What I did today

Before going to bed,
Stand in front of mirror,
Light on today is shed,
Events of the day shimmer.

Another day over of my life,
Have I lived it to fullest,
In crowd, am I just a rife,
Is there nothing, I can best.

Today, I woke up early,
One point in my kitty,
Though 4 hours nearly,
On a show, in continuity.

I try to do some studies,
But didn’t feel ready,
Tried things, to pass time,
Day was over in this comedy,

Like this, many days come,
And without much go,
I feel like a person dumb,
Progress in everything, too slow.

I try to maintain a flow,
But stones in the way,
Makes it difficult to row,
And away from targets, I sway.

Standing in front of mirror,
I had this realization,
My heart goes aflutter,
I am living in an​ illusion.

Illusion that, I have time,
Enough for all I want,
Alas! life do not give overtime,
Time was never a grant,

Every day passed in ‘timepass’,
Is a day lost of your small life,
Most persons never outlast,
The time needed to complete​ the vibe.

So if I wanna die with satisfaction,
I have to step up my game,
Difficult is process of corse correction,
But much better then dying in shame.

So, for the night,
I will sleep tight,
To rise…. bright.

A father’s life

In the early morning,
I start the race,
Against all the abating,
And obstacles I face.
Forcing by way, battering,
Through many many gates.

Woke up early,
Still, no time to rest,
100 chores waiting,
Each in itself a test.

First, I remember my weight,
To reduce it, let us go to walk,
Even if last night, I slept late,
Then rising son on time,
Thinking about the grocery rates,
In front of the kids, being sublime,
Searching for my daughter’s mate,
Working several hours overtime,
To protect my children’s fate.

Seems like a difficult job,
Years of lifetime, it rob,
Many times, it is not enough
The appreciation you got.

But, I am still happy to do it,
There are perks to this lunacy,
A life having a purpose to it,
Better then a perfect life of fantasy.

When, I see my kids grow,
From small steps to giant leaps,
Watching this my eyes glow,
Better then thousand gold heaps.

So, I stick to fight,
For, I can announce aloud,
In all trials and delight,
They will make me proud.

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)

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)

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.