FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/959448/action/archive THE WORD THAT IS LOVE Love is a four lettered word, But it’s four fathoms deep. None in the world, without love, Can his sanity keep. Without the mother’s love we Would be lost long ago. She’s the one who nurtures us And life’s path does us show. Without the love of the spouse, Life would be truly hell. This...[Read Full Post] Tue, 27 Mar 2007 22:40:50 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/496915 DON’T PANIC Don’t panic, there’s help at hand When you need it the most. He’s with you, but of His help, He does not ever boast. He is just a call away, But you must surrender To Him completely, only Then he would help render. Your pride in your might is what Comes between Him and you. That you are the one who...[Read Full Post] Tue, 06 Mar 2007 03:13:48 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/492850 THE UNWISE Some laugh out loud, some smile too soft, Some shout and some whisper. Some are sullen, some are morose, Some could not be crisper. Some walk too fast, some lag behind, Some stay glued to a spot. Some argue loud, some think silent, Some never have a thought. Some live in past, some in future, But some in the present. Som...[Read Full Post] Mon, 05 Mar 2007 13:31:12 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/492672 THE VILLAGE OAK Once I too was a mighty oak That ruled the village side, My stem solid like iron, My branches far and wide. My verdant shade was heaven for The lonely traveler. I gave succor to all who came, I refused it never. But now that I am old and weak My branches are rotting. My leaves are no longer shiny. On dry roots I&#82...[Read Full Post] Wed, 28 Feb 2007 13:57:20 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/491221 WHAT’S THAT WHICH I NEED TO HAVE What’s that which I need to have, But which I have not got. How to live, chasing wishes, I have rather forgot. Is it not enough I have A body in good health. For my two meals and a roof, I have sufficient wealth. I don’t need a palace, nor, A Rolls-Royce to drive? Without royal lu...[Read Full Post] Wed, 28 Feb 2007 12:41:42 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/491203 WHO?—a quinzaine Men and beast and fowl and fish. If it was not God, Who made them? * A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables, distributed as 7/5/3. The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question related to the statement]. • REQUEST—While reviewing, please copy and paste the following i...[Read Full Post] Fri, 02 Feb 2007 15:02:01 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/485215 AN ISLAND BEACH I want to get out of this rut, Where man is a machine. I spend all time with computer, The cell and limousine. Too far from nature, I live in A jungle of concrete. My house is air-conditioned, I don’t know cold or heat. I wish I could get out and go To a white mountain top, Where in the silent vastness, time D...[Read Full Post] Wed, 31 Jan 2007 12:03:44 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/484706 ONE DAY I WILL BE NO MORE One day I will be no more but My essence will be there. My body will decay but my Thoughts would be everywhere. My thoughts and feelings are those that Touch a chord in all hearts. It’s with a thought, a deep feeling, From which a poem starts. Maybe my poems outlast me. Even if they do not, They would ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 28 Feb 2007 12:16:04 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/484656 HE DELAYS NOT HIS COMING When each breath is too much laboured, When each step is shaky, unsure, When life seems as if worse than death, When living is a torture pure; When not a friendly soul is near, When shrieks of loneliness are loud, When one needs help but none is there, And to seek alms, one is too proud; When heart is pained m...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Jul 2009 20:33:44 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/477178 IN A MOMENT’S SPACE Is not, in fact, man just a slave of time? Upon his own birth he has no control. He’s conceived in the space of a moment, And in a moment he’s gone from the world. There are many moments when life itself Is altered in the twinkling of an eye. Two strangers meet and exchange a mere glance, Lifelong lov...[Read Full Post] Fri, 02 Feb 2007 02:30:14 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/476464 A NOBLE ADDICTION I had addictions galore. You name it and I had, From good ones, like writing, to Those that were truly bad. I wasted all of my time In leisurely pursuits. For living seriously, I did not care three hoots. But one day, when I was down, I had from Him a call. I suddenly realized The folly of it all. I gave up all...[Read Full Post] Wed, 03 Jan 2007 22:12:05 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/475568 SUNRISE IN THE DESERT Rays of gold from beyond the Horizon do assert, Marching slowly through the vast And undulant desert. What was still and dark so far Is alive once again. Birds and beetles move across Coarse and sandy terrain. Caravans wind up their tents And resume their sojourn, Till the desert sand gets hot And the face an...