Love Everyone!

everyone is invincible in their bravest moments.

everyone is indestructible in their humblest moments.

everyone is accurate in their truest moments.

everyone is happy in their thankful moments.

everyone is genius in their creative moments.

everyone is trustworthy in their moments of satisfaction.

so,  just love everyone.. and if time did not had the power to change everyone.. everyone will stay wise, humble and strong.

A World I Never Made

The world goes round in circles, imitating the heavenly dance;
While the mortals are fazed and blinded by their Ego's trance;
From the sky the cosmos are ever stealing a glance;
Just smiling at our futile efforts and our stupid plans.

Incomplete is the work of Universal Art, longing to be filled;
Not every colour fits the frame seldom too dull or too thrilled;
Time controls perfection otherwise all melodies are shrilled;
And the beast of fortune is caged, just waiting to be killed.

Time grows out of space and space out of time;
I used to wander both, but now bounded by my crime;
Those who stray not lost, but are the souls sublime;
Trying to know the secret of the Universe and its secret chime.

And so like the accidental ray of light falling in the dark shade;
Going illuminating the apparent corners of the enormous facade;
Like a fierce arrow aiming at a precise goal it never laid;
Blame me not, for I was born into a world I never made.

A Poet's Dilemma

to say or not to poke,
to promise or to provoke;
to cry or to dismiss,
to trash or to publish?

to address or to redress,
to submit or to suppress;
to enumerate or to elaborate,
to deliver it or for time it can wait?

to optimize or to minimize,
too long or its just the perfect size;
i see infinity within my empty slate,
should i sing it or simply just state?

Your Glory!

Do you have Hope at the start of this new day,
or still caught up in the cunning yesterday?
Stand up and fight for yourself, be whatever may,
till the Sun seems far to you and Sky so grey..

You've Never been burnt by the sun's immaculate glow,
but it hurts the still waters and makes them flow..
Same is the irony of life and it surpasses faith,
to quench your thirst, something needs to be slayed..

You wake up in reality, a world unlike your dreams,
the music of life is absent, almost replaced by screams..
here men play the games as children become men,
the strings of your fate controlled by the unholy heathen..

But your treasure is your hope, your faith your wealth,
protect your vanity and help this sick world regain its health..
The dream of reality is your life as you want it to be,
Defend it to death, and the sun will tell the stars - Stories of your Glory..