A woman's world

A smiling welcome adorns her face
when the sun shines the way she wants.
A fierce frown with a dark glow
when the winds change their way.

Masks a plenty to chose from
if things do not go her way.
Sympathies she can evoke with ease
melting even the hardest rock.

Life seldom gives her what she wants
yet the urge to make it obey her will.
A continous tussle of will and fate
at times winning, at times losing.

Agree with her whims and desires
to enjoy her masked dramas;
but if you are in the play with her
a swirl of emotions pull you deep in.

Into her world you plunge helplessly
but only till you resist her slyness.
Going with the flow is the way out
if you can stay fair and calm throughout.

Born to be Free

As the wind blows,
as the rains fall,
as rivers chart their own path,
They were all born to be free.

As the flowers flutter in breeze,
as butterflies roam the earth,
as the birds enjoy their day,
we were also born to be free.

Make your own path,
Think your own way,
Do as you like,
For you were born to be free.

Paths less taken

Where chaos rules the roost,
and money fuels life,
Men decieve not others
but their own heart.

Here comes the new age,
when society falls to doom,
but ego wins hands down
for those one or two.

Loud words win over,
Sensible talk fails all,
Proving yet again
Success stays not for long.

Amid crazy races in directions many,
searching for the fertile mirage
run one and all, hurting all over
but stopping not till the end.

I walk alone, through lone paths
amid deserted streets and mighty trees,
Reveling in every moment
in the peace and bliss it holds within.

Roam around the world

Roam around the world,
O free spirit! Worry not,
about home or belonging.

Sand and stone that kiss
your feet, belong to all,
and not owned by one.

Countries and states,
mere lines drawn by men
not on earth, but in their minds.

Cultures change, habits vary,
languages many among men.
But spirits of all unite into one.

Trust Nature, the mother of all
to nourish and cherish every soul.
Go with the flow, sing along with joy.

Mountains of the wild

Cool breeze against my face
echoing eerily, stifling my breath,
I once stood atop mountains
magnificent, with snow capped crowns.
Looking down to find deep plateaus,
ruled by nature loving Indians.

Horizon expands, showing more mountains
raising and falling, decked in green,
with silver streams interlaced,
trimmed with ribbons of man-made roads,
feet fixed deep in dark green moss,
In awe I stood, my heart racing fast.

A voice within gnaws at my heart
to break free from bonds of duty,
to fly back to wild mountains;
where spoken words exist not, where
silence talks of violence and peace,
where realization dawns without prompting,
where wild beauty reigns; a
hiatus to refresh my spirit and soul.




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