WALK

Walk the path you chose
All alone if you must
Life is yours to live
Keep it under control

Walk for your health
As best as you can
Let not life’s worries
Kill all the fun

Walk the path less travelled
At Least make a try
Lead life as happy as can be
Kind and gentle be you

Walk with your family
And with your friends
Lots of goodwill and love
Keep you happy and hale


Write anything Wednesday Aug-24-2016

WALK:Week Thirty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”

Walking is my favorite form of exercise.  I am not talking of brisk walking, though at times I am forced to do it.  From time to time I do hit the treadmill, have one at home.  It takes up more space than I ever wanted, but one have to indulge their better half to keep peace at home.

What I really like is a leisurely walk, absorbing the environment around me. Walking, for me is blissful.  I forget my worries, my anger slowly dissipates and before I know it I become one with my surroundings. School kids walking or biking to school, old lady carrying groceries in plastic bags, the runner impatiently waiting for the signal to turn green, woman applying makeup while driving, everyone has a unique story to tell. Walking allows me to observe life as it unfolds.  After a long time, yesterday night I went for a long walk with my dog Skooby.  The night was cool and serene. Even Skooby must have realized that I was in no hurry.  He stopped here and there, smelled around and tried to mark his territory everywhere but after a couple of brisk attempts he did not have much left to mark anything.  The road was completely empty even though it was not that late.  I was at peace with myself. Wish I could have walked some more but I had an early morning appointment.  That walk must have done a lot of good because I slept like a baby and woke up refreshed in the morning.

Walk is going to be the starting word for my poem today for week thirty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.  I hope I can do justice to walk and you will enjoy it as much as I enjoy my walk.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Aug-24-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings

Well-being

Well-being and happiness
Endless joyous days and nights
Life a pleasant journey
Lovely state of mind

Beware, all good things come to an end
Eternity is but just a pipe dream
Infuse yourself with goodness and good health
Never be swayed by greed and always run after wealth
Give yourself the gift of a kind and loving heart

Wealthy you may not be, but sense of
Well-being and happiness will follow you around


Week 25 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write anything Wednesday July-20-2016

Well-being or wellbeing, my dear reader, decide you may
While I happily accept both and merrily go my way

This Moment

Do not care any more for life
Will take it one day at a time
As it comes
One hour,
One minute,
One moment
To ponder
Live in the moment
Live for myself
If I do not live
Does it count
Living for others
Everybody has own
Selfish reasons
For living
Their lives
No silver bullets
To end this agony
Of what will happen
In future
So why care
This moment
That I live
That’s what matters

Wheel

Wheel of life revolves slow and steady
Turning slowly towards its ultimate goal
H
ighs and lows,bumps on the road,
Nothing can stop its continuous roll
Eternity may be the quest of
Incarnations of the immortal soul
Eternal is not this life of ours,
One day we must leave this watering hole
Live life to its fullest, without fear,
Everybody will have to pay the toll


Week 18 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday-May 1-2016

No reason to cover my head

I had no say in the beginning
Neither did I chose where to be
Do not care where and when it will end
Will deal with the hand that was dealt to me

Life’s a stage that I will stride alone
Supporting actors may be many
Invisible director may be pulling the string
My performance not comparable to any

Why should I be ashamed of my act
I am not indebted to anyone
Not the one who may be pulling the string
It’s me who controls what’s being done

Survive or thrive, does it matter
What matters that I’m here and now
I will keep rowing the boat
Until the time comes to take my final bow

Answers to an unknown past and future
Neither going to ask nor required
Will perform my act to my best
There is no shame in failure
No euphoria in success
What matters that I exit
Being true to myself
No reason to cover my head

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life is a List

Life that has become a list of hurried events and to-do-list is meaningless.

Calendar of To-Do-List,
Tasks to be completed,
Interactions
Meaningless gestures,
Impatience reigns.
Life has become
An accumulation of
Hurried events.

Silent voices
In our brains,
Lost in the cacophony
Of meaningless sounds,
Talks fail to communicate.

We wait for the moment
To check every bullet
On the to-do-list,
Strike through every task,
Before we stop
To smell the roses,
Roses have withered.

If there is life after,
Somewhere beyond eternity
Where time has no meaning,
Dark voids of space,
Absolute vacuum,
Where sound is silent,
Hand in hand
We walk.
Life meaningful again,
Not a list of
Hurried events.

Life Without Rhythm

In life it does not matter if everything falls in line or not. It matters if one has tried or not.

In a life without rhythm
Does it matter if
Poetry does not rhyme?
Why waste time
Looking for words
Falling in line?

Waves crashing on the shores
Washes away footprints
On sands of time.
Enjoy the beauty
While you can.
Do not leave footprints,
Those who come behind
Leave it unspoiled for them.

May have failed
At everything I tried,
Happy at where I am
Because I tried.

May not have been the best
Lover, spouse, father,
Never had the Midas touch
Why should I bother?
Never gave up, never left,
Present at every step.
Is it a crime,
If my poem does not rhyme?

Realization at last
From chaos to creation,
There is a rhyme in
Life without rhythm.