The bliss of the morning!

Sit cross legged and drink in the morning

With your hot cuppa chai and screaming newspaper

As later, the knocks at the door come so often

And the phone can't wait for one second later

Amidst the relative peace you stay

Unperturbed by the shrieks of life

Enjoy the calm and company of but yourself

Into serenity you headlong, dive.

It is these moments you treasure the most

For alone though we come into this world,

Solitude is a virtue we have long since forgotten

With a many faces, our life is a blur

So these stolen minutes of peace is thus

Our way to reconnect with the Lord so great

And spare an ear for his guiding ways

Before we jump back into our lives that await.

A little dream...

On one of my many journeys into realms unknown
My mind halts at the thought of a time ahead
When life’s a whole lot different and yet the same
To different places, but same people my heart led
I saw an older me sitting with my 4 oldest chums
Still creating a ruckus over a sale in monopoly
With care for nothing but our joys
We remain close, robust and jolly!
Soon we are joined by my college buds
Who amble in smirking at their own poor jokes
Ready to ridicule our childish pastime
And a sense of annoyance, in us, evoke!
And true to legend, this happens in a land far far away
One of their houses, nothing like their present
For adorning the walls are frames of people
I don’t recognize, no matter the time spent
We all seem familiar and yet so unknown
With her high-end job and his young son
It seems almost impossible that we are the same
That we still, all those years down, belong!
And as a smile creeps onto my lips
I send a quick prayer to the heavens above
That may this little dream actually come true
That nothing hurts our friendship and love!

Love!

Love is today, love is tomorrow
Love is joy, hope & sorrow,
Love can be happy,
Love can be sad
Love can be sorrowful
Love can be glad
Love is here, love is there
Peace n harmony everywhere!

Hope for freedom!

As my exams breathe ever so low down on my neck,

I do little but sit and sigh

At the mountain of work I've to pave through

For which, no interest I have, deep inside

I wish I were but far away

With no book, no note to trouble my mind

Run free, i could, in the wild ways of time

Grabbing at all wayside pleasures I could find!

Frolicking around and drinking in the sights

Letting myself go where I willed,

Pinching myself to believe my luck

And fearing my this dream being killed.

For it is one I'd live a thousand times over

After all, for that very joy, don't we all endevor?

Freedom, thou art such a distant dream

One that I can't seem to even remember much

For we never quite know what we're running away from

Messed up, our lives, really are such

That we look yonder for every ray of hope

A dream of tomorrow, to help us cope

With the miseries of today, be they any size or shape

Sheets of hope, over them, we do drape

And that is the sheer beauty of man

To not want what you got,

And think yourself brave for it

As you learn to live with the meager blessings of now

You keep the strength to hope for more tomorrow

In a bid to make our lives, more the worth it!