Blindness

We go blind when with eyes cannot see,
or we stop using our reasoning facility.

Everything Matters

Say not that, this does not matters,
say not that, that does not matters,
for the harsh truth is everything matters,
everything matters to a certain degree.

These kind of statements are at best consolations,
for not well received or short of appreciation,
better thing is to accept ourselves as we are,
ignorance or pretension does not sets our self free.

Dreams and goals

In dreams things are conceived, 
through goals they are achieved.

I WILL ABSOLVE YOU OF SIN

Two middle aged men,
by the end of the day,
came to a village,
and stayed at the inn.

Both having intentions,
disclosed to none,
went for a walk
in the village as came morning.

Saw equally both misery
poverty and ill literacy
the pious heart ached
and it delighted the cunning.

Both came back to the inn,
each one charting out,
their course of action,
at full flow thoughts running.

Thought the pious man,
first thing is education,
and for that we need a school,
the desire in his heart burning.

And in the meantime,
the crooked has his mind running too,
came up with a plan to woo,
exclaiming! it will be stunning.

Next day both went to village,
asking for funds to venture out,
patiently meeting everyone,
and meticulously explaining.

The scholar came back depressed,
with negligible funds,
why nobody wants the light?
baffled and questioning.

So he thought of going back,
to from where he had come,
and with the grieving mind,
he started picking and packing.

while moving out by chance,
he met the crooked one,
explaining that he offered light,
and in support he got nothing.

The crooked laughed at him,
and showed him his collection
of funds, collected by telling
that I WILL ABSOLVE YOU OF SIN.

Temptation

Lack of restraint,is calling for a doom,
in an ideal life, temptation has no room.

A Last Note

Father! we the sons are born into this world,
to share your burdens and divide your pain,
but if we can cannot lessen your misery,
than our living is of no use and is in vain.

Father! we the sons are born into this world,
so that when the age takes away your strength,
by that time our limbs are strong enough,
to get you up and walk a helping hand we can lend.

But alas! in this world the day i was born,
my limb's refused to move, they were crippled,
and you who might have seen thousand joyous dreams,
lost it all in one go and your misery tripled.

And there were thousand voices echoing same thought,
to throw me away in a bin and declare me dead,
but instead you choose to walk the treacherous way,
took me home and gave ample both of love and bread.

But today when i am of thirty and you of sixty three,
i see i continue to further deepen your misery,
and i who cannot put even a morsel of food in my mouth,
see only one way to set you of all this free.

I know in earnest you loved me but i could not give back,
forgive me for the life long plight,misery and pain,
now i go back to the heavenly world from where all we come,
and there unrestrained of bodies we shall meet again.

Ask from me

Ask from me
not for me,
for i am tree,

in whose hood
bees of sadness
have casted a beehive,
which sting all
whether friend or foe
with the sting's of misery
and forever afterwards
there is no relieve

on whose branches
are uncounted
thrones of pain
you cannot see
which if you touch
inflict a wound so deep
that you will die
with days of bloody bleed

in whose mound
thousand of snakes
of long held grudges
keep and sleep
forever looking
for a prey to bite
to release the venom
held from long
in their sharp teeth

so if you want good
take this much care
its must and you should:
be together sing and dance
have the fruits of company
enjoy the honey of sweet words
which sometimes i speak
but ask from me not for me.