Why? Should ask the Lord!

Why, Would ask the Lord,

Why so much of discord?
Conflicts on the one hand,
Bitterness on the other one,
What has become of this land?
What spurred this craze for the anti-human?

Of what essence is humanity should you wonder

Why, to be lovers, brothers and sisters was written on the banner
What has happened to this strong wordwatch?
What has happened to have evil in detach?
Shall life make us moodier and brooder?
Come, shall I tell the Lord, come and watch

Poverty, social ills, drugs, all help in the making of thugs

Families broken, laws broken, health shaken,
All that is pure and sincere become smitten
Selfishness, egoism, materialism,
Not a soul caring for the trodden humanism
All seek to hurt and hate at a fast rate!


Trying to find solutions in dilutions
Trying to get satisfactions in battalions
Some tend to resort to crimes,
Others hide behind these poorly awarded primes
None is able to put a stop to all these conventions
Yet, all see only their blatant needs


Should You ask, My Lord,
Why so much of discord
I shall not have a reasonable answer
I can only show you in a sad note
The current happenings from my tower
Saddened! Scared! What shall be the ending of all this raucities?

Money matters

Regarding the materialist,

Whether he be a pessimist

Or even an absolutist

He always is envious of the artist!

 

Money wanted on the go

Money needed to go with the flow

Always counting the notes, the coins

Never wanting to be on disjoins!

 

If material whims are met

Greedy becomes the whole net

More of money, more of the wants
Even shall he put up with the taunts!

 

Not caring for the spiritualist

Money prefers to be alarmist

Coming and going with the tide

I prefer to be one enjoying the ride!

While flying in sincerity~~~

Loving is a common commodity

Ephemeral, temporal, it is based on the unreal

Even if it gives bliss and serenity

It has become a matter so trivial

Yet what could be the road to be taken?

After having found love in the dozen!

 

Can anyone claim to find sincerity

Pure and untainted love in all honesty

Filled with impartiality and veracity

Other than the Lord and his consort

Who can brag of love in all its sort

Love, on the human ground can be dull, truly!

 

Love now turned into lust

In the kingdom of just

Prying desires, horny melodies sounding on the lyres

Everywhere none can be seen except liars

O Love, pure and chaste

O Time, take me there in haste!

In seeking forgiveness~~

How shall I express this grief
It gives pain and bitterness in brief
Since the day I pretended to be free from guilt
My own loneliness I seemed to have built

Why? Why was I so blind?
So blind that I could not even be kind
To the innocence of the one whose essence
Made me shine in my adolescence

Love is obtained not in shops
Love, since that day, wrote only in stops
To give guilt, sayeth the Lord, is sinful
To pretend of innocence, is even more baneful!

Come, If Love is Forgiveness,
Pray show the note's worthiness!

Peacefully searching for it~~~

Peace, Bliss, Tranquility, all of it has been robbed

The evil bandit, finally, was not so noble!

Life, on the general, has turned ignoble!

With wars and conflicts, humanity now throbbed!

Should you ask, What is peace?

Without it, what is amiss?

Is it a state to be read in the famous note?

To live and let live, with ease in full throat?

Should you ask, I would turn to the skies

What has happened to this world so enchanting?

Where have the lost and golden gone into hiding?

Why, My Lord, why is peace rhyming with lies?

Peaceful are the poets, as the white dove

Dreamful are their ideals, full of love

Saddened at this loss of peace in the world

Ridden and tainted with sin, as if evil has been outhurled!

Remember! Learn from the world's history

Peace, when lost, robs you of your entity

Peace, when regained marks you with serenity

Today, shout out its name with zealous victory!

My life in my Bio~~~

Anoucheka

Cool, Moody, Dreamy, Sexy

Daughter of Nalini and Rajesh

Lover of God, Life and Love

Who feels sad at pollution, uneasy in parties and at home in libraries

Who gives friendship, warmth and gossips

Who fears the ocean, public speaking and her boss

Who would like to see the pyramids, the lions and the Taj Mahal

Who lives in a small island, too small a dot to be listed on the world map

Gangabissoon

Letter to Death~~~

Death, are you related to the obscure?

Death, you must be related to the living, for sure

 

If to live is to exist

And if to exist means to desist

 

What is the use of futile living

When there is no permanent meaning

 

Would it not be better to love and laugh

And hug and forgive even if once we could only cough

 

Death, powerful you may be,

With you, anything can cease instantly

 

If I live without harm, If I act without regret

Will my death's time be known, if already set?

 

Death, shouted the poets, we fear thee not

You may be the one with the best lot

 

Yet, we shall see that in eternity,

There, someplace where there is only serenity

 

That shall be when physical blindness shall maim

And with abrutpness, shall end my aim!

Ending of the darkened days

Dark are my days, darkened with pain Light and joy has flown down the drain All for a cause of an unexpected zeal Meant for a heart to be captured, my captain!   Dark may be my days, dark are the nights Amidst the agony, the coming days fill me up with frights Of what use is living in emptiness, in void If blank seems the mere existence, once the object of my delights!   Days are forever bad, luck seems so sad With fever, it would seem fortune is clad Love meant to the enjoyers of doom The awakened, devoid of love, are among the myriad!   And in the darkened depth, I smile Amidst the dark doom, I cross the mile For submissive to a fragile fate, I have experienced the holiness in good style!   Saved from the swampy marsh My Life meant to be one so harsh Yet joy to be my ending reward For treading the dark tunnel can be truly dullish!   Love, Love, remains the miracle Love and show mercy in amounts ample How can there be love in the dark tunnel Hope is there, for the end of the battle

Love Letter to the Lord

Of course, who can claim to be my lover
Eternally wedded to him I am, in the form of a prayer
That is you, only you, powerful Lord
Revered you shall be as long as I can breathe your word!