[Read Full Post] Sun, 10 Dec 2006 21:56:19 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/472832 HOW SHALL I GO WHEN I DO GO? How shall I go when I do go? Why should that bother me? I should think about my duty, Not about destiny. I controlled not how I was born, My death I can’t control. But I can control how I live. Let that my aim be sole. If at all, though, I pray to God About how shall I go, I pray I pass off without ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 06 Dec 2006 00:33:41 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/472375 MY TIME WILL COME Though I’m today downtrodden, yet, I know one day my time will come. I will be at top of the world, Though, today, I am like the scum. Though I’m at the end of the race, I won’t give up, till end I’ll run. You will see me victorious. I need not trumpet my own drum. It’s true I have wasted...[Read Full Post] Fri, 01 Dec 2006 06:41:39 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/472331 SHALL I ?—a sonnet Shall I yet live to see tomorrow’s dawn? Or,shall this sunset truly be my last? Shall I be remembered with love or scorn? Or, shall I be in oblivion cast? Shall my friends of today become my foes? Or, shall my foes be converted to friends? Shall my admirers shower on me blows? Shall my detractors obey my er...[Read Full Post] Sun, 12 Nov 2006 00:38:38 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/468190 BLESS ME, LORD [Late life thoughts of years wasted; yearning for God's bliss] What is the purpose of life? I don’t know, yet I live. When you do call me,O Lord, I hope you, me, forgive. I lived a loose unplanned life, For none in world I cared. I pursued pleasure and to Temptation, myself, bared. I feel I wasted my life....[Read Full Post] Fri, 10 Nov 2006 23:25:20 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/467968 HOLY SPAGHETTI MONSTER Holy Spaghetti Monster, The real creator, Rules the world, yet he is not Bad as a dictator. It was in two thousand five That Bobby Henderson, A physicist by training, Drew to you attention. Holy Spaghetti Monster You are the ultimate. If you wish, you can alter A man’s or woman’s fate. Your tene...[Read Full Post] Sun, 11 Feb 2007 02:54:50 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/466706 A BOUNTY OF APPRECIATION At Thanksgiving, I offer My appreciation, True and bountiful, O Lord, From my humble station. God I am grateful You have Given me all I need. I have nothing more to ask, Yet one thing do I plead. I pray I may have bounty Of appreciation, For all that I have received From this my great nation. Let me app...[Read Full Post] Wed, 13 Dec 2006 21:47:01 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/466235 BUT ONE DAY I TOO SHALL BE GONE Today whole world I want to own, But one day I too shall be gone. Why should I try to possess all? I may soon get my final call. About that call why should I moan? When one day I too shall be gone? There’s no harm in amassing wealth, If it is through work, not through stealth. I ought to be chari...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Nov 2006 02:54:09 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/466220 INSCRIPTION ON A TOMB Move ahead, don’t mourn for me. For me, don’t shed a tear. Let me lie in peace at last, Without a doubt or fear. Move ahead, don’t waste for me More than just a moment. In that moment I would tell You never to repent. ‘Move ahead’ is the advice, I give to all who care. Life is shor...[Read Full Post] Wed, 18 Oct 2006 13:03:24 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/462659 JULUCA: a sonnet For months have I been out on my errand, With my faithful horse as my company. And now at mountain cliff alone I stand, And Lo! I see there something quite funny. As I look DOWN the clouds and heavy mist, I see a rainbow in its full colours. I’m thrilled, surprised at nature’s wonder twist, Though rainbows I...[Read Full Post] Mon, 09 Oct 2006 23:31:38 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/460332 FALTERING SOUL Mine is a faltering soul, It's neither here nor there. I don’t know it’s doomed or saved, Nor, it is destined where. I have been living this life Almost as laissez faire. I committed no sins, for Worship I had no flair. I lived from morn to sunset As if there is no God. To seek Him in the church I Ne...[Read Full Post] Thu, 19 Oct 2006 04:36:12 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/459923 MONSTERS: a sonnet Calm down, O monsters of my memories. I can’t endure your jabbing any more. Calm down and let my mind be at some ease. You’ve tortured me enough, of that I’m sure. You are the mirror of all that I did, Or what the others have done unto me. The past is past and now I do forbid You to play these g...[Read Full Post] Fri, 27 Oct 2006 12:41:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/458923 WHAT IS YOUTH? What is youth? Youth is a force That knows no direction. It goes after its heart and Rejects contradiction. What is youth? Youth is a leaf Plucked off the parent stem. It knows not whither to go. It has no stratagem. What is youth? Youth is a farce, A show of a dandy: Jeans and tattoos, hippy hair, Chewing gum and ca...[Read Full Post] Wed, 27 Sep 2006 07:34:24 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/457566 IF I MUST GO If I must go then how shall I? I don’t know but I hope, My end may come in any way, But never through a rope. I don’t want to hang on gallows, Publicly to be jeered. Nor do I wish to hang myself, And let my name be smeared. I don’t mind dying of old age, Or, maybe, of tumour. I don’t mind if of pois...