Every day I wake up to see
A golden path laid
On the gentle ripples
Of a shadowed mat
And thus rises a vast
Horizon of heavenly lust
With a sense of purity
Only that of the gods
Clad in shining armour
There, soars above to glory
The king of Gods himself
Just a shining ball of fire
To the mortals down below
But very few know
The true secret behind
The Break of Dawn.

The pure beauty of thy golden vision
Enfold in strange dreams of a world
Draped in the mists of knowledge beyond
In a belief for a happiness forever
We strive forward to build a heaven
In search for our joyous paradise
An embrace of love,full of life
Stagger we in this world of myth
The Unbroken chain of hopeless hope
Instigates a pursuit for a forever
In a reign of the eternal bliss.

Something new that ne'er was there
Gripped my heart
In a hungry snare
An unknown horizon
That I thought never existed
Swept me off on a wild mare
Emotions set in a turmoil
Deepest passions aroused
Nothing ever said now
Words just a drifting dream
And eyes empowering the soul
In the twilight of a mystery moor
Airborne on an enchanting gale
Wishing to fly,and fly away
Fresh air of freedom
Fill my lungs
Once again, my life restored
A new reason, for a new world.

Is this what life is?
Bound by rules and laws
Not really knowing
Why we are
In this vast world
Alone forever
Knowingly or unknowingly
Alone in this crowd
What is emotions?
What is love?
All the relationships
Is it all true?
But why does my heart say
There' something much beyond
This small sphere of life
For once just close your eyes
And learn to dream.

A golden spirit
Glittering in the horizon
Rises gently
Brushing all with its gold dust
Of freshness and life
A small murmur, then a giant roar
Of a lion, no longer alone
Music flowing like rivers
Of birds, the melodious singers
Flowers blooming, badgers burrowing
And all enjoying
The mystic light
Of the morning sun

The smoke has enveloped the sky
The waters poisoned with toxins
And no more do the raindrops remain
A pleasure, a thrill
for children to sail their boats
In the puddles
Lands are destroyed
Children are deprived of their toys
War has replaced peace
Just as death has replaced life
"World is progressing"so it is said
But for whom? I wonder.

A clear sunny day
Suddenly brought to an end
By a black myth
Flying in the sky
Then a bang
Thor's hammer has hit
The enemy, and the heaven was lit
In an eerie glow of triumph
The earth shook
And the trees moaned
Then a shower of crystals fell
Along with a fiery gale
The seas were turned
And ships tossed about
The nature's fury was felt by all
Then it all ended
Leaving behind, a glistening trail.

A glow at the end of the tunnel
Dark and winding
keeps us moving
Moving forward
with a ray of hope
To find it all untrue
All the sorrow,the misery
Just a mirage
Just a hallucination
To find a world
A world, too good to be true
Free from hatred,filled with love
To find that it all
had been a nightmare
And it's now time to dream

Let us open our eyes each day
to see the world in a different light
to try again where we once failed
To understand those we were unable to
To correct those mistakes
We once committed
To do the right for every wrong
To learn something we never knew
And help others, be it few
So let us begin each day
With hopes and faith in our hearts
To have no regrets
when we look back into the past

Time like now has ne'er been seen
When the gods in their silver chariot
Ride across the night sky
Throwing showers of silvery beams
That strike the earth draped in gloom
Left behind is the mystique trail
That intoxicates the world
In a strong enchanting gale
Of magic and mystery
Binding all in an entrancing spell
An unknown realm awakens
Amidst the lustrous stardust
The fairies and the elves move
To the rhythmic notes by a pool
Of dancing diamonds and pearls
until a faint glimmer is seen
In the horizon, a red giant rising
Unfolding its powers in a new vision
And for ever remains hidden
The nature's secrets in its spirit.

A Wreath of flowers
On every grave
How many? T'is hard to say
Young and old all are there
A dull black gloomy glare
That struck the earth
At a time not known
A black death that has been
And shall be again
Value of life remains no more
The darker side of man
Revealed in a nightmare
Will there be an end?
Cry the suffering souls
Will there be an end?
To this world of evil.

My mind is captured,
I can't help being fascinated,
Of all the mysteries of the universe.
But one alone, captures my complete attention,
T' is nothing other than the unusual space,
Where strange lights glow,
And sends through us a sensation,
which seems to bestow,
On us, a wonderful dream of success.
Shooting stars, flying hither-thither,
Giving us plenty of wishes,
That which never withers.
It is a place of eternal light,
Its limits are unknown.
We are just a speck of dust in this vast place,
And in this enchanting world we are blown,
Though never do we stop to think
What a miracle, it is to live.