 

Seated on the highest altar of my heart
Forever you shall be the ladies' sweetheart
Even if the guys will want their friendship's part
My lover forever you shall be in your tender heart

 

Feelings are profuse,
You have been my only muse
Lighting up at all times my fuse
Tending at all times to my bruise

 

Blissful are those seated near the Lord
Guiding them he is,  always away from discord
Pray, altruist Lord,  Love me endlessly
I am yours incessantly, claims my harmony

Oh See, See this scary plight!~~~

Oh See, See the scary plight of the downtrodden

Lost and lonely, they tread that path, while praying to the atman

See, just see how they cry bloody tears

See their faces, all of their peers

Full of misery, full of agony

They lament not and wait patiently

Death shall surely bring victory!

If living is such an impiety

Can't the Holy Lord be merciful?

Saving those downtrodden from a fate so fallen

Shall give them a joy so silken

Yet, blind, deaf and dumb he chooses to remain

Even when faced with the venerations of those maimed!

Oh see, see the scary plight of those lamed!

Do bring an end to this era

Dark it is shining with all its aura

Sensitive souls seeking the uplifting

Glad shall you be in a state of rewarding

Patience, and remember my blessing!

Thus spoke the Holy Lord

His ways are surely the pure ones

As watchful and peaceful is his state

And mindful He is towards our fate!

Try to guess the word~~~

Brought to light by the ancient Greek Fathers

It gives us today loads of lively feathers

Encouraged by all modern law makers

It is a marvel for us all, freedomers!

A four syllable word it is

An immense power it decrees

Equal right to each citizen

Equal chance for all the batmen!

A fair system of governing

A power for the people, by the people

Made up of members of the people

To be sure their rights remain ruling!

Without it, revolving in autocracy

Life would be as sour as celibacy

No more free speech, no free press

No scandal exposed, not even in abruptness

Thou didst guess it right

Democracy celebrated with all its might

Legal advocation of freedom

Say it, Long live this bright kingdom!

Weather Forecasting for a new day~~~

Tomorrow shall be a new day
Even if your mood is all grey today
The sun shall shine in the hay
And make you feel like summer's in the way!

Raining it is like cats and dogs
Pouring frogs down over the logs
Rivers race and run to be the first
To get to the sea to quench their thirst

Muddy boots, drenched raincoats
Today you shall be the King of Oats
No need to worry, after a  night's sleep
The new dawn shall be shining deep!

Rainbows, birds, butterflies even fairies
All laughing and playing with the lillies
Such is the forecast for a new day
After you let go of today, oh so grey!

Hearts hammering at the sight of clouds
No more runny noses and black shrouds
Bees having fun in ballrooms or at ballets
Say Hey brave new day to all the valets!

Be an AntiTerrorist!

To allow the Dark Age to be outpaced
The Holy Books have been graced
Shouting out eternal words of truth
They have since long been disgraced!

Since his dawning, Man is trying to be a God
When he is in fact no less than a clod
Forgotten he has, of his own fate
That of being a puppet so animate!

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Defying the powerful spiritual laws, he sins
Without any decency, he adores assassins
And without an ounce of pity, he destroys
Those living souls, who greets him with 'Ahoys"

Gone is his memory, blind is his vision
Dull is his knowledge and evil is his obsession
He knows not that God, even if glorious for some,
Deaf and dumb for others, is just as awesome!

In a burst of passion, God created man in his image
And chose of his lot as that of a wise sage
With sincere and devout feelings, he was to be a Mage
To love and to be loved he was to, as he is not a mirage!

Alas! The evils of darkness have won
A new word is today very well known,
Terrorism! Cruel, Bestial and Brutal
Man is aberrational and abnormal!

In my own way, I plead on this day to Man
Forget not our God, the ruler of this land
Even if He makes you an optimist or a pessimist
Be an altruist and Be an AntiTerrorist!

The story of life~~~

When fate decides to bring you love

Nothing can stop it not even the tearful dove

With love comes warmth and joy

With love red are the cheeks so coy

 

When fate decides to give you a kin

Be it a king or a queen, like you in skin

Life would require you to try the tricks

To turn your ruler into makers of sticks

 

When fate decides to have your kins married

There shall be none other than you worried

For three decades, their shadows you carried

Now comes the time to have your tasks buried

 

O Fate, who can be more powerful than you

With your magic wand, our lives change hue!

The message of love~~~

What to say of the ups and the downs?

What to say of those who are called clowns?

Better it is to laugh?

Or to cry in the bath?

Strange ponderings on my part

Inspired from the depth of my heart

Faced with the situations still due

I only wish to be wet with the dew

Shall peace ever reign this land, so foreign?

What to make of the glory of the sovereign?

Being a pessimist or an optimist

With faith, love shall have to persist

O life, filled with rainbows, so golden and so olden

Thy ways strange and conflicting shall be beaten!

Life is a dance~~~

Life, with your flow, I dance
And with your course, I sway
Sometimes with smiles which help me prance
Sometimes with tears, painfully red or grey


Life, beautiful for the lucky ones
Seen as the enjoyers, the swans
As for me, with my faith blooming
And with my youth blossoming


I pine, and yearn, like the Holy Queen
For the love of  my years as a teen
Where are you prince charming?
For your warm heart I am searching!


Life is a dance, whether a tango or a ballet
I live it with the zeal of an anklet
When I swirl and fly over the mountains
In my mind, I am rid of all pains


My own life, filled with my own strife
Fate shall you be kind to me in my afterlife
If I perform my moves with grace
And give the world a much needed solace?