Ai

Another year went past,
A year older though not as wise as he expected to be,
He had some plans and visions,
They turned out nothing as to how he envisioned,
However,
In some cases, he had felt progress,
He had been blessed,
Gained some wisdom,
People should stop comparing,
Sometimes the cold can be too taxing,
Sometimes the shivers can be a source of company,
Time flashes past,
Not waiting, not halting, it presents itself and disappears,
Our skin becomes more and more crumpled,
So many pain and all kind of sickness,
Sickness of the limbs and of the diseased heart,
The journey must come to a stop,
Lo! What kind of end do we sought?
The battle fought flailing,
He stands barely in need of ailing,
Surely this whole thing is conniving,
Sometimes only pain seems convincing,
Though the light is always shimmering,
Let’s reach out and never stop hoping,
For our essence is love,
In the end,
We are all souls,
Created by love,
In the spirit of love,
Our end will be of eternal peace and of love.










Streams, Dreams & Attaining Peace

Wars, tyranny, cigarette smokers and mutiny,
Here I am in the black hole of destiny,
Here I am wondering—on the life I am living,
Why this feeling?
A fleeting,
Smooth sailing into a state of wailing,
Eyes straining from the hearts heavy heaving’s,
Consequences of my misdeeds and misgivings?
All transgressing and churning, the stomach groaning,
I see some embracing, smiling and rejoicing,
I see some with sad eyes, hunger stricken and suffering,
Which one is more appealing?
Though, when I think of those who only knew a life of suffering,
How can I not be pleased and grateful about my life?
However discouraging it may seem,
Though, it still makes me strain when I see tyrants over powering and reigning,
The world subjugated by unfair ruling,
However time is fleeing, I have lived for so many years,
Yet it feels like I have only lived in glimpses,
May the suffering of the world, finish in instances,
As for me sometimes I drown into distractions,
Temporary and meaningless diversion,
In the end it is always comes back to commotions,
May flowers blossom,
May the earth be filled with joyful eyes,
A world with no oppression,
No sadness and depression,
Mother and child in contentment,
No worries and hefty burdens,
They call me a fool for affiliating the world to the heavens.
Though is it not more of a pleasant depiction?