,
Till reaching their grave stones.

Fought for every inch, every street,
With death lurking in every corner,
Till the enemy’s final defeat,
Ground free for sister and brother.

People are free again,
But, little left to gain,
The losses are insane,
Is freedom curse or bane.

Atleast, now they have hope,
That they can rebuild,
Though, it is little help to cop,
With their life’s just stilled.

Sitting hundreds of miles away,
In my AC room and watching news ,
How could I may,
Fanthom those dreadful views,
Without roof the sick lay,
Searching for their death clues,
In the rubbles, children play,
On pointy stones without shoes,
These people roaming astray,
Just nothing left to loose.

I can do only one thing,
In prayers of morning evening,
I pray for their future well being,
Atleast better then doing nothing.

Siblings Wars

The enemy is coming,
We need to set a trap,
A ball above the door hanging,
(ball is really soft)
Swing to her face like a slap.

This war is going on,
For a lot many years,
Nobody was able to won,
Every sec full of fear.

But brave are those,
Who will never quit,
Thorns or a roes,
Use any means best fit.

Here, comes the enemy,
Open door to her happily,
She directly goes to balcony,
Direct in my trap easily.

The ball hit her in forehead,
Wish you able to see her face,
As angry as a person mad,
I just ran like in a race,
Like running from walking dead,

She is just behind,
I got stuck into a corner,
No plan comes in mind,
To save from this danger.

Nothing can save me now,
She took my hand in her,
What a way of revenge, WOW!
With​ all strength she can master,
Dug her nails like knife on butter.

I look at the gills(marks) I got,
The do pain a liittle, a little hot.
But seeing that smile on her face,
Make this skirmish, a worthy shot.

So, the victory for now has to wait,
It concludes to another stalemate.

the RISE in morning

The first ray strikes the earth,
Celebrating a new day’s birth,
Sleeping on your soft berth,
Energy is in great dearth.

But you need to wake up,
From sleep need to break up,
I know how angry you feel,
When somebody shakes you up.

You wanna cry go away,
This sleep I have earned,
By challenging and winning,
Over yesterday’s hard burden.

But as you come to senses,
Sees the fall of your defenses,
Make some hard acceptensies,
And your new day commences.

You rise, you wake up,
Be wise, make the breakup,
It many times is difficult,
You wanna weep,
But, hold on and rise to earn,
Today’s night sleep.

The gaps between

Looking at the clouds,
We feel a little drowsy,
Lazily moving in sky,
Away from things noisy.

Slowly gliding through the sky,
Smoothly and easily,
Don’t know when hours went by,
Makes the scene artfully.

After seeing some time,
After forgetting the world,
You will notice a rhyme,
A pattern will emerge.

A cloud cloud comes, it goes,
Another comes to fill its place,
This phenomenon almost foreclose,
Any chance of empty space.
Only just for a few seconds,
Blue sky is allowed a gaze.
Where sunlight can shine,
Across all the cloudy haze.

Here, exists a great metaphor,
Showing how our mind works,
Realizing what otherwise a slur,
Finding some great perks.

Replace clouds with thoughts,
In our big and complex mind,
They come and go in lots,
So much thinking can make us blind,

So, to think with clarity,
We may need a little sunshine,

Focus on the tiny divide,
Between the thoughts,
Where mind is a void,
Just an empty slot.

That is where magic happens,
There a great idea shapens,
The point of all thoughts adhesion,
It is worth atleast some admiration.

And great has become those,
Who have seen the sunshine,
In these void gaps,
A state of pure crystalline.

Einstine, Hawkins, Walt Disney,
Spend hours gazing at nothing,
It really does seems funny.

All the great discoveries,
Not happen when they are,
Deep in work with all furies,
But rather when the just relax,
Without all the wordly worries.

It doesn’t mean you just rest,
Always sleeping in your nest,
To enjoy the great fest,
You need to pass Karma test.
(Karma is hard work, you need to do)

After all, there can be no gap,
Without any cloud on sky map.

Supreme wisdom = ‘You are nothing’

Someone advised me to read,
A book of supreme wisdom ‘Tantra’
It is my holidays, I was bored,
So what harm in trying another mantra.

Looking in your inside,
Sure is a experience,
That makes you mistified.
Your outer ego die
You starts to realise,
It was all just a lie.

This is the thing ,
That makes me anxious,
If my surroundings, my world,
Is a lie, am I also fictionous.

Among the mystics,
There is a saying,
You are like a onion,
Keep peeling it to reach the core,
You will be amazed when done,
The truth will stand out,
The size of core is none.

The concept of an inner core,
Of a self, of the word ‘I’,
Is just a myth, a tale, a lore,
Everything is a big big lie.

All those theories of physics,
Our universe can be 2D, or a game,
Makes me feel very sick,
Wealth, family, friends, power or dame,
Has no meaning, just a trick.

If universe is just nothing,
Then what is our purpose,
The goals to make millions,
Sending papa on a world tour,
Helping the needy civilians.

All just would me meaning less,
Whatever you do , doesn’t matter,
Whom to love, whom to impress,
You are void, when this dream shatters.