Distant Thoughts

As she sat in the garden, her book on her lap
She hoped time would come to a stop
How cool, how pleasant it was here
It smelled of dreams, oh of that she was so dear!

She wondered what she would be like as an animal
Surely, she would be cruel and bestial
Hungry and thirsty, filling up her hunger
With those little beasts for whom she would be a predator!

She wished she could have, at the tip of her fingers, magic
Oh she would have surely tried every little trick
From bringing back time to travelling further in time
She would even sweeten the sour lime!

She hoped someday, to travel to the sun
Oh this was her dream, surely not a pun
For, full of mystery is life and all that surrounds it
So why not try to broaden further her knowledge a bit?

The air was stifling, studies were boring,
Romances in books are thrilling
She wished for an eternal lover,
Someone she would not be bored with, never ever!

With these thoughts in her mind, she slept
Her mind to great distances, stepped
And she became there, her living dreams, her whims
She became there, the Queen of her own films!

Imagination

Thing of mystery

It keeps me all so wary

Dream, think, remember

Also called the mind

Sometimes even as the soul

It is a wonder

Life, lived without it

Would turn us into robots

Living and toiling

Though a heart we have

A mind allows us to dream

To escape even

It's essence mystic

It's origin yet unknown

It's name known to all

Imagination

The most loved tool of poets

That which we treasure!

At Such Times~~~

When I am done with all of my daily duty
When empty is my cup
And dull seems to be my whole surroundings
I sit and do ponder

Remembering with lots of clarity
The times when small was my footstep
When little jokes had me laughing
Oh when life itself seemed to be a wonder

Though nothing has changed much today
Except that I have learnt to make my hay
While being grown and old
While trying to show the world, that I am, indeed bold

Yet, today, I do no longer laugh
I choose to abide to what I believe is my path
I let go of my little joys
Pretending they make me not coy

Someday, somewhere in the future
Life will have another landscape
Even a new shape
Then, shall I still wonder about its nature

The wise man once said it all,
We have to listen to our soul
Hear its call, listen to its saying
For what is gone, is never again coming!

Love and Hate~~~

I see on that face,
Confidence,
Arrogance
Why, it even reflects jubilance!

Once, more than eons ago,
It did give me more than one sorrow
It gave me aches
To the extent of putting my soul at stake!

Now, I seek it no more
For, with evil, it is fully sore
Though it be made of beauty
It cannot hide its facet of ferocity

Ugly, diseased, lost and blind
Oh I hope his like does not make all of humankind
Surely, the world is a better place
While he is on the other side of the fence!

Hate comes after love has died
With my pain, it has now come to side
Yet, this world I cannot choose but love
For it is made from the wants of the one above!

In the Mood for Love Again~~~

I sat and watched the blue sky
Never realizing that life could be so blissful
Today, tomorrow or even yesterday
He gave it to us, Him known as the Father of the Angels
Everyday of our lives;
Made to be spent in love making
Or in love giving
Or even in love painting,
Dreaming even, writing even,
For without love what would be life?
Oh love shared with a lover,
Rowing with him, on a crystal boat
Living with him a dream, like never seen before
Owing to which my happiness remains
Verily, the mood is for love  again
Eternal, everlasting, blissful, why, love is such!
Announce it to the world, share it with the world
Go search for it if you have it not
Awaken yourself, like me, to the temptations of love
It shall fill you with a sweet melody
Nurturing which you shall tame this wild world!

Dear Diary~~~~

Dear Diary,

You are my only friend

The only one to bear with my stand

So, do lend me your ears, why even your hand

I wish to confess, of how, in love, I am a total brigand!

Dear Diary,

I do not know what floats all over my body

If it is insanity

Or if it is simply an object of amorality

For I am filled with thrills; and they spark up my feminity!

Dear Diary,

He is a man I see only in my dreams

I am pretty sure, he knows not of my silent screams

He is powerful, respected, strong and bold

Faced with him, bland seems to be the whole world!

Dear Diary,

I keep my hope burning

Maybe, hopefully, someday, we shall have a meeting

Someday, he shall show me romance

Even if we have, in age, a huge difference

It matters not, for the heart remains always young in essence!

Dear Diary,

Am I basking in sin?

Has my head gone on a spin?

His name turns me into a butterfly

A new born one, having just discovered the expanse of the sky!

Just down the road~~~

Just down the road,
Lies the most graceful abode
There where all living souls
Make their destination at the sound of death's calls!

There shall I go as well
The day my aches will no more swell
It is not known as hell
It is simply a world ringing with spiritual bells!

Surely such an abode is known to all
Though its existence some believe has already met with its fall
I cannot pretend to loathe it
For I simply crave for it

I crave to see it,
To walk in it
For an eternal lapse of time
While enjoying the Lord's playful chime!

Just down the road,
You shall find that abode
A place to write a love ode
A place to be in the love mode!

No one lives his life

When my life was spent
I lay on my death bed,
All bent and in torment
Wondering about where shall I be led?

I was scared,
The truth was now ready to be bared
Is there life after death,
Is hell there where I shall now give my worth?

It came, like a flash of lightning
I never felt any painful burning
I just closed my eyes
And opened them to new skies

He was there, a fair knight
He looked at me with expectation
My own spirit was shining so bright
I feel my heart melting, faced with this divine revelation

It was a world so still
Yet, I could not refrain myself from feeling a thrill
I was with God
I was, at last, with the leader of the herd!

A world it is, ruled by eternity,
It is there, a sanctity
Peace prevails
The Lord, for such, entails!

It matters not, he said
If you believe your life was not lived
Life on Earth is a temporary phase
Meant to shower you with false praise

Those who get attached to its false vision
Keep returning to its endless illusion
Be calm, be happy, here, you shall be free
Free to be as you do deem yourself to be!

If I were a man~~~

If I were a man,
I would have seen my current stand
As being that of a frail maiden
One lost someplace, maybe in the sand
Or flowing along with the desert winds!

If I were a man,
I would have said to myself,
Why, be not cruel to those devoid of wealth
Rather, do lend them a hand
Help them eat, help them in any way you can!

If I were a man,
I would have learnt to paint,
The very image of the great saint
A man without any faith
Is surely one ill in health!

If I were a man,
I would have traveled the world
I would, with its scenery, have filled my soul
And would have chosen someplace, to build my nest
Someplace which would  have allowed me to both toil and rest!

If I were a man,
I would have chosen to rule
With the might of the old school
Surely, oh surely, I would have invoked fear
Surely, I would have invoked my enemy to say 'oh dear'

Regrets~~~

Regrets work their way through my heart
Calling out to me to give myself a new start
Regrets from the past
A past that could never last
Regrets which bid me to hide my true being!

Yet, don't we all regret something
Be it love or even a matter of great becoming
Somehow, it is in our nature to regret
For what is gone, we shall never ever get
But is it enough a reason for me to ruin my being?

A man he was,
He waged with me, many a wars
He left on me, many a scars
Now I only see him only from afars
And I realize that life and love can be lusty liars

Though regrets do burn in me
I relish my other harmony
Other than seeking to find the Heavens
Other than wanting to be arisen
I have, for myself, no other aim!

Shall I someday have the visit of an everlasting romance
I shall share with it, a dazzling dance
Life is made of the past, of youth and of its mistakes
It is certainly not reason enough to put our tomorrow at stake
Regrets I hold of yesterday, made me the person I am today!