Thursday, October 31, 2013

Faith Wins Over Fear

It was dark,
Thick clouds looming,
Through the mists of the past;
Thundering voices,
Threatening noises,
Made me stand aghast.

Trapped I was,
Unable to walk,
And afraid to stop.

The fear had engulfed me,
Like a bitter enmity.

I took a pause,
Closed my eyes;
A deep breath,
To calm my mind.

Ignited a thought,
In my mind;
"Everything is ok,
I am gonna be fine".

I created this aura,
And I believed in it;
My faith grew stronger,
With every heartbeat.

And here I was,
Standing at the other end,
Completing my journey,
That was full of bends.

This I call,
The power of faith;
When you truly believe in something,
The universe conspires to make it your way.

What wins always over fear,
Is the faith, steering you clear.


Sunday, October 27, 2013

Your Euphoric Smile

A spring of joy,
That washes away
All my grief.

A source of inspiration,
That sucks away
All my depression.

A ray of hope,
That drives away
All despair.

A fountain of peace,
That calms down
All my turmoils.

A recipe of
Innocence and genuineness;
Cooked with
Care and affection;
Garnished with
A dash of warm shyness.

The genesis of pure bliss,
Nothing else it is,
But your
Euphoric smile.

Friday, October 25, 2013

A Flickering Thought

A flickering thought,
Like a lightning stroke;
Fuels the mind
Igniting its grind.

A flickering thought,
Like a dash of spray;
Adds color
To the otherwise grey.

A flickering thought,
Like a note of music;
Adds beats
To the voices monotonic.

A flickering thought,
Like a wink of an eye;
Exudes charm
From otherwise lonely eyes.

The flickering thought
Comes momentarily,
Disrupting the continuity;
But opening new horizons
Of ponderability.



Sunday, October 20, 2013

Beauty of Night

An endless blue sky,
Like the vast expanse
Of life;

A patch of clouds
Scattered far and wide;

When the noises
Ignored in the
Maddening rush of the day,
Touch our ears
Soft and clear;

When the moonlight
Appears so pure and pristine,
Soothes the burns,
And calms down the turmoil;

When it shares a hope
Always
Of the rising sun;

And fades away gradually,
Kissing goodbye with humility,
Promising a comeback,
Ushering in the daylight;

That's the beauty
Of the night.


All is Not Lost