We survive

burdened with the
thoughts of mundane,
mind can not perceive
what lies in front,
eyes see garbage
where roses bloom.
alas, such are the
ways of life
we need to do,
to survive.
we dream,
and then see
them shattered,
the heart bleeds,
while the eyes
run dry.
we survive.
we survive,
at what cost?

I’m Happy where I am

I’m where I am
By choice or destiny
Where I could have been
Where I would have been
What does it matter
Now at this moment
Here I am
Wanted or not
I do not care
Will extend my hand
Open my heart
Left behind the
Garbage of the past
Carry the nectar
Of love in my heart
If you accept
As it is
Both of us gain
If not
You wallow in the
Filth of your hatred
I move forward
Spreading gospel of love
I’m happy where I am

Within

Within our hearts there is a place hidden
Protected well from ourselves even
That’s the core pillar of who we really are
Sooner we find it, we shall know us better

Within ourselves the moment we are born
All is clear, pure and all is clean
Surroundings fill us with garbage and dirt
Upto us to again make it clean and bright

Within us have strength to forgive and forget
Finding our true self, we shall be brave
No need for any preachers and healers
Find ourselves and we can be leaders

Within our hearts we can find love again
Compassion for others, courage to befriend
Extend helping hands to the downtrodden
Welcome others as sisters and brethren

Within us we have the resolve for freedom
We have the aptitude and we have the wisdom
Deep inside all of us burns the same fire
Peace and prosperity for all is our desire

Within our core is truth and light
External world blinded our sight
Close the eyes and search deep inside
Let our true self be shining bright


 

 

Week 10 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday 4-6-2016

Of Donkeys and Elephants

Games played by political parties during election cycles. A follow-up to the post”American Political Football”.

We need to take care of our nook of the forest,
The elephant said.
I am too tired carrying others load,
And I need more hired help,
The donkey brayed.

We need to be careful bringing in others
That are not our kind, the elephant whispered.
I had it upto my ears,
Cleaning your garbage, the donkey replied.

Let’s take a walk, suggested the elephant.
Working together we can solve this,
And save our house for our kind.

You are always big on talk,
But have a small brain on that big head of yours.
You trample everybody that walks with you,
Leaving your garbage behind for others to clean.

Listen donkey, look at those of your friends,
Who made it good for themselves with the largesse I leave,
They traded their long ears for my trunk,
So that they can now enjoy the fruits of their labor,
And leave trickle down garbage for others to share.

I need my long ears
To keep listening to the groundswell of discontents,
And cement my place with help from the lost souls
That have lost their way home.
Otherwise the day will come when the gophers and moles,
Will be out of their comfortable holes, and
Take over this hallowed land
That we call our home.

Exactly so, the elephant demurred.
We have the same objective so why do we fight?

You have always led your herd to believe
One day they will be in their ivory towers with the wealth
Trickling down from your ivory tusks.
From my lowly perch,
I only see the devastation left by your appetite.

I am sad, the elephant said.
We agree to disagree for the same goal we have,
We have looked after ourselves well,
And I intend to guard my right with all my might.

Farewell my friend, the donkey said.
Yes we have taken good care of ourselves,
And we will do everything within our might,
To ensure that we preserve our rights.

Take care, my friend.
The elephant concurred.
We may have our own ways
To do what we think is right,
And we will ensure that
The gophers and the moles,
Always stay in their comfortable holes.

 

This poem of the author was published in a magazine before.

Featured image from http://www.marshall.edu