My life
has been saved
not by courage
but patience

Myself I diminish
but am not impoverished

To be recognised
is to be agonised

Most selves --verily
hide some deception-
this is essentially
what human nature is made of

If you hurry
or rush
what you'd have
would only be second class

always
often
frequent
sometimes
seldom
hardly
never

The self --verily-
is the greatest burden
and perpetual mischief
if not handled properly

Don't go beyond yourself
you'd only court failure

I don't even know myself enough
other people how dare I judge?

Don't say:
'At last
the day is over! '

Rather:
'I'll poise myself
for tomorrow

to do better
be quieter
but stronger-
be kinder
gentler
fairer

not to let
myself down
or any other-
to seek
a new adventure
and wonder-

upon the setting
of the sun of every day:
' I've lived'
to bravely declare!'

They placed their trust
not in the beginning
instead in the last-
their quest in-between
for meaning
was irreversibly crushed

I'm strong
only in a small part--
my weaknesses abound
but I don't ever lose heart

I'm my own
I seek no comparison
even as a tiny
and unseen ****
the rose I envy not-
the sun shines
equally at this spot-
I'm warmed
and nourished
never impoverished-

with patience
and diligence
I hope to learn
to turn
some weaknesses
into some stronger strait-
and I do clearly know
that wouldn't be too late

In response to a post on love and death

    In loving truly, we have transcended death---
it can't take away that which is divine within us
and remains such with us for all eternity.

In our such 'existence',  death has no room
and walks away---powerless-- never to return again.

Talent
isn't its own
it's nurtured
and nourished
by patience

Every idea can be more effectively put across
(in my view)  with a better choice of words

Poetry takes over immediately
when prose abruptly stops
it has the supreme quality
to draw out the deepest thoughts

Can I say
   I'm honest
  when out
  of ten times
  only nine
  I've scored?

It's only when people
are lost in the dark night
would they begin to realise
how blissful to be living in the light

I love every Monday :

it draws me closer

to my monthly pay-

weekends are costly

my credit card blows away!

Sentiments know no logic
           yet in such a life I live
           thinking and reasoning
           is unfeeling and mechanistic
          and offers my heart no relief

Of one's best side

that people describe

mine I seriously doubt:

to what virtues do I subscribe?

When soliloquy
is much better than
a thousand voices
of society

My patience
and endurance
make me stronger
than courage

You've read 5,000 books
this doesn't matter
unless they contain substance
and made your live better

I've several heights
to climb -even in the night
and here there's not
a single spark of light-

the bitterest winter -wind
how my face it does cruelly bite!
But I have promises to keep
all fear I've to set aside-

the woods are dark and deep
every intruder they dislike
hard words they seem to speak
they are my very blight!

I can't anyhow walk back:
I've promises to keep
several heights  still to steep
before I'll find the comfort of sleep

Paradise is not outside
you'll find it only within your inside

I don't wish
to know more
it'd only cause
me more sore

If you don't climb
the height you'd not know-

if you don't run
you'd not know
what's fast or slow-

if you don't go
what's in store
you won't know-

how cold is outside?
you've to step
into the snow-

who deep is the water?
to its depth you must flow-


what's the meaning
of life?-
you've to suffer sorrow-


how could you feel
love's glow
if its footsteps
you don't follow?

If you must grow
chart your own path
be nobody's shadow!

The world
is not mine to own-
equally
I'll not allow myself
to be owned -
by the same token

If one has

no doubt

their life

is not worthy

to be spoken about

First---find health
not wealth
if you've found
the former
life you'll celebrate
and forget
the latter

Existentialism
in just five words:
life is meaningless
and absurd

I'll be present
    but have nothing
   to say- I'll leave it
   to others who attend

I'll be present
    but have nothing
   to say- I'll leave it
   to others who attend

Time has taken flight
by myself I still abide
what has gone before
will serve as my guide-

the oak-tree has shed
its old branches and leaves
but its roots continue to strive
its health is unaffected

I've gone through life's
ups and downs-- I've become
more resilient, stronger
bolder and wiser--have triumphed

over every adversity -
I'll fear no future outcome
an adventurer still at heart
every challenge I'm happy to welcome

My teacher
once said to me:
If you've nothing
to say--shut up
or you'll be causing misery!

In wanting you
  nothing else I'd need
on your love
I'll eternally feed

It's short-lived-
the sunshine outside
that which never fades
resides in your inside

Choose wisely

Poetry
is the sanctuary
of the poet
where he gravitates
his thoughts and feelings
of exquisite beauty
and in this he hopes
his rhyme and verse
will be read in posterity

What words
would be said
by a married couple
when they reach a hundred?

They have after their names
a string of degrees and qualifications
don't be taken in by such credentials
study what they are closely--as persons

Life,  often, more the rupture
considerably less--the rapture

The greatest beauty
is invisible-
the sublimest thought
is incommunicable -

the dearest love
is  undefinable
the deepest sorrow
is indescribable.

It's not for me- poetic  magnificence-
I'm merely a lover of words which I weave
together in moments of awakened inspiration
hoping what's written makes sense in every sentence

If something is over-idealised
it's bound to have the person agonised:
it would be will-o'-the- wisp
and cause the demise of wish

I don't dismiss
the seemingly absurd
its every angle I search
some merit therein is uncovered

Is life the problem

   or is it you?

   Step back and think

   you'd know which is true

Let not your pursuit
be inimical to the truth
though what you desired
has been achieved--it'll yield no good

If you have inner splendour

it will be instinctively felt by another