[Read Full Post] Mon, 23 Oct 2006 01:40:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/456111 EXIT FROM THIS WORLD Shall I be happy when I die? Shall I shed a few tears? Shall I maintain my calm and peace? Shall I be full of fears? All this depends on how one views The exit from this world. Is it entry to His kingdom, Or wilderness wayward? I think I shall be happy in My ultimate moment. I shall too gladly cast away My this ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 19 Sep 2006 16:13:16 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/455341 LIFE IS LIKE A SCHOOL: a sonnet The Bard said that man’s life is like a stage, But I say it is much more like a school. From the day we are born till our last days, We keep on adding to our knowledge pool. As a toddler we learn to avoid fire. As a young man we learn to court a flame. As we grow old we learn to curb desire, And not o...[Read Full Post] Fri, 15 Sep 2006 01:25:47 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/454868 SHALL I BE HAPPY WHEN I DIE? Shall I be happy when I die? Shall I be grief stricken? Shall I be afraid of death, or By remorse be smitten? It all depends on how I fare In this my life on earth. If I have lived joyfully then I shall die, too, with mirth. A joyful life is not the one That’s full of wild pleasure. One ought to ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 13 Sep 2006 01:03:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/454405 A HANDFUL OF DUST--an acrostic A handful of dust is man. His life is full of strife. After he mingles in dust, None can bring him to life. Daily thousands die with hearts Full of hatred and greed Unless they love each other, Life will be hell indeed. 0ften people fight because For them money is all. Dear ones become enemies Under the ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 05 Sep 2006 15:02:02 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/449422 I LOOKED FOR HIM I looked for Him in the church, In masjid and temple. I did launch a search for Him In a manner ample. I looked for Him in the skies And in lofty mountains. I looked for Him in deep seas, And also in the plains. I did not find Him although I had looked everywhere. So one day I sat brooding, In my heart, a despair...[Read Full Post] Wed, 16 Aug 2006 06:42:14 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/447820 FINALLY AT PEACE Yes, I’m finally at peace, My mind at complete rest. For me this world and this life Are no longer a test. Yes, my heart is full of joy. Now gone are all my woes. I rejoice every moment, No longer mental throes. No more I’m enamoured of Material pleasure. I have eternal bliss now In the deepest measure. ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 Jul 2006 07:21:27 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/439302 NATURE OF GOD What is the nature of God? It’s difficult to say. Since none of us has seen Him, Though many of us pray. Praying to someone whom we Have never ever seen, Is itself a proof, God is Just a concept to glean. That, in fact, is what God is, A concept, without seeing, Which rules the minds and the hearts Of all the human...[Read Full Post] Tue, 27 Jun 2006 02:03:21 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/436557 POTS OF GOLD Some bask in riches galore; Others want bread and no more. This world is truly varied; Some generous, some with greed. For diamonds aspires a dame; Some too poor to hide their shame. Some don’t know what hunger is; For others, no fowl or fish. Those who have too much to keep Have no peace of mind or sleep. Yet ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 18 Jun 2006 14:31:02 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/434379 SUMMER IN THE HILLS Those were the days that I miss When summer in the hills Meant going out on picnics Without the icy chills. As children we used to raid The neighbourhood orchards. And return with bagfuls of Apples, almonds homewards. Internet and mobile phone Were not yet invented. From going out to forests We were not prevented....[Read Full Post] Sun, 18 Jun 2006 11:57:09 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/434316 THANK YOU, LORD: a sonnet I thank you Lord that you have given me A body, mind, a soul and tender heart. Your spirit has truly rendered me free To make every morning a better start. Your bounty is so much overwhelming, I don’t know how I can repay your debts. One day I would leave this world repenting That I could not rise up from lo...[Read Full Post] Tue, 15 Aug 2006 02:00:22 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/431468 ENJOY EVERYTHING Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, Enjoy every evening. Enjoy what is transient, Easy, entertaining. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, Enjoy effervescence. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, Enjoy evanescence. Enjoy even eclipse, Enjoy the eagerness. Enjoy, enjoy entry, Enjoy, enjoy egress. • Written in abcb, 6-6-6-6 format. All lines begin with E. ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 03 May 2008 06:33:51 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/427543 THERE IS ONLY ONE GOD: a monchielle There is only one god, But with various names, Be it Allah or Lord. But, to fight in his name, Mankind can ill afford. There is only one god, But men forget this fact, That all are His children. Man thus perpetuates, The religious cauldron. There is only one god, Who is omnipresent. Yet, man wants ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 20 May 2006 23:31:17 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/427165 THE PRAYER WHEEL-- a sonnet Let this prayer wheel never cease to whirl; Let His praise be chanted every moment. The flag of His glory you must unfurl; It must keep up spiritual ferment. O monk, with ochre robe and shaven head, A prayer bead garland in the left hand, Moving the wheel with right hand as you tread, You enlighten all in a sacre...