Handprints on my glass

From the tip of my pen I can't tap, The new idea from a troubled mind, Just a single seed to grasp, That put my queries behind. A dream for an obra maestra, Yet difficult to sense and mould, A poet's hunt is another failure, My hope slides, faith unhold. Willingness wanted to expire, My restless soul started to mourn, The pace of wondering is dull, My heart groan and groan. Sitting uneasy my fate grimaced, But a little hope may entice idea, Even a senseless quest of a fool poet, Could make a poem -- be my obra maestra.  

Stop the abuse against Women! This one is for all the daughters of Eve. I’m not a good man either but I know their sentiments. Just spread the Love out there……. Tears shed from the windows of your soul, Spirit recoiled in the crumbled wall, Man of his word? Or not trustworthy, How long will you live with this agony? Painful, trust belittled, discouraged, You accepted it due to law of average, From the highest point of blissfulness Should have a lowest mark of sadness, Really? Is that your principle? Is he real too? Demented lies, eternal sorrow, crazy blue, Will you love him forever? Or you’ll be always garbage, Oh never! How many more sacrifices? Your life is full of terrible surprises, Disrespectful, I hate Him! His horns should be trimmed, How many gallons of tears? How many pains and fears? Time of weeping is over, Rejoice! get off from shiver, Wake up little darling, There’s a season to everything…..

From bittersweet to beautiful, From ugly duckling to pretty swan, Lonely teenage days of anxiety Unworthiness and wan…… Metamorphosis, a complete cycle, From egg, larva, pupa to butterfly, All were teasing, mocking you then, Pity them! they don’t even try… The knight bee predicted, foretold, He saw you before you bloomed, From backyard grass to lovely rose, Your limited screen started to zoom…. Adoring you, are all bees now, Truthfulness is hard to find, Even the lord butterfly loves you, The knight bee just staring behind… He’s just watching you until you grow, You, winging, singing, dancing on the floor, Guides you, loves you, until the end, Until Fate allow him to your door…  

When my life in this crazy world  - is running dry, You came along in my humble life Poured your love on me, When all in this place - are fool and lie, And all of my dreams - were hunted and strived, There will be no things in this life -  that could be free, Before I reach - I shall be fried, And those troubles elevated and hyped, I’m shedding tears while bending my knees, Ended in this space - do or die! Seeking the land off from strife, I realized that I love thee, Then all the frictions dissolved in the sky, All I can see are the band of colors and stripe, Gladness came when I’ve loved thee……  

The heaven's torch shines - dazzled, A male farmyard fowl howled, The little damsels serve the ladder, Plenty of warblers herded, In the golden field of grain crops, Folks may never feel famished, Like a mirage in a desert, Where fairies can do magic, The honeysuckle is still sweet, Provider of fabulous flower, Makes home looks elegant, Makes the peasants inspired. Heaven's lamp is still up there, Angels descended from nowhere, Pouring the blessings of the season, Hours of delight knocks in our yard, Dreariness days merely forgot, Gladness quickly coming, Gongs hit with grace, Gives solemn harmony, Even the hermits rejoice, Black hues dissolved, What a fruitful harvest! Praise You, Oh our God! Without your love we wonder, What our life would be?

Whispering this sanskrit phrase is glorifying the Creator that will give you waves of joy and lifting your spirit up from pools of sorrow. Ever since,  singing a God’s song is like transferring good signals beaming to the distant stars, it’s also like an interstellar message sending across the entire galaxy up to the universe and deep space thru angels going back and down to the believers. Informatively, it’s like a prayer, wherein contacting God thru mind is the best way to beat the doubtful heart.  It’s a praise, It’s lovely, It’s a glorious act, it’s the burning faith. I remember when I was younger my playful mind always wondering and asking questions of God’s existence, His residence, where He emanated, but these questions always led me to confusion, to further queries, that no one can answer or give clear justifications or provide detailed and undeniable proof of His origin. But still I prayed to Him, worshiped Him, every night and day, my unceasing ...

Stars are so few, Clouds are the morning dew, A picture of a foggy view..... A very dull night, Crescent is the only light, Owls lost their sight..... It's very cold and dark, Mountain wolves don't bark, Suckers on their mark..... zzzzzz           zzzzzz                      zzzzzz                                zzzzzz Bamboos always nag, Wind challenge the logs, A dale covered with fog..... Can't go to the field, There's a wild whirlwind, Must stay home and take heed..... Like the birds on their nest, Must forget their quest, A journey to the West.....