Monday, May 10, 2010

Let it ripe..its own way.


Everything seems to have its own way
No matter what we may do or say
Things always happen at the right juncture
Unfathomable indeed this game of nature.

Unfathomable indeed this game of nature.
With so many colors and vibration around
He gave us this creation in its fullness
With a canvas called life for each of us

With a canvas called life for each of us
In equal proportion, He gave us all
But, with our mind unequally we perceive all
Between happiness and sorrow, the story we unroll.

Between happiness and sorrow, the story we unroll.
Obtrusive indeed life seems most of the times
Occasionally fades unto oblivion, behind our minds
To compensate it, a mask each one of us wears deliberately.

To compensate it, a mask each one of us wears deliberately.
To keep the darkest moments always far from us
Yet, things remain within our reach
We choose to not to share with any.

We choose to not to share with any
This painting on the canvas called life
It belongs to none but to each of us
Yet we do not belong to where we ought to.

Yet we do not belong to where we ought to
Painstakingly things roll on in this life
With careful steps, let us avoid the razor’s edge
Life is a stream bubbling, not once but many times.


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3 comments:

  1. I like the way your poems seems to lay out a philosophy of life. Well done.

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  2. I liked this poem very much.Thank you for sharing.

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  3. Well done!! close to life!!

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