[Read Full Post] Fri, 02 Jun 2006 08:03:20 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/427093 SHOULD I REPENT?-- a sonnet Should I repent that I wasted my life, Which I could have put to much better use? Should I be sorry I fought with my wife, And gave her less of love, more of abuse? Should I lament my children don’t adore Their dad as much as they dote on their mom? Should in my heart I feel bitter and sore, That in my old ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 02 Jun 2006 08:07:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/427092 THE MUSIC OF LIFE When after the daily chore, The sun finally rests, Birds, come back to their young ones, Waiting for them in nests. What is the chirping of birds? The rustle of the leaves? Murmur of the wave as it, The shore-bound journey, weaves? What is the roaring thunder Of lightning in the sky? Patter of the rain drops as They ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 21 Apr 2006 08:52:44 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/420835 SHALL I BE AFRAID OF DEATH? Shall I be afraid of death, The harbinger of peace? The moment death touches us, All pain and woes do cease. Death is truly a teacher, It teaches renouncement. It is a step leading to The spirit’s enhancement. Death, the barrier between This life and that beyond, Between man and Lord Himself, You ar...[Read Full Post] Wed, 19 Apr 2006 09:12:41 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/420444 PARADISE: Prize winner Paradise! What is it? Or, is it there at all? Is it just a dream, a thought? Or, is it for real? All the religions do preach, There is hell and heaven. But when religions are suspect, Do I listen to them? For me the real paradise, Or the vilest of hell, Both are on this earth itself, Where all sort of men dwell...[Read Full Post] Sat, 15 Apr 2006 10:05:58 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/419597 WHERE IS GOD? I don’t know of a place where God Himself does not live. Not a sin of man I know, Which He cannot forgive. Men fight needlessly about A masjid or a church, As in their ignorance they, For His true abode, search. They forget that all of them Are His own creation. They have caused artificial Many a partition. H...[Read Full Post] Sun, 09 Apr 2006 09:24:36 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/418343 WHEN ANGELS SING When angels sing, they don’t move Lips, or utter a sound. Yet angels’ songs convey a Message of love profound. When angels come they just glide. On ground they do not tread. They alight with folded wings, Which, as they go, they spread. When angels find a pale heart, They fill it with His grace. They come s...[Read Full Post] Sun, 02 Apr 2006 16:23:07 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/416901 SPRING What is spring? A gentle breeze, A wisp of fresh fragrance. A riot of colours in The nature’s lap immense. It’s the humming of the birds, Calling up to their mates. It’s the message of love that In all hearts permeates. It’s the melting of the snow, The warmth of the sunshine. It’s His divine mess...[Read Full Post] Sun, 02 Apr 2006 23:05:03 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/416811 WHEN TIME IS UP: a sonnet When time is up and the curtain is down, And exit from the world is what is due; Shall I walk down the path wearing a frown? Or, shall the fate that befell me I rue? Shall I lament that I could not enjoy, What like a honey bee I gathered hard? Of prolonging life shall I think some ploy? Shall I once more try a new...[Read Full Post] Sun, 02 Apr 2006 06:46:10 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/416801 I AM AN AUTUMN LEAF I am but an autumn leaf, Lasting but a season. But, for living longer, I Don’t have any reason. I was meant to serve him who Brought me into this world. My job was to silently Obey his every word. He fed and supported me As I danced in the air. In spreading his glory I Too have had a share. He has brought ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 16 Mar 2006 12:48:09 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/413387 DOOR OF DEATH: a Kyrielle Sonnet-- award winner [Image #1056937] As time passes the young become the old, And one day, from the drama, we are gone. Before all mysteries of life unfold, The door of death we are cruelly shown. Whether to hell or heaven we shall go, This can to none of us ever be known. As icy winds in winter of life blo...[Read Full Post] Sun, 16 Apr 2006 01:41:40 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/413362 LION, THE KING? Don’t tell me I am the king. You have snatched from my hand, My kingdom, o’er which I ruled, The sprawling forest land. Man, you are the usurper Of all my royal rights. You have killed my army in The unequal gun fights. My subjects are no more mine; You rule even o’er them. When you come to the jungle...[Read Full Post] Mon, 13 Mar 2006 08:45:15 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/412721 A MILLION BUCKS There was a time in my life when, I thought what mattered was money; When I believed a million bucks Would make a gloomy life sunny. I labored long hours a day, Sacrificing my all pleasure. I worked for seven days a week, Without a moment of leisure. I have the million bucks today, But my step is no longer young. My lip...