Life is no bed of roses
Many challenges it poses
It is journey each one makes, arduous and long,
At the summit, begins the race when bangs the gong
Along his chosen path one begins to stride
With nothing but courage for the ride
Many cross his path, he befriends a few
Each gifts him with an understanding, all new
His road may be the route taken by many
Or perhaps a path never chosen by only the uncanny
He is none else’s shadow,
Unlike he finds in the meadow
He is blessed as are they
But never in the same way
It is nature’s law
None is without a flaw
None is without a quality
That’s nature’s generosity
His life is, this, his own
A unique flower of an ordinary seed sown
Through the woods, across the vale
Following the light, with the gale
He walks his chosen path, his destiny
Falls the water in magical symphony
Blossoms the morning glory
Whistles on the bank, the ivory
Tweets the humming bird, the melody,
Tells the world how he moves slow and steady
Hops by the little bunny
Tells all time is money
The cliff knows the tale of his tribulations,
It has seen the rainbow of his jubilations
Miles from the summit comes the traveler,
Wiser and stronger, now a battler
At the edge of the cliff, the vale looks greener
Above his head, the sky looks brighter
Wind fondles with his hair now so white
A feeble smile blooms, eyes so bright
His wrinkles testify his endeavours
Hair that speak of the trials
For his wins, he now smiles
Acceptance sparkles in his eyes
All regrets, it certainly defies
Writes the book, the last leaf
Acceptance heals all the grief
For the forgone, a reward is must
Because only the Almighty is Just!
Smile to the sad as does to you the morning sun!
Lend a hand to the fallen, he may join your run!
How cold shall it be without a shawl?
When was the last you visited the mall?
Laugh in the moment with those seeking happiness!
To those silent for ages, lend an ear of benevolence!
Carrying the baggage of time each one wears!
A caress, a pat, gentle touch is good for tears!
Every morning when the birds twitter,
For those in the dark, let hope flicker!
One’s humanity is but an illusion, a deception,
With a heart devoid of empathy, compassion!
Hear the beat? Even the empty seashell echoes!
Does it know what bliss is and what are woes?
It is nothing but aimless drifting,
A life without a reason for living!
What shall you do without an ambition?
What is there without an aspiration?
Why shall you be kind or wise?
How meaningful shall be a sunrise?
How shall you feel tormented or jubilant?
Why shall you advocate, be rebel or defiant?
With no challenges to face, victory to cherish?
With no desire to prevail, fear to perish?
With no sense of grace?
Without humility’s trace?
Without seeking the solace?
Without endearing an embrace?
Without nothing to enquire?
Having none to inspire?
It is merely a count of days!
A watch on when the wanderer strays!
Have your grain before the dusk falls!
Live, not pass, before your time calls!
Lahore is welcoming spring with all its hospitality and so here is the first shot, click of an instant fondness. I don’t know how well this beautiful craft of nature has been captured and how apt is this little composition; however, this is all I saw in the lens and this is all I have thought because of it…
On the verge of a fall,
On the edge of a quit,
On the isle across the sea,
On the farthest horizons,
In the middle of nowhere,
In a word of prayer,
In sparkle of a raindrop,
In flicker of a candle,
For littleness of a moment,
Like dawn of a crescent,
In you heart, feel away…
Resides your happiness…
He, the man of today,
Lives in an oblivion!
Too carefree, rather ignorant!
Shunned values, culture in disarray…
Arrogance trampling tradition…
Conceit, the insurgent!
Remember, the clock is wound….
What goes around, comes around!
I was fined yesterday. Should I be happy or sad? The fine was to compose a poem on a theme whichever fancies me. Serpico, the kind Nazi fined me for a couple of typing errors I made yesterday. Well, the fine is paid in time, Sir; happy smiles. I am not a poet but this small composition is my answer to the many questions that inquire if I’d ever call it quits on my dreams and ambitions.
WITH HOPE AND WILL…
Impossible it is, they say!
What is that is not possible?
Who’d know what time is right?
I ask of all who call me an idealist.
Isn’t an idea the root of all wonders?
Progress we make, with time’s saunter!
A wonder isn’t it, I’m an optimist?
With hope and will, we must fight!
Miracles we work, will is inexorable!!
Who said, Rome was built in a day?
Through the eternal flow,
of time and progressive innovation;
Not a relic but a rite,
candid and joyous,
rejoicing together we cherish!
Just as the morning glow,
Togetherness in jubilation,
Into the horizon of night,
among the comely and the virtuous,
we still do relish –
Festivity is harmony’s shadow