The
Feel of Life
In
a most gentle and comforting manner
As if to me they did want to say
Why do you fret for being the way you are
Do you really need to attract praise
Do you really need to be the most eminent
Simply you, flawed, frail, mistaken
Scared, doubtful, not so confident, emotional
Yet, being at the same time, close to the skies
If awakened does be your soul
Why do you fret for being the way you are
Someday, you shall close this chapter forever
More excellent
The one made of beauty, in its immensity
To accept yourself
To give time to your own self
To unlearn, and to learn again from your mistakes
Remember, remember that one higher power did choose to make you such
How wonderful, life is wonderful
It is, it really is, I just needed to feel it in me!
A Celestial Glance at Life
By an unknown propelling force
A seed,
Blind
Deaf
Dumb
A seed,
So oblivious
So ignorant
A seed, brought to light
Or to darkness
Whichever, this world does be made of both
A seed, grown and blossomed
Into a being so full of itself
That it realizes not that it swims in a maze of ignorance
And life, in this manner, goes on its way
Filled with greed, desire, envy, lust
Wants, wants and more of wants
Fulfillment of the senses’ wants
Fulfillment of the ego’s wants
Fulfillment of its blinded vision’s wants
Caring naught about that propelling force
Caring not even to thank it
To wonder about what does it be made of
This seed,
Brought to its consciousness
Aimless, meaningless, directionless
Yet, believing everything to be real
Believing that a seed it is, one made of royal lineage
Caring not to see how fast time in this maze travels
But coming to realize all of a sudden
That old and worn
It has become a wilted being
No water can save it
No food can save it
Only that unknown power
That which propelled it forth once
That, and only that!
From it, it had sprung
And to it, it shall return
Life,
Does resume thus
If it were to be given a celestial glance!
To savor its putridity
To bask in its evil surroundings
Seen as the one shy belle
I was such a one who lived in a glass castle
All for the sake of the mundane
The unreal, the transient, the unnecessary
Indeed, now, even if I do see life as thriving in an evil world
I certainly am grateful for everything that I have been offered
Life, relishing only on the sensual
Life, said to be the companion of the one who created it all
Life, trapping us all in its web
Life, wanting us to suffer, more and more
Emotional pains, mundane gains
Spiritual distancing, mundane attachments
Life, I shall live, but as one so cautious
Wanting so little of life, so little indeed
The one said to be the home of the divinity
Why, this life, it shall come to its end
Shall not even remain, my shivering shadow
Shall not even remain, my frail and fragile voice
Shall not even remain, my cries and my laughs
Shall remain though, my words, my many odes!
Life, I shall try my best to tackle it
For life, broken are the walls of my glass castle!
Waves
flutter around lazily
In
a most gentle and comforting mannerAs if to me they did want to say
Why do you fret for being the way you are
Do
you really need to attain perfection
Do
you really need to be the bestDo you really need to attract praise
Do you really need to be the most eminent
Does
it all matter
Would
you not rather be youSimply you, flawed, frail, mistaken
Scared, doubtful, not so confident, emotional
Yet, being at the same time, close to the skies
If awakened does be your soul
Why do you fret for being the way you are
Someday, you shall close this chapter forever
And
start a new one in a world known as the one greater
The
one more radiantMore excellent
The one made of beauty, in its immensity
Learn
to be nice to yourself
Learn
to be tolerantTo accept yourself
To give time to your own self
Yes,
time, time to grow, to learn
To
forgive, to be forgivenTo unlearn, and to learn again from your mistakes
Remember, remember that one higher power did choose to make you such
I
watched the waves flutter around lazily
And
stretched back on the cold sandHow wonderful, life is wonderful
It is, it really is, I just needed to feel it in me!
A Celestial Glance at Life
A
seed, ignorant of its own being
A
seed, brought to its own climaxBy an unknown propelling force
A seed,
Blind
Deaf
Dumb
A seed,
So oblivious
So ignorant
A seed, brought to light
Or to darkness
Whichever, this world does be made of both
A seed, grown and blossomed
Into a being so full of itself
That it realizes not that it swims in a maze of ignorance
And life, in this manner, goes on its way
Filled with greed, desire, envy, lust
Wants, wants and more of wants
Fulfillment of the senses’ wants
Fulfillment of the ego’s wants
Fulfillment of its blinded vision’s wants
Caring naught about that propelling force
Caring not even to thank it
To wonder about what does it be made of
This seed,
Brought to its consciousness
Aimless, meaningless, directionless
Yet, believing everything to be real
Believing that a seed it is, one made of royal lineage
Caring not to see how fast time in this maze travels
But coming to realize all of a sudden
That old and worn
It has become a wilted being
No water can save it
No food can save it
Only that unknown power
That which propelled it forth once
That, and only that!
From it, it had sprung
And to it, it shall return
Life,
Does resume thus
If it were to be given a celestial glance!
Life Willed Me
Life
willed me to see it as it really was
Life
willed me to drop out of my dream shellTo savor its putridity
To bask in its evil surroundings
Life,
I used to see it as being all painted in rose
Pampered
had I been, pampered and well cared forSeen as the one shy belle
I was such a one who lived in a glass castle
Life
willed me to see its true face, for it was fed up with me
Indeed,
so much of tantrums thrownAll for the sake of the mundane
The unreal, the transient, the unnecessary
Life,
though, was kind enough to imbibe in me, some spirituality
Some
philosophy, some love for the mysteryIndeed, now, even if I do see life as thriving in an evil world
I certainly am grateful for everything that I have been offered
Life,
so uncertain
Life,
so cruelLife, relishing only on the sensual
Life, said to be the companion of the one who created it all
Life, trapping us all in its web
Life, wanting us to suffer, more and more
Emotional pains, mundane gains
Spiritual distancing, mundane attachments
Life,
thankful I am to it, to have allowed my awakening
Pray,
I shall live, and show my stature as one so boldLife, I shall live, but as one so cautious
Wanting so little of life, so little indeed
Care
I not about life, care I only for the world other
The
one said to be made of purityThe one said to be the home of the divinity
Why, this life, it shall come to its end
Shall not even remain, my shivering shadow
Shall not even remain, my frail and fragile voice
Shall not even remain, my cries and my laughs
Shall remain though, my words, my many odes!
Life,
I do see it as being all dark
Life,
I shall deal with it with a calm wisdomLife, I shall try my best to tackle it
For life, broken are the walls of my glass castle!
