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

Anger is a Burden

Filled with vengeance, you hate someone
Seething with anger you are thrusting the sword
Steaming with malice you want to hurt the other
But this angry sword is double edged
As you stab the other person, the other end
Is piercing deeper and deeper into your own heart

Nostalgia

The wonderful past comes knocking on the door of the heart
You open the door, hugging the past like an old friend
The bits of past joys crawl into the mind
Invoking a longing and tears of passion
Like to a pillow you cling to the memories
But like air the memories begin to vanish again
Through the door of your heart going back into the past
You try to reach them with your hands again and again
To bring them back to you, to stay with you forever
But they keep going into the thick fog of the past

The Glass is Half Full

When your attitude is positive the heart is as free
As a wild bird, not a prisoner in the cage of gloom
There is an inner light that scares away dark times
Night is rendered as bright as broad daylight
Positivity being a powerful headlight in the darkness
It shatters and disperses darkness along the road of life
Darkness is made a disarmed wasp that has lost its sting
Rendered harmless, no longer invokes dread in the heart
That is full of rays of positivity radiating from its walls
Disappointments are seen under such shining light
Such a light that exposes their hidden resourcefulness
It moves the heart to proffer hearty apologies 
For thinking them bad in a case of mistaken identity
When in fact they are means to contentment

The Double-Faced Journey

This one life meets a stone in his travels
And sees the dreaded stumbling block
That dashes his hopes and halts the journey
Another life comes across the same stone
And smiles, seeing a blessed stepping stone
That will give him a footing on the murky trail
And he thanks fortune for the valuable provision

Count Your Own Blessings

The heart sits down in his den
And keeps the eyes looking next door
And says to himself over and over again
"Better blessed than me is my neighbor"
Even as blessings keep flowing in
And then out going down the drain
And the gloomy heart knows no bliss

Smile in Style

As the smile comes alive in style
As the smile journeys from the lips in a file
The face that was hardened and rugged in wile
Lights up in delightful smoothness and tenderness
And on from there, like a wave it spreads and breeds
It captures the whole room like spring in bloom
Touching each soul with ample warmth all the while
And all those touched faces light up too in delight
And on from there still, beyond in such a thrill
The smile lights up the rest of the world for miles

A Blanket in Tatters

Everyone is pulling on the blanket in every direction
Everyone wants it to be in his possession
Putting up a ferocious fight to have it all to himself
To everyone what matters is his own self

The Deception of Pride

With the most flamboyant voice
Proud pride tells me that my path
Is as smooth as a polished mirror
That there are no ditches, no obstacles
Flattering pride declares my future bright

An Endless Wait

My bread and butter, when will you come down
To grace my table, yawning since the dawn of dawn?
I am sitting here waiting for you all the long days
And all the dark nights, watching for signs in the rays
I have been sitting like that for ages waiting 

Just Be Who You Are

When your strong values be the foundation
On which your sinews and guts be constructed
You stand out taller than the tallest skyscrapers
Your values being a foundation mightier
Than any concrete ever made in the world

The Double Edged Future

The optimist stretches his eyes and sees the invisible future
And says, "It is bright, promising and so beautiful a future!"
His heart is eagerly looking forward to its approach
That it may speedily reach the present moment and find him
The future, in its treasure box, holds delicious opportunities

The Talent in You

You got this talent, this art, this skill    
That naturally comes to your constitution
It lies in your deep trenches sleeping
On the substitute bench it is forever confined
Never to be played in the real world
Never to grace the pitch of serious business
It lies in the cold, destitute and unused
As useful as it is, yet soundly overlooked

Passion

Passion breathes life, such a stubborn life
That refuses to die, but makes death himself flee
It's so hot it burns through the impediments
Opening up the path of ultimate achievement
Without passion is without fruitful life

The Unity of Little Things

Audio: The Unity of Little Things

There is a drop of water so little so insignificant
Nobody ever notices its much short-lived presence
But when a little drop and still more little drops
Come together as one, there emerges a mass of water
And the very massive ocean that no one can ignore
Is made up of those multitudes of united little drops

The Classroom of Experience

Audio: The Classroom of Experience

Your eyes, keep them as ready and sharp as can be
Every minute of the time
Prepared to observe the Teacher's moves
And discover the all important hidden secrets
That hold keys to the doors abounding opportunities
In this classroom of experience
Where learning is as borderless as the infinite horizon

The Irony of Life

Audio: The Irony of Life

Life ruthlessly strikes me down
With her uncompromising heavy blows
Drawing pained tears with furious whips
Willing me to stand up stronger
Back on my feet taller than ever
Feeling as victorious as blissful 
And thanking life with joyful tears

The Deception of Speeding

With the runaway zeal to beat time lies the goal periled
This flying time is invisible to blows, making beating it an exercise in futility
While you are rushing in the hope of winning against time
Time flies at once on its swift wings to ambush you at the finish line
By speeding after impossible time the true goal lies martyred

Anticipation and Reality

Seeing that I trained so hard for the rugged mountain
Been up and down the stony rough slopes
And readily look forward to wrestling with a mountain
Reality brings not a mountain when the real moment comes
She brings me a rough river to cross instead

The Power Problem

As it increases unchecked, power becomes monstrous
Like a balloon being carelessly and dangerously inflated
Every praise, every worshiping that is accorded to it
Is like air being blown over and over into the balloon
The confidence overgrows to become an inflated ego