[Read Full Post] Thu, 21 Dec 2006 06:27:54 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/410595 MY LOT Why should I repent that I could Never win the heart of a dame? Why this be a stigma for me? Why should this cause me any shame? Why miss winning a single heart, When I have won many a mind? I’m gratified that many do, Solace in my poetry find. If they find echoes of their love In my melody and my verse, If it can touch ch...[Read Full Post] Sat, 04 Mar 2006 00:23:23 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/410534 THE PROUD MAN: a sonnet Is man superior to animals? Are animals inferior to him? If we scan the evolution’s annals, It would appear just to be the man’s whim. Real superiority lies in Being able to win adversity. On this count cockroach would easily win, Having survived profound diversity. On the other hand man is so quickly ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 05 Mar 2006 23:26:17 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/410423 MARCH OF TIME: a sonnet When all is gone and I am reduced to Nothing more than an ounce of rotting dust, You will forget me one day it is true. Why should remembering me be a must? We love but our love can’t be permanent; The march of King of Time is unfettered. It does nibble away every moment Of present, which, in the past, is trea...[Read Full Post] Fri, 03 Mar 2006 23:34:27 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/410348 PICK UP THE DICE: a sonnet Why keep gazing forever at the dice, Waiting for the most opportune moment? Prevarication is a mental vice; It does only add to predicament. How can one waiting at river bank learn To swim even in the softest current? Only those jumping fearlessly earn, The skill and art of braving a torrent. Wisdom lies in eve...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 Apr 2006 13:46:31 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/409422 WHAT WE DON’T SEE: a sonnet All that we see need not always be true. Of this we must ourselves always remind. The sky and sea are, from distance, so blue. But, go nigh them and no color you find. The outward is often a sham, a mask, Worn so that what’s inside may be concealed. Before the outer fools us, we must ask: ‘Doe...[Read Full Post] Sun, 26 Feb 2006 08:38:33 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/407636 WHEN I SHALL PASS BY: a sonnet A day will come when I too shall pass by. No longer will my shadow haunt the world. To meet my dear ones however I try, Will be something impossible, unheard. I know not where I shall henceforth be gone, Nor what in nether world would be my fate. Shall I forever in hell fire be thrown? Or, shall I albeit enter...[Read Full Post] Wed, 01 Feb 2006 13:51:24 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/401253 TEMPERANCE: a sonnet Shall I stoop, too, because you have done so, Hitting below the belt and mouthing foul? No, I would, in fact, let you rather know, I shall not roar in response to your growl. It’s easy to hit back in anger wild; Eye for an eye is, but, too barbaric. Why not answer the harsh in whispers mild? Cacophony can be met wi...[Read Full Post] Tue, 17 Jan 2006 00:41:38 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/399947 WE DON’T HAVE TIME We conjure up many dreams, That is surely no crime. But, for realizing them, We don’t have any time. For a full one year, students Read theories, sublime. Before examination, They don’t have enough time. Budding poets so often Attend to only rhyme; But checking up on rhythm, They think is waste...[Read Full Post] Mon, 16 Jan 2006 08:03:28 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/399697 THE FINAL DAY: a sonnet [Shall it be a day of mourning or rejoicing?] A day will come when I shall be no more, I shall not breathe the fragrance of this earth. That day may be delayed but will be sure, When I shall be beyond all woe or mirth. All whom I love and who love me today, Will one day be beyond my reach or grasp. They will me in my...[Read Full Post] Tue, 10 Jan 2006 02:30:43 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/398214 MY ONLY WISH My Lord, You are my only hope, The world has turned its back. Sunshine has gone out of my life, My days are cold and black. My only job, O Lord, is now To carry out Your will. I can’t now stand or hear or see, But, yes, I can pray still. Those also serve who stand and wait, Though they can hardly move. You know my h...[Read Full Post] Mon, 09 Jan 2006 09:28:56 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/397939 THE CRICKET OF LIFE: a sonnet The life is simply like a cricket game, Where players come and play their own inning. They try to score some runs and make a name, Batting or fielding, constantly running. They hit the ball and manage a few runs, Thinking that they have amassed a treasure. They beat aloud their own victory drums, Forgetting it&...[Read Full Post] Sun, 08 Jan 2006 01:54:50 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/397658 JOYS AND TRAVAILS: a tritina—award winner We often lament about our travails, Unmindful that we do also have joys That are denied to so many others. But while we are ignorant of others’, We are too conscious of our own travails, Forgetting to thank God for all our joys. No, life is not meant to be full of joys. We should try ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 13 Jan 2006 02:27:08 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/394505 SERVING YOU: an acrostic--award winner [Those who care for Him need not care too much for the world] Shall I ever be afraid Of all who put me down, Unmindful that they themselves Lack anything worthwhile? Lowly may be my profile. Empowered am not I. Should I just because of this, Surrender to others? Let me be just left alone, Engrosse...