Man~~~

I see in Man,
Arrogance,
Disturbance,
Why, he is himself a great repugnance

I see in Man
Evil,
A selfish ill
Satisfied he is only when he has his fill

I see in Man
Disease
Always is he ill at ease
Still he believes he is so wise

I see in Man
Ego
Never is he out of sorrow
Even if life gives him, to follow, its own flow!

When I see Man as such
I prefer to lose myself in the mysticism of the church
There, at least, is found the symbolism of the Lord
There, at least, I can forget Man and his blurry blizzard!

When I see Man as such
I hammer on myself, on my mind, so much
So much, willing myself to find a ready answer
As to why does Man abuse of his power?

Shall I someday be able to save Man from himself
I shall fill him with my own breath
I shall give him faith
I shall help him see how humble is life itself!

Mauritius

My motherland, the land of four colors, the land of sweetness As is described by its rich history, filled with wars and battles United it stands today, giving freedom to each and every son of its soil Revered as the land of the sun, sea and sand, the beaches, the golden skin It is where was found the lost Dodo, killed till its last by those hungry colonizers The land where I took birth, the land I admire, the land away from which I shall not survive Imagination pours strongly in every corner of this island, be it in songs or in poetry Unmistakably the jewel of all the Indian Ocean Sweet is its fragrance, sweet is its beauty, my homeland it is!
A small retreat surrounded by the blue lagoon Loved by all those who upon seeing its nature, do swoon!

My heart's color~~~~

The rain beats down my window pane
Inside, I feel safe, devoid of any pain
The night is dark
The right time for an artwork

My heart is no more colored red
These days, it has changed its color
These days, it allows itself to be led
Being now multicolored, it allows life to take it farther

Farther and farther, I go in the discovery of its avenues
How delicious are those recipes that life brews
Sometimes intoxicating drinks and champagne
Other times it gives a dish as tasteful as a lasagne

Surely, life wills me to explore farther
Else why would it change my heart's color?
Why would it hold all of the world's color
If not to try to make of my days, something brighter!

Embers of time

There was once a time

When I lived my life as would a mime

Laughing like mad

Lightening the days of the sad

I would even feel the joy

Of being taken for a toy

Played with and even thrown away

My life revolved only around my own play

At such a time, my heart was still young

For a knight I did make up a song

For that knight I did fight off the world

I survived as the one who chose not to follow the whole herd!

Those time are still etched in my mind

I wish to go back to those days I left behind

Those, those were the real days, shall I say to my friend

Now, I choose to live as the one set out to explore a new found land!

Sweet is it indeed~~~~

Sweet is the taste of freedom

Freedom for me,

Is like I am 

Free to be

Free to dance

Free to walk

Where I want

When I want

Free to live

Free to laugh

Free to love

Free to enjoy

Free to even be a lover

Yet, why is it that each time I am set free

I feel in my mouth

The bitter taste of emptiness

Why is it such?

That I also feel

That freedom is a cowardly escape

Life is meant to be toiled

And labored

Without my imposed duty

I would not live

I would not be in sorrow

Nor would I at times laugh

Nor would I at other times yearn for a deep breath

Freedom is what I need

Expansion is what I also need

Being all the times my duty's companion

I choose to enjoy this freedom

While knowing that sometimes later

I shall myself ask to be bound

Bondage is, after all, the very essence of life, here on Earth!

Dreams I do Crave~~~

Dreams,

Dreams shape up my world

As clouds fill up the skies

As bees swarm over the flowers

As lovers turn only towards each other!

Dreams

Into which I run

To escape this harsh world

This reality, 

Or what seems to be this reality!

Would you be able to discern the real

What is it that you do call the unreal?

To solve this mystery, I am full of zeal

Yet, 

However much I search for answers, I find them never!

Would it not be bold

To say that this world is not for real

Would it not even seem cruel

To call this object of beauty

A thing so diseased and ugly?

Dreams

Have shown me my past

Even the future

Beginning sometime after my death

Sometime when shall ring my final bell

Dreams

Elevate me to the higher realm

Placed somewhere hidden

Near to Eden

For that realm, I ask, I crave, to be let on a run!

See you not how pointless is this world

Pointless indeed,

For it all ends with death

Pointless indeed

For every beginning has an ending!

Dreams,

The mind and its visions

How mystifying is it all

Pointless is indeed life here

But it surely does have an aim

Else why would I be?

Why would it all be?

Why would there be love?

Surely for some particular reason,

Understood by the one who sends me my dreams!