This time will pass

The sun sinks slowly into it's den;

The once blue sky is turning red;

The rays were bright back then;

And moon will rise instead.

With cool winds brushing my hair;

It's time to relax and unwind;

And play a game of solitaire;

Or meditate with fixed mind.

But distraction of unsure future;

And mistakes of gloomy past;

Will I be able to move ahead sooner;

As minutes of this lifetime last ?

My feet tingles on touch of the wet grass;

And I know this time will pass;

Memories

Those carefree memories,
Preciously imprinted,
In our minds,
And our hearts,
Reminding us lost times,
We miss greatly.

Those lovely afternoons,
With slight cool breeze,
And that bright sun,
Smiling at us,
As we chatter and prattle,
Reminding us lost friendship,
Distanced by egos.

Those colorful pictures,
Of us smiling,
Holding hands,
And posing funnily,
Reminding us lost laughter,
Hidden by grief.

Those serene gateways,
At sunny beaches,
Or snow capped mountains,
Or unexplored heavens,
Reminding us lost peace,
Replaced by tiring work life.

Those first time,
you held my hand,
Or called me mom,
Or  walked on your own,
Reminding me lost joy of motherhood,
That will never come back.

Life is full of memories,
Some we cherish deeply,
Some we miss greatly,
And some we grieve intensely.

Do what your heart wants.

Sing a song,
With a beat,
Or out of tune,
In front of people,
Or all alone,
Without fear,
Do what your heart wants.

In the rain,
Or under the shade,
When it is sunny,
Or it is cloudy,
Dance your heart out,
With no shame,
Do what your heart wants.

Travel new places,
Or stay at home,
With your family,
Or all alone,
With full contentment,
Do what your heart wants.

Make new friends,
Or spend time with old ones,
At new hangouts,
Or just that old tea stall,
Without any resentment,
Do what your heart wants.

Play games,
To relax your mind,
Or to energize your body,
With no pressure of tomorrow,
Do what your heart wants.

Celebrate life,
With smile on face,
Come what may,
Do what your heart wants.

All that you want.

That swanky car,
That glittering dress,
That fairy tale weddings,
That enormous bank balance,
Are things that you want.

A roof over their head,
A loaf of bread,
A small piece of cloth,
A  glass of water,
Are things that poor want.

That exotic holidays,
That private islands,
That palatial villa,
That successful career,
Are things that you want.

A peaceful surrounding,
A happy family,
A house filled with laughter,
A life with no miseries,
Are things that poor want.


That private jet,
That beautiful chick,
That romantic getaways,
That seven course meals,
Are things that you want.

A heart filled with love,
A loyal friend,
A long lasting relationship,
A life with no worries,
Are things that everyone wants.

Mindful

Mind is always full,
With thoughts of yesterday,
As well as the plans for next day,
While we forget what day is today.


Mind manipulates,
And plays games,
Of what may happen,
When it might not happen.

Mind controls us,
Makes us anxious,
Makes us fearful,
By recalling the past,
And hindering our growth.


Mind agitates us,
Reminding us painful experiences,
Shutting the bright present,
That is present before us.

Lets be mindful,
Of where we are,
What we are doing,
Bring closure to past,
Welcoming the present.

Lets be mindful,
Of negative reactions,
Those painful experiences,
And what stores in future.

Lets be present,
Solve the current problems,
Stop fretting about 'next'.
And take everything as it comes.

The Ego Cell

The soul is trapped,

Under the layers,

Of apprehensive mind,

Of false judgement,

Of silly misunderstandings,

Of boastful self,

In this wretched ego cell.

Relationships are broken,

Families depart,

Lovers drift,

Friendships are lost,

And soul becomes lonely,

In this wretched ego cell.

Selfishness replaces kindness,

Hatred replaces love,

Head weight replaces giving nature,

Materialistic attitude replaces spirituality.

And negativity takes over,

In this wretched ego cell.

Mind is involved,

In juicy gossips,

In belittling others,

In proving one's worth,

In strategies to bring others down

And everything wrong.

Exaggeration of one's talent,

'I' is more important,

Success becomes obsession,

Everyone becomes problem,

More is less,

And nothing seems good.

When one accepts their flaws,

When one learns to forgive,

When one puts 'us' before 'I',

When  less is more than enough,

Will the soul free itself,

From the wretched ego cell.

Feelings

Feelings can be beautiful,
Like the serene place,
Waiting to be discovered,
As well as provide tranquility,
To everyone and anyone,
Who sets their foot,
On this divine place.

Feelings can be fearful,
Like dark dungeons,
Of enormous cave,
Filled with mystery,
And  hidden risk,
That cause fears,
In our mind.

Feelings can be joyful,
Like the smiley emoticon,
That generates love,
As well as the care,
Happiness and excitement,
And sends message,
To a lost soul,
That 'I will be there for you'.

Feelings can be negative,
Like mighty demon,
Waiting to take his revenge,
Showing off his false ego,
Proving everyone and anyone,
That they are important.

Feelings can be inspiring,
Like the calm spiritual teacher ,
Giving wisdom and lessons,
On life complexities,
And path to liberation,
From mental entanglements

Feelings can be restless,
Like the torrent sea,
Breaking the barriers of land,
Destroying lives and homes,
And bringing disasters,
Wherever it goes.