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 May 2010 11:54:45 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/393785 THIS TOO SHALL PASS [Life keeps on changing. Let not the past hang on you.] This too shall pass, don’t lose your heart, Temporary is pain. What was yesterday is no more. Today will not remain. Forget the hell let loose on you; Bury the ghost of past. Let dreams of a bright tomorrow, In rainbow hues be cast. Come on, sing happy...[Read Full Post] Mon, 31 Oct 2005 15:19:11 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/382903 WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT [He is always with us, only if we listen.] When I lie down in the night Lost to the mundane world, A new one opens to me, Whispering His soft word: “Have you forgotten why I Sent you down to the earth? I, having created you, Wanted you prove your worth. Prove worthy of Me, My son, Made in My own image. ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 08 Nov 2005 10:10:59 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/382464 MY LIFE IS A SHATTERED GLASS: a terzanelle [Persevere along the path, despite the stones hurled.] My life is a shattered glass. But I won’t accept defeat. I don’t live in the hour past. Troubles plenty I do meet, As on my path I proceed, But I won’t accept defeat. It is not easy, indeed, To forget stones hurled at ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 27 Oct 2005 13:12:39 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/382119 WILMA, RITA, KATRINA: a sonnet [Can they woo man to destruction?] Man cannot by a Wilma be humbled, Nor he can by Rita be thrown off guard. He cannot by Katrina be crumbled; He’s not scared by El Nino’s childish sword. Man was cast by Him in His own image To rule the world that lies under his feet. He can’t by nature...[Read Full Post] Tue, 08 Nov 2005 10:17:22 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/381816 LIVE IN THE PRESENT: a sonnet [It is no use trying to reconstruct the past or plan the future.] Why try to reconstruct a broken dream? Why try to convert past into future? Why try to churn water expecting cream? Why try to rein the forces of nature? Can a broken heart again be made whole? Can what has happened ever be undone? Can what i...[Read Full Post] Tue, 25 Oct 2005 16:40:03 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/381723 WILD PAST [A wild river calms as it reaches the sea.] Wild youth, wild days and wild nights, Wild thoughts, wild deeds and wild sights, Wild times, wild love, wild moments, Wild past, my present laments. I was wild in my brute force. Wild, too, was my mental course. All that wildness is gone now. My life has been tamed somehow. Exc...[Read Full Post] Sun, 06 Nov 2005 15:58:23 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/381182 WHEN I SAY FINAL GOODBYE: a sonnet [The last moment is best spent thinking of Him rather than the world around] When it’s my turn to say final goodbye, And cast a parting look on those around; Shall I utter a weak and helpless sigh? Or, shall there in my eye a tear be found? Shall I tell them for one last time again, To take care o...[Read Full Post] Fri, 21 Oct 2005 12:50:26 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/380953 WHEN MY TURN COMES: a sonnet [All of us shall have our turn. Why fear it?] When my turn comes to bid goodbye to all, And start afresh on a journey unknown; Shall I attempt to avert and forestall It since it may be painful and forlorn? Shall I look forward to what lies ahead? Or, shall I lament and pine for my past? Shall, of my future,...[Read Full Post] Fri, 21 Oct 2005 12:42:13 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/380951 AMEND ME—an acrostic [A prayer to the Lord to amend the repentant sinner] How I wish that ere I go And exit from this world, People may say I deserve, Perhaps, a praising word! Years and years I have wasted, Holding my selfish shows. At no time I was concerned Regarding others’ woes. Verily I have sinned but, Ere I do m...[Read Full Post] Wed, 16 Jan 2008 12:56:41 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/379858 PAST IS PAST [Dwell In the present, not the past] Past is past, consigned to dark, Let’s bask in the new sun. Why live in the days gone by? Towards the future, run. Present is truly pregnant; It’s full of future hope. Past is dead, it does not have, Of blossoming, a scope. We, of course, must not forget The glory of th...[Read Full Post] Thu, 27 Apr 2006 23:32:45 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/378162 FORGIVE AND FORGET [There is none amongst us who has not sinned. It ill behoves us to hate others who have done so] Life is short and we are tasked To toil in manner such, That we obey His command Without wasting time much. We are keen to look for a Mote in another’s eye; We perceive not in our own The beam that others spy. ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 08 Oct 2005 11:53:38 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/378052 AN ODE TO A TEACHER [One who is the giver of knowledge is the giver of life] You, the giver of knowledge; You, imparter of wisdom; You, who bring light to darkness; To you, O Teacher, I bow. You mould clay to perfection. You tend the plant to fruition. You save the petals from thorns. To you, O Teacher, I bow. You sacrifice for oth...