Am Still Wearing My Shoes.....

The world goes round
The living move towards a larger life
Progress takes another step
But I am still wearing my shoes....

Competition takes a wilder shape
People make wiser moves
Power takes over the powerless
But I am still making up my mind....

Violence silences the forgotten peace
The helpless cry in the blazing inferno
Tyranny reigns with its fatal carelessness
But I am still learning to speak....

The heartless break a few more hearts
The soulless demean a few more lives
The faceless mislead some more of the innocent
Yet I am still determining my path.....

A day will come
When I'll rise above them
When the needy will have the saviour
They insanely fantasize day and night....

I'll strive to enhance the potential
I'll work my way through these difficulties
But it will all be done on one fine day
Which tends to seem far away...

Will they survive through this haul of nightmares?
Will it not be too late?
Will they get another chance?
Or will they have to wait?

A silent wish, that it won't be too late...
A hopeful dream, that they will wait...
Coz am still yearning
To exist, to stand and stand out....

Being Me....

Each new day dawns with a smile
As I set to walk on the same old roads...
Like the same old me...
I see the smart
Admire the wise
Laugh with the witty
And ignore the foolish...
Yet not a change penetrates my soul...
Why, I see a someone in me...
That someone, who struggles
To see the unseen...
That someone, who enjoys
Dreaming the unknown...
That someone, who knows...
Why insanity is a virtue...
The child like laughter
Is a treat for herself
When she is happy...
A silent tear while swallowing the pain
When her world just seems, to tumble down...
Yet courage it takes
To rebuild it again...
A new cornerstone every time...
An inexplicable trust in that God
She believes to have in herself...
A positive look with the hope
That life will be fine....
Its all she strives for...
Yet sometimes, she weakens
Sometimes, she falls...
But a true spirit it takes
To lift yourself up...
To look at the ruthless world...
With your head held high..
"I care not what you all think of me"
Is all she tries to hold on to
And all I know, is she succeeds...
With that silent, loving smile on her face....
Rarely seen,
Yet with a truth unspeakable...
Yes, I adore this someone I see...
Oh yes! I love being me!

The Call...

The silence of the dawn
The faint chime of bells in a far off shrine
Triggering some sleeping emotions.....
The cool breeze provokes my inner voice
A calm whisper stuns me
I am asked,"Oh silent soul,
Do you relish being maneuvered like a puppet
In the hands of the so called "Fate"?
Do you name this deathly monotony, Life?
Know you not the excitement
In making your dreams come true?
Or are you satisfied with calling them
A pretty figment of your imagination?
I stare answer less, at the rising sun
The truth underlying these questions astounds me...
The fluttering of pigeons around
I turn back, a noiseless observer....
And yet again I am questioned
"Do you not feel today
Like a flightless bird?
In a hasty search for a destination?
Do you not wish
To slow down and dance
To the serene rhythm of life?"
I voicelessly accept, "I do."
"Then throw off the ties
Care not, if the world
Accuses your free spirit
To be your idiosyncrasy
You live for yourself, not for this world...
Let the warmth of the sunlight
Purify your soul of all fears
Let that winged friend
Guide your desires towards the infinite skies....
Let your will be the wind under your wings
Go on, and bravely aim to embrace the Sun...
And think not, of failure"
"What if, I don't reach that far?"
"So what? You'll still fall among the stars!"