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. 

Where there is will

Where there is will,
There is way,
There is hope,
There is determination,
And there is resolution.

Where there is will,
There are new ideas,
There is possibility,
There is positivity,
To move ahead.

Where there is will,
There will be doors open,
There will be opportunities,
As well as challenges,
Waiting to be touched.

Where there is  will,
Struggles seems bearable,
Negativity is negligible,
Strength is at peak.

Where there is will,
Mind becomes optimistic,
Levels of energy enhances,
Impossible seems achievable.

Where there is will,
There is way,
Mind blocks disappears,
And road to success is visible.

Happy Vijaydashami

Let the piousness thrive,

Let the light of hope strike,

For the naive souls,

Fighting their inner demons

In form of anxiety, depression and fears.

Let the strength prevail,

Let the calmness set,

For the naive souls,

Fighting their inner battles,

In form of negative emotions, frustration and despair.

Let the truth rise,

Let the lies burn,

Let the battles end,

For the naive souls,

Fighting their never ending struggles,

In form of egos, addiction and habits.

Let the miracles happen,

Let belief in goodness bloom,

For the naive souls,

Fighting their inner conflicts,

In form of heartbreaks, peer pressure and  life choices.

Let the sanity set in,

Let the arrogance melt,

For the naive souls,

Fighting their stubborn ego,

In form of haughtiness, boastful self and false pride.

On this holy day of Dussehra,

Let the good win over evil,

Let the impurity within us,

Get washed away,

By the sound and sight,

Of holy name of Lord. 

My mom's lap

My mom's lap,
Soft and comfortable,
A heaven on earth,
A place I can call home.

My mom's lap,
Removes distress,
Vanishes my worries,
Gives me hope,
Boosts up my worth.

Her tender caressing,
My broad forehead,
That's always thinking,
About uncertain future,
And irreversible past.

Her gentle brushing,
My disheveled hair,
Giving me confidence,
A symbol of hope,
That everything will be okay.

My mom's lap,
A place of love,
Affection and compassion,
A place I can call home.