[Read Full Post] Sat, 08 Oct 2005 03:59:52 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/377993 FORGET THE PAST [We should always have a positive attitude] Though I have been truly in hell, Why should that shadow my heaven? I did face death in the past yet, I won’t now by it be driven. Though my days have been cold and dark, Why should I shut down warmth and light? I want to enjoy my today, Though my yesterday was a blig...[Read Full Post] Sun, 09 Oct 2005 01:43:51 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/377839 LOVE AND GOLD [Love is basic to life, gold is not. The two are opposites.] What is love? why do I love? I don’t know the answers. But I know that it is love That makes life worth living. If I don’t love or if I Am not loved by others, Life will be without purpose; It will be so lonely! It is love and faith that give Stren...[Read Full Post] Sun, 25 Sep 2005 14:34:04 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/375263 DESTINATION: a sonnet [This world is a mirage. His is the real world and He the destination.] This world is but really a mirage, A passing show that is temporary. Superficial is every visage, Though some have an opinion contrary. Those who think that the real world is this, They dwell in it mentally all the time. But those who thin...[Read Full Post] Sat, 24 Sep 2005 04:48:58 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/374961 LIFE IS NOT A BED OF ROSES: a sonnet [Journey together can be pleasant only when the two have faith and they support, not suspect, each other.] My love, life is not a bed of roses, One cannot always have only pleasures. Reality in fact so imposes: We get losses, too, not only treasures. Both of us are new truly in this game, The ways of...[Read Full Post] Sat, 24 Sep 2005 02:39:16 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/374953 MONEY WORSHIP: a sonnet [A man is honoured only as long as his pocket is full] Why did I have to come across the day, When I’m alone, I have no company? Why my friends have suddenly turned away, Forsaking me in my final journey? There was a time when I was sought after, When people vied to come along with me. Their smile to me could...[Read Full Post] Thu, 06 Apr 2006 11:26:31 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/374950 WELCOME DEATH [Don’t be afraid of death. It is just the final step before meeting the Lord] When the final day is near Then what should a man do? Should he be in throes of fear And try to, death, eschew? Why implore the doctors that They save from jaws of death? They themselves cannot avoid The moment of last breath. Live the...[Read Full Post] Mon, 12 Sep 2005 11:01:50 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/372377 LIFE IS SHORT [Life is short. Strive towards the goal, without wasting time.] Life is short, the task is long, Each day is so precious. We just cannot waste our time In pursuits capricious. We must have a goal in sight, Though it may be distant. We ought to strive towards it In manner persistent. We may fail and slip yet we Sho...[Read Full Post] Sun, 11 Sep 2005 12:58:00 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/372199 WHO WILL MISS ME? [Man is less than a grain of sand, a spec of dust, in this vast universe. Why be proud?] Who am I? A coarse sand grain On the face of the earth, Which, itself, is like a grain In the solar system. Who am I? A tiny spec In the solar system, Which is like a drop in our Galaxy, Milky Way. Who am I? Just an atom In ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 12 Mar 2006 10:16:23 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/372056 TRUE FAITH [True faith in God means absolute surrender to Him, which, also, necessarily, implies following His path. True faith gives true spiritual power.] He can convert a mountain Into a grain of sand. He can make a lake appear In midst of desert land. By His grace the dumb can speak, The lame can climb a mount; The blind even see...[Read Full Post] Sat, 17 Sep 2005 00:39:16 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/371993 NEXT MOMENT: a sonnet [Man cannot be sure of the next moment, the next breath. It is better to live in the present than plan for the future.] One moment we are so bubbling with life, But in the next we mingle in the dust. We are so much attached to home and wife, But quitting all these one day is a must. Tomorrow is anticipated hope, T...[Read Full Post] Mon, 05 Sep 2005 01:01:59 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/370697 FAILURE IS NOT THE END [We are often destined to falter and fall with the first step. Let that not be the end of the march.] When a writer starts to write But can’t complete the work, Should he get disheartened and From future writing shirk? When a young heart falls in love And is not requited, Should tender thoughts in his hear...[Read Full Post] Wed, 24 Aug 2005 03:46:38 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/368181 TRUST IN HIM Trust in Him and to Him pray. Surrender to Him and say: “Lord let your will be supreme. Only You can, me, redeem”. When you pray with sincere heart, Your woes will at once depart. His peace will descend on you. You will feel His presence true. Pray to Him only for peace. Do not pray that ‘O Lord, please, ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 14 Aug 2005 15:02:51 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/366097 SURRENDER [Only in surrender to Him does He bestow grace] When in heart there is no hope; Of success, there is no scope; When days are dark as a night; Chances of failure are bright; When lost in the blazing sand, There is not a helping hand; Lips are parched and limbs are weak; Of luck, there is not a streak; It’s then that we ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 06 Aug 2005 16:05:03 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/364325 FLICKERING CANDLE [Likening the life to the candle, slowly melting away] Wretched life of a candle, Slowly wasting away! I live at others’ mercy. I cannot have my way. A gush of wind can kill me, Or a mere wave of hand. The flapping of a night bird, Even, I cannot stand. My warmth is not for others, I have rather ill fame. M...