Life - An Art

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….

Heart thy Mind

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!!!!

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….

O'girl, my lil child

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…

Myself!!!!

No one whispered the truth,

It was their perception that spread,

What I envisaged was simplicity,

It gave a life thus complicated,

Some said it was not real,

Came the truth with no less price,

Salting the wound the way to make me strong,

Tears, pain and life make me long,

What makes the man what he is,

The man himself or those eyes thy beholds,

What I feel right make a person,

Who acts to them righteous,

As a human I fail myself,

Being someone that the worlds want outta me,

I love being hated for the way I am,

Than to be loved for someone else…

Mask

We are all happy

We are all sad

Is it the phase we face

Or the mask we choose

We may not cry

We may not laugh

We even don’t know the reality

Are we ever in a pursuit to know it,

In illusion we live

Happily wearing the mask

Mask to please

Mask to win

Mask to mask the emotions

That would maketh us weak

Mask of sanity

Mask of vanity

Mask showing no emotions

Which mask are we to wear today?

The Purpose...

The last day of my life,

I still have no clue,

I came, we lived and here I go,

There was always a desire,

In my heart like those millions,

All this while I was searching,

Something that I didn’t know,

A sorcerer’s stone of happiness,

In morose state I lived through,

Every minute and second with the hope,

That one day I will find the truth,

Today I stand here,

Looking around,

All those days have passed by,

What do I have that makes me happy?

A dream never attained,

A path that made no sense,

A life that never found the truth,

I have lived through,

Do I smile to have lived through?

Or remorse the agony in the heart

The last day of my life,

I still have no clue,

I came, we lived and here I go….