Oh! Nature, How beautiful were you?
Every tree at its best
With their leaves glowing under the godly shine
Giving all creatures a place to dwell.
Suddenly, I woke up
T' was all a dream
I went and drew the curtain aside
To see nothing but buildings and streets
All built to perfection
Yet making humanity imperfect
By causing utter destruction
To those creatures, that meant us no harm
The very creatures, the very plants
Who'd give us anything we want.
I'm shocked, I really am
To see man's cruelty
Much as to this.
I now know, t' is true what they say,
That nature never kept upto this day,
For now, man himself pays for his terrible deeds.

Life, an eternal mystery
A strange illusion
Believed to be reality
A wonder with origin unknown
From where we have come
Where we shall go
T'is never to be known
Questions that remain forever
Never stops haunting mankind
Life knows no bounds, no limits
Reaching far beyond facts
A realm of dreams
For all it can be
Yet, it shall remain
Forever a mystery.

I remember the time when I had taken part in an elocution competition in my school, I was quite good at public speakingand stuff like that but that was my first Gandhiji based speechand I had got some material from the net and then added my ownmatter to it. I spend at least a week trying to memorize the speech while I stood in front of the mirror or while I was in the toilet and even during my classes. It was a mix masala of Satyagraha, non-violence, determination, courage and all that Gandhi stuff. What became of me at the competition? ...I was a total flop. I was totally nervous with my knees shivering and knocking against each other, I forgot the lines in betweenand by the time I was finished, the way I was dripping from head to toe in sweat, the Niagara Falls would have seemed small in front of me.

By now you must be thinking that maybe I'm writing about theworst moment of my life or something however I'd like to assure youthat I was fortunate enough to have experienced worse humiliating situations. So it wasn't really that hurting.The point that I'm actually trying to make is that I went on to do something withouteven feeling for or really thinking about the real meaning of whatI was writing or saying. Thus the outcome was obviously inevitable.Later on I did finally accomplish the great feat of using my brain and I thought: Many people write and say how great the Mahatma was and that there really can't be anyone like him in this world, nevertheless I believe that there a Gandhi in every one of us (now doesn't that sound absolutely barmy). Let me explain thisextremely wild idea of mine, We all want to have a world that's totally peaceful without any problems and from what we know evenGandhiji wanted the same thing. The only difference is that he made an effort to make the dream come true and went so far as to sacrifice and devote his whole life to achieve his world. Maybe in the future there will again be someone like him...

Isn't it weird that this whole world is set in an intricate web of inferno? To think that we could be in this vast universe and be utterly insignificant and then yet again think of maze of life that beholds its mysteries to those who discover it. We all go along in this world so conscious of who we are, I mean daily we just get up look into the mirror and try to fix up the uneven twists and curves on our faces or fret and grumble about those devilish little pot bellies creeping out slowly out of nowhere. Then there are the clothes that can never satisfy the appetite of the wearer or there's even a bad hair day. After carefully applying a variety of scrupulously studied tactics the person eventually sets out to tackle the rest of the cruel day with unending embarrassing situations like an uninvited burp, an uncontrolled burst of a snort while laughing- Oops! where did it that come from? Even worse are the more awkward noises or actions, which I don't necessarily have to mention.

But do all these really matter? Just think of the millions and billions of people simultaneously pondering over themselves. The funny thing is that while one person is thinking how the other person accompanying him is evaluating him, the other person, more or less will be doing the same. Thus no one ever really gets the whole picture. Sometimes I wonder, what kind of world would it have been where people were free minded. Even if someone were to irritate you, someone of a higher authority, under normal circumstances you would have put up with it and acted all polite while you were thinking of the 10 best ways to torture the person to death, but what if you thought this way "Every second of my life is precious, he or she could waste hers as much as possible through petty insignificant thoughts and arguments, but why should I waste mine thinking or doing the same?" Almost everyone in this world is engaged in earning money (I say 'almost' because there are still few places left for our so called 'civilization' to creep in yet.). Those rectangular pieces of paper and those round coins happen to control three fourths of our emotions and life (Not that I would personally mind getting my hands on few of these notes & coins myself). Still don't you think that we all are living a really lame life? If I had it my way I could go on writing about it but I believe that it is left to the people themselves to figure it out..

All about this humble, zimble, zimbly me!