it is easier to see reflections of revenge for all the perceived and actual wrongs we feel we have been subjected to, in the mirror of our soul,
only when we clean our heart of injuries that we can be forgiven and forgive others
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it is easier to see reflections of revenge for all the perceived and actual wrongs we feel we have been subjected to, in the mirror of our soul,
only when we clean our heart of injuries that we can be forgiven and forgive others
i see you struggling
every day
some time you limp and
some day you fall
but it does not dilute
your resolve to carry on
with
the burden of my inability
to be around every time
you need to pause and wait and see
how the sun has risen today
with hopes and glee
is a pain i lived with
so far
but hope that i will soon be absolved
when you will smile
with a new poise
and i may be around
or no more at all
but you will carry on
with your missions
to serve
all those i wanted to
but could not enough
life has peaks and some expected trough
forgive me o deity of devotion
if only i had served you
a bit more than i could
may be any good deed that i did
will enable you to walk
straight without ever having to skid
but do listen to the talk
of sparrows, and mayenas
and squirrels i could feed
thanks to your benevolence
i will always admire
no matter what any one may say
or desire
when friends could not understand
and the foes defied
the boundaries of my affection
no body could hide
i have always shared my
only treasure i had
lots of love without
any expectation of returns
i will go away
and you will have to carry
the legacy of this love
which illuminates the way
of all those who
time did not permit
to rise and be raised
like the priveleged stars in the sky
but you have to burn and dissolve
no matter what is the resolve
of those who will despise you
what will remain
is the light of a small candle
that you light in the darkness
some can live with in their hearts
but some can not handle
kaali:
pl forgive those who suspect your benevolence
i have never held a grudge against any one
who defaced your footprints
burried the memories of your kindness
and erased the mark of vermillion from
the pipal tree,
or an abandoned stone,
a broken boat;
why should i grudge
the debris of demons
you really destroyed
in me and in all those who are unable to
assimilate the essence of your kindness
you have taught me to forgive and
i have forgiven
you told me to bless
and i bless
why do then some have
such hatred in their heart
will not you bless them
and let them be in peace
why should not they be able to grow and greet
all strangers
and the friends
with ever goodness and benign benevolence
your apparent indifference may be a time of trial
for truth and transparency
that only few can admire
i pray like ever before
do not worry, do not budge
just be there for all those who
need you
more than me,
i will suffer and still sustain
devotion to not only those i know
but also towards the perfect strangers
one we do not yet know and
can never know
slow down, slow down
said the river to the boat
but riding on the waves
intoxicated with the wind
carrying the aroma of anabandoned spirit
arrogant sails
and mast still, intact
it did not listen
till the whirlpool of silences
swallowed the sounds
sage warning
and a gaze abounds
deep,
do you need to ask
the wherebouts of the boat!
when the quilt of quivering thoughts can not stop cold winds
i wonder whether the time has come to tear it off
and let the coldness embrace the spirit
like a snow clad peak
of a mountain
which has to bear the drainage of a river
away, far away
only way a river can survive
is by letting it flow away
winter has brought the black birds back
right in the morning
they wait for me to come
and be a part of their world
some times i fly and they stay on ground
but mostly, they fly and i stay
like a ship aground
now, decide o mist
and cool breeze today
will u moisten my hairs
and leave the eyes dry
or be as you are
so that i can cry
who knows whether the walls
will be whitewashed again
the stains of the years that have gone by
are like the mirrors stitched in your shawl
you can not unstuck them
but their reflections
will
show the marks of time
every time, you wish to ignore
walk through the corridor of conscience is like driving in the silence zone, you should only listen, not talk
why would one wait for the seagull
for so long
on the sea shore
why is the breeze so still
and the morning so fresh
yet a bit tired
just as a creeper is celebrating
its entwining around
its favourite host
but it is mired
in the puzzle
was it worth the effort