Tuesday, November 19, 2013

When Things Go Wrong


When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must — but don’t you quit.


Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow 
You might succeed with another blow.


Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.


Success is failure turned inside out 
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt 
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems afar,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit 
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Ego


An illusion of the mind
A stumbling block
Towards the growth of humanity and mankind!
When you begin to have pre-conceived perceptions
That your existence is your own inception!

A feeling of being right
Imagining yourself as the saviour,as the knight
To believe, the knowledge and power you possess
No one can evaluate or assess!

A dark day and a darker night
The greatest hindrance
For evolution of the human psyche!

A negative bond between body and mind
In-ability to accept any other view or reason
It blocks your inner thoughts and vision!

The exact opposite of God’s nature
History stands as the greatest witness
To the horrific deeds of those egoistic people
Who felt they were greater
Than this world’s Creator!

An illusion of the mind
A stumbling block
Towards the growth of humanity and mankind!



Saturday, June 15, 2013

Tick Tock

This quiet night, full of nothing,
This empty bottle, that once had something,
These thoughts, which fill the mind and haunt the soul,
These feelings, which bind and take control,
These memories, that never fade, never break,
This is all the past, that which future will take,
Each day, each hour, each minute and second,
Each passing tick, is a tock to be reckoned,
Each passing moment, is a now gone then,
Each chance, opportunity in a distant when,
Let it wash, let it consume, let it take over,
If you can't live now, how can you have closure?
If every now is spent thinking about then,
Every empty bottle is an empty bottle again,
See through the glass, not the reflection so cryptic,
and you will see every tock is passed by another tick

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

A painting to its artist...



Prove this as such an undying fantasy
That I have wished to feel your breath
Across my silken shade of satin
Beneath my velvet pose
And just unearthed in polished vigor
My heart becomes a rose
And red like blood that feeds the weak
Or blue like azure skies
My body is my masterpiece
My critic is your eyes
Now lay me down to pass a test
A virgin drawn too close
Such picture perfect aptitude
I have and yet who knows
Tomorrow I will just be one of those who wears your wall
Today is not much better but tonight
Tonight I'm yours alone