[Read Full Post] Tue, 12 Jul 2005 12:22:43 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/359310 MOVE THIS HEART [Prayer to Lord to change the heart] My Lord, bestow Thy kind grace, Move this heart that’s made of stone. Make it gentle, tolerant, Not to fight and hatred prone. Lord, Thou art omnipotent; Thou can make the mountains fly. I have been Thy sinner, don’t, Thy benevolence, deny. I have not prayed in my life,...[Read Full Post] Mon, 19 Feb 2007 13:54:38 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/357879 MY LIFE [One may not achieve much in life. Yet, a life spent in service of the Lord is worth it.] My life is all light and sound, But little substance. It is a flower without Colour or fragrance. My life is a fleeting cloud, Merely a shadow. It has no water, a blade Of grass it can’t grow. My life is rudderless ship, Without...[Read Full Post] Fri, 01 Jul 2005 14:46:59 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/357153 SACRIFICE FOR HIM—a sonnet [Life is short and we live but once. Shun pleasures and sacrifice for His sake] He sent us to this world so that we may Devote ourselves to fulfil His command; And in so doing not quiver or sway, Satan may, though, make unholy demand. It’s not easy to resist temptation, Or always in actions be right...[Read Full Post] Thu, 30 Jun 2005 06:47:33 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/356858 DON’T DESPAIR [Don’t despair. Life has pain, but, pleasure too. It has many hues that keep on changing.] Don’t bemoan that life brings you Thorns, but it has roses too. Why have roses all the time? Thorns make life truly sublime. Life’s song always continues, Though life has its blacks and blues. Life is fact,...[Read Full Post] Sun, 26 Jun 2005 11:32:18 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/355974 SURRENDER TO HIM [When the life is full of woes, lay them at His feet and surrender to Him] When life is no longer a dream, It has no happiness no gleam; When days are full of drudgery old, Nights are lonely and dark and cold; When heart beats with a tinge of pain, And breathing, itself, is a bane; When memories can’t be dis...[Read Full Post] Sat, 06 Aug 2005 16:09:43 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/355759 MAKE A DIFFERENCE [We are each a tiny spec in the sea of humanity. Yet, we can make a difference, if we want] Will it matter if one day, We are no more in this world? No one will miss us at all. The world will simply go on. We think we are important, Central to all else around. But the fact is we are just Peripheral to others. Wor...[Read Full Post] Fri, 17 Jun 2005 00:27:12 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/354151 WHEN YOU'RE GONE [An admonition to man not to be proud but to reflect on what would happen when he is gone] O mortal man, proud, arrogant, Too confident of yourself, Have you ever tried to reflect If you will be forever? You proclaim you are an atheist. Well, let’s take that for granted. But by denying His existence, Do you bec...[Read Full Post] Mon, 13 Jun 2005 11:32:25 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/353402 IF I WERE THE VOICE OF REASON [There is only one and the same god for the whole mankind. Why fight in His name(s)?] If I were the voice of reason, I would ring a bell In the mind of all the men and Subtly to them tell: Why think of god as belonging To a certain group? Why for a single religion Should all the men troop? Why should...[Read Full Post] Thu, 23 Jun 2005 13:47:37 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/353078 DESPONDENCE [Never give up hope and perseverance. Have faith in Him and He will guide you] Though life has not treated you well, Why must you lose all hope? Through work and luck, there is always, Of rising further, scope. Often for our own misfortunes, We are to blame ourselves. God lends helping hand only to Those who do help themselv...[Read Full Post] Tue, 13 Sep 2005 07:00:42 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/352871 THE BEAUTIFUL COUNTRYSIDE [Memories of an Indian countryside scene, haunting the urban migrant] The silent waters of the lake, Waves and ripples of flowing breeze; The sound of the distant cuckoo, As birds are chirping without cease; Red fire ball of the setting sun, Casting its shadow in the lake, Going home beyond the mountains For nig...[Read Full Post] Sun, 26 Jun 2005 14:27:16 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/352792 CONVERSION [An appeal to the two biggest religions to let ‘non-believers’ stay as such] Am I a Christian by faith? No, yet I rever Christ. Though not muslim, Mohammad Was also for me right. Are their two gods different? Their god is only one; He who sustains all humans, Including the heathen. Each thinks all the others are...[Read Full Post] Fri, 10 Jun 2005 03:29:07 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/352757