The shallow water still reflects the moon,
A drop of water ripples the sky,
In night what shall we do,
Where the pyre dies in anguish,
This road shall not lead to paradise,
Gasping for air while crawling this path,
Found another soul of self,
One for hunger and one for greed,
Its sure we have no where to go,
Or do we know where to go?
He who enlightened the life with pain,
Showed no pain but life,
For we shall be thankful to live,
Than forget this pain,
Between birth and death,
All shall we know,
Beyond this sanctity what shall I seek,
For smell of a flower or cry of a baby,
What shall I know, If not for life I have,
He who enlightened the life with pain,
Showed no pain but life,
For we shall be thankful to live,
Than forget this pain,
What we need is what he seth,
What we desire explains no destiny,
It hard to play the natures rule,
We are just occupt a space in the vast,
He who enlightened the life with pain,
Showed no pain but life,
For we shall be thankful to live,
Than forget this pain,
The purpose of life we seek,
May be the purpose in itself,
Shall we not succeed,
But die not in misery,
He who enlightened the life with pain,
Showed no pain but life,
For we shall be thankful to live,
Thank forget this pain…..
Life is a fine piece of art
While it is in our hands it is crafted
We are no artists to crave a master piece
We are a bunch on novice playing a master
Like a sculpture we have broken many wings of the angel
Like a poet we have misrepresented the syntax
Like lovers we have fallen in for inanimate things
Yet as a soul from every err of ours learn a new technique
What is life without misery?
Who would know happiness without sadness?
As a pupil we are blindfolded of our next lesson
Yet we are not tired to learn the fine art of life
Someday we shall master this art
And when we leave this space behind
Lets us wear the smile of atonement
Sure we shall have lived the art….
The heart thy mind teh does not part,
Schism the peace thy neva brought,
An evil in good and good in evil,
Who wins who, when the world sees no parate,
One shall not let the other sieze,
One shall not let the other breath,
Are tis a sane battle of neva’end,
Or mystical paradoxes to dead end….
I am here yet not,
My being here is not questioned,
My being is here is not distinguishable,
If what I see is what you see,
If what I hear is what you hear,
If what I smell is what you smell,
Then why is it I don’t feel what you feel,
Am I dreaming this reality?
Or profoundly confused in this illusion,
Solutions not deep enough,
Questions not shallow enough,
Am I here or not,
My being is not questioned,
My being here is jus not distinguishable….
Road to Boston brings in old memory,
Her seemless smile and honey filled voice,
Its been ages since I heard ‘em,
O’girl, my lil child here I come,
No road is straight,
Like life thall twisted and turned,
Papa cant wait no more,
O’girl, my lil child I am coming home,
The first step you took,
Be it the first toy you broke,
Brings in million expressions,
O’girl, my lil child can’t wait to see you,
For twenty five years have past,
Civilization has changed,
My angel still stays the same,
O’girl, my lil child hope he shall keep you happy too…
