Land of the Green and the Bold

The plane is struggling along the road

Having by the car been candidly told

That the best way is the awesome road

To the land of the green and the bold

Now the plane is happily flying high

His heart having convinced him to fly

For his is not the road but the sky

To the land of the green and the bold

The Simple Beginning

 The plane, that now the sky rules 

That proud giant that now is a marvel

A humble glider is what it was once  

That flew at the mercy of the winds

That is how the beginning started

The Thing that Matters

 Am I a frog? Then I cherish my special

Hopping ability, it is my source of pride

I worry not about my inability to fly

You Have It All In You

Why are you standing there staring in the sky

Envying the birds that are proudly flying high?

Switch that attention to the magnificent you

See the imposing wings that you have too 

You can fly just as high as the birds do

Fly high, fly wide, you have it all in you

Desperation

For all the frustration and stressing, 

The only reward is disappointment

Instead of relief and happiness

That One Skill

Audio: That One Skill

A knife can do a lot of things

But cutting is what it does best

A hammer can do a lot of things 

But who can beat it at driving the nail?

A pen can do a lot of things 

But what it does best is writing

The Quiet Beginning

When a goal is in its infancy

There is no one taking fancy

To give it a standing ovation

Let alone to hail the mission

Fear is a Roadblock

It is a roadblock on the road
An enemy of the very inner peace
A menace that quashes the hopes
Forcing you cowering into a corner
Stopping you from reaching success 
Bringing your progress to a halt
A hindrance that must be eliminated
Before the wheels can move forward
Fear and success can't share a room
You can only choose one of them
And that is choosing between
Standing still and moving forward

The First Opportunity

The first opportunity is only the first door
It is just the entrance and the beginning
Plenty of other doors come in sight
Leading to plenty of other opportunities
You don’t just linger there, you go ahead
And open these many other doors

The Whole Story of the Face

The face being only the tip of the iceberg
When the brow furrows into tight lines
And the eye narrow to sharp slits
And when the mouth makes a tight pout
There is a volcanic activity going on
Inside the depths of the heart
That is raging and clamoring to erupt
There is a boiling vengeance inside
Running in the veins everywhere
And the mind is feverishly scheming
And sketching heated deployment plans
For a tirade of very choice weaponry

Stick With Your Conscience

Think twice before you choose
To fight your own conscience
Before you run away from courage
Choosing the way of treachery

Thinking Outside the Box

The mental net is cast wider
Beyond the limits of the traditional breadth
The reign of the eyes is not limited to
Where the torch is pointing
But also where the torch dares not point

The Idea: Then and Now

A while ago the idea was young, fresh and beloved
Confidence of the heart was all over it
It radiated power and commanded hope
It attracted admiration and glorious awe
That was the case only a short while ago
When the sun was rising over the horizon
It was dawn and the day was young with a bang
It is now dusk and the day is tired and retired
The idea is suddenly ages old, weak and meaningless
Doubts of the heart now surround that idea
Questioning its feasibility and profitability
What was full of possibilities is now impossible
The admiration that it had lately commanded
Has been usurped by utter disdain and scorn
With the setting of the sun is the idea going
Never to become the big deal that it promised to be

Generous Summer

The sun comes out grinning widely
This is the time of the year when the
Sun is as generous as the right hand
It is a time when the sun is out, giving
The best of his shining all day long
Making a show of his magnanimity
Till the land is parched and cracked
From being pampered relentlessly
And till the trees and the grass
Are baked and scorched thoroughly
Till everybody is sweating and panting
Under the glare of the shiny sun
Till the awestruck world is left marveling 
For the summer knows no bounds