Love, Conquer, Bliss

Light, reason, we see those times,
Over ends as reached, through means unknown,
Vile men conquer on as we honest forlorn,
Ever be joy, bliss, you solitary soul.

Long nights stay, and lovers separate,
Of these pitiful days you say not,
Veer thy mind and body, veer to the good, veer!
Ever be joy, bliss, you solitary soul.

Lost in time, lost among doers bad,
Out you come, rise, rise above this broken land,
Vast lands await unseen, conquer, be vile!
Ever be joy, bliss, you solitary soul.

Mellow

A light, vivacious in its bearing, illuminates what I see,
Softness pervades my mind, and I’m set free!
To ends, I shall go, but means, I will honor and fear,
Over mountains, and rivers, I shall relish this freedom and shed a tear.
Urge to discover, to see and to live,
Nourishing this child of mine, my dream, to believe,
Day and night and far and wide, I shall spread the joy of peace,
In this light that I see, a bliss, come share it with me.
Never let’s quarrel, my kin, my kind,
Go be mellow, and a peace you will find.

Mind-lore

I have, unabashed, soared,
from underneath a stifled dream,
I was, as in, repressed, by ’em,
and a lore of life hidden in me.

and now as i walk among,
a breeze that comes with,
brings a halcyon memory forth,
for a life that lies beckoning.

of the many colors that remain
untasted through my days,
in my land i will,
a brief affair, with the strange.

I will, oh certainly do,
see ’em all, drink and taste.
pleasures of the vim,
oh come along, define your life.

and when the wind hit,
as it took away my repose,
or so i thought, I veered,
from a path, of inertia and torpor.

of that scraggly life that i led,
i forget, and i think, and i think,
this new freedom biting its way in,
the devil in me laughed.

I shall, through and through pass,
culling, for life throws ’em aplenty,
affluence seeking its way home,
this myriad mind of mine.

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is my contribution to Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 31

Indian Glory

The pride of being a denizen
Of the country so vast and magical
And glory as its epithet,
Is ignited.

Beyond the realms of mankind
A god in whom we trust
Laughs, for he knows
He has flawed in his greatest creation

A flaw that we must
Introspect within us
And when we realize the truth
Our faith decides destiny.

And in this land of mystery
A land of immense power and magic
We battle,
A battle for our survival

A flaw that coerced joy
The battle deluded the mind
and the fate that followed
Is decided by him and only him.

Diversity is a humble word
To express the magnitude of man
Enduring the lifestyle it has to offer
Bearing, enjoying, relishing.

In this cycle of emotion
There is darkness.
A profane enemy lurking,
Waiting for his gamble.

The flaw, a twisted mind
And of no respect to human values
A pervert aroused.
For he lurks in us, beware.

And we introspect, this very moment
To curb the deviant, and a desperate plea
O lord! Help us defy the flaw.
And fight the virus which has the potential.

And thus does faith determine
The true road to destiny.
But the shield that still binds us
Is that we are still denizens of this land.

And when we fight, we unite
Against the profane and the pervert.
The enemy which has lured us into battle.
And thus we are, true to our kind.

Faith, unity, and Mother Nature
The elements intertwined,
Gives us a light, the answer
To man’s supplication.