Polish, unceasingly

Never was and never will be
A life with all shine, golden shine
But no dullness, never will be.

For a brass to shine polish the brass neatly
So goes for life, polish it daily unceasingly
Losing the shine is very much human
But are no mere mortal, we can rise when we have to
So say the wise ones long gone in time.

Never was and never will be
A life with all shine, golden shine
But no dullness, never will be.

A path without its ups and downs
Let me tell you is imagery and
this lasting not long.

When the shine stops, remember
It's time to polish again, unceasingly
For what a dull life would it become
In the absence of a little hard work,

Polish and let it shine.

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Majestic Night

The night is asleep

Leaving me awake in the depth of silence
As it advances toward the day.
I wish it takes me along
Along its mystical slumber
So the vigor turns me better.
I love the night, a layer in time
It fills me with nostalgia
But that too with perfection.
The night I marvel is the night that hides
Many sorrows of years hidden in time
As it peels each from the heart through the tears.
This night is indeed a lovely night
Intertwined within the folds of shady darkness
Are many good and the bad, and the deepest sorrow.
The beauty of the night
Is the beauty eternal,
It stands majestically on its own.


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DEADENED (RAINFOREST)

It is all gone

Within splits of seconds

The visible disappeared.

It is magical

Oh!! It is magical

Stones unturned

Trees uprooted

Conscience eloped

Development runs wild

How fast it kills...

Rain forest ruffled

Her womb scourged

Such violence

What a painful extraction.

A treasure worth millions in years

A habitat built neatly over those years

So many unseen species go berserk

A place called home is now dead.

The wind has no place to go

While the sun merrily burns

The earth is getting loose like teardrops

Because it cannot hold anymore.

The little joys

The camaraderie

The citizens of rainforest shared

Is farther now, even from a dream.

Tribal in their ignorant

Cheated to paltry psychological

Of modern man’s deadly intentions

To bore and tear their homes

In return of sweetened poisons offered.

No man claim to have done that

Yet every man is aware a tree is dying

At every turn of the clock’s needles.

Who cares?

I am contented with my life

I have my shade a home called heaven

Go damn with others.

Attitude kills mama

It kills slowly

For one day we may not have trees around us

And oxygen may become a commodity

You and I have to buy to breathe again and again.

And civilizations may never rise again.

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Mergence

I am sitting

            Alone

In the stillness

            Of myself

Beyond ripples

            Of desires.

A little pebble I am now

            Amidst the vortex

Waiting to dissolve

            In timelessness.

Waiting, yes I am!!.

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Rise Please - MH 370

Stolen from the hearts of many 
The lights of their lives and hope.
 
Dotting the sky on 8th March 2014
The modern bird seemingly vanished into thin air
Clues nor trails dense could not be seen anywhere
But only guesses, theories and speculations.
 
MH370 a bird from Malaysia succumbed
To an unknown mystery leaving minds baffled.
 
As young as 2 and as old as 76
All missing, magically transported into realms unknown
239 the numbers gone missing, and as claimed by technology
Unto the depth of Indian Ocean the calculations ended.
 
On the land after traumatic tearful waiting days
A reunion deemed so shady, but separation as announced is sturdy.
 
Among many moments in human lives

Reunion and separation are the most intense
Reunion a momentary bliss will slowly fade in joy throughout life
While separation dives deep into the heart and let it bleed till death.
 
MH 370 has cast a veil so thick that the eyes couldn't reach
But within the wishful minds of many still a little hope glittering.
 
Where have you been hiding for so many days?
Is it true you are among the ripples of the wildest spot on earth?
 
A dark night It was as you winged through the wind above
Crossing a path unexpected with an uncanny diversion
You set the haunting mystery to march on and on for days
Setting sleeplessness a routine with only hope and faith to lean upon. 
 
Now MH370, if indeed it is true that you are gone for good
A little note I wish you have written on the lashing waves for us to read.
 
I am telling you that minds in pain can anytime go insane
The power infallible please speak to us through any language you prefer
Please let not the scar of weeks wind up the lives of anticipating ones
Muster whatever courage remains, tell us there are still a few fighting the waves.
 
An answer is what the world is expecting to hear
How long will it take for you to rise with the truth?

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The mystery within

Masquerading between light and shadow
life goes on in full expanse like a meadow
Where the greener grass mingles well with the yellow ones
And the stream farther ahead only by sound we know it exist.
The pleasure this mind offers to us now and then
Rejuvenate the hope that yonder still lies the light
While the pain this mind renders to us now and then
Bestows experience to live a life better than before. 
 
The moonlit night confers a thousand mysteries
Along with it comes the beauty as well
The eyes hardly sees the moonlit night
For glamor and glitters of worldly marvels more.
Tampering the holes to fill the hankerings
Make this life becomes a deluded war zones
Where no enemies stand in the front nor back
But only us to fight with us and we grumble of pain.
 
Enemy within portrays the enemies without
Set this mind in beauty of awareness
The world sets itself in wonderful ways
And colors be your life in success and in failure. 
 
 
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