Hope for better things

Every such throe rekindles
The hope for better things.
Isn't life all about hope?

Logic

We are so drab that
We delight in
An exercise
In fill in the blanks

Body intelligence

Occasionally our hands
Can see, bite and learn!

The Why

We may not know how they built them
But we know why they built them
To survive death, we want that too

Flights forgotten

Every dive into our mind
Brings up the wreckage of
Many such buried flights

About new beginnings

What if the sun is
Breaking behind you
Even now and it goes
Un -noticed by you

Brother against brother

Sums up the whole of
Our history doesn't it?

The Path

We all walk a lone path
More or less. Only.....
We need to believe in it

Aging

The moment we start looking
Backwards we have become old

Evolution

He said in kindness: "There is Sorrow,
Its cause, Its anihilation, and the Path
To overcome it. Look what came of it.
Something simple was made so fantastic
That it has become totally unrecognisable!

Suggestion

The trick is in suggestion
And not in elaboration

The strange

The unfamiliar looks
Weird to our eyes

Points of view

All the three segments
Of Time are present here
But what is the angle
You look at it ?

Backdrop

Some times we fear the past too
Much to let the light shine on us

Stretching reality

Art aims to stretch
reality a little further

The sacred thread

If a thread is something
You develop on, this one
Could be the one thread
You need to think about

Vicarious Atonement

Strange how the sin of parents
Visits on thier children!
Why was Andromeda chained
For her mother's pride?

Secure from truth

We like to hem ourselves in
With everything we can find

Playing with nature

We decorate nature with
Everything we think cute
But when it turns against
We probably remain mute

Delight

When we are overly apologetic,
We sure have done something
Which delights us to the core

Trust

It's sad,don't you think?

Sometimes a controlled
Environment is needed
To bring out such trust
In some one we like

To kill among ones own

Ever guess the only species
Which turns against its own?

Bypass time

None of us knows
When Time is about
To swallow us up
So work to bypass it

In Between

"As above so below"
Or so they say
But I find something
Lying in between

Small and vast

We all feel like this don't we?
That we are something small
Within something vast
And we are all alone?

Work of Love

Bridges are works of love
They span across breaches
Into our own very hearts

Bonding

Adversity makes you bond

Just short

Some moor their vessels
Just short of the shore

Being No.1

( Captain of the The No 1 Test Side)


Hard work and talent
Doesn't make you No. 1
You need some luck too

For a better tomorrow

We all retire for the day
Thinking of a better morrow

"I" remain the same

Our figure, mind, intellect
And Everything out there changes
But 'I' still remain the same

Hope

Hope is a thing we
Delude ourselves with

Dead

You are dead
Before
You were born

Sacrifice

The unconscious is
A god that is only
Appeased by blood

Something good

There is something good
In every religion

When our ways part

When ways part do not grieve
We all occupy different
Spatio-Temporal realities

Programed

We are all programed
To open to the light

If you are in tether

If you are in tether
It hardly matters
Where you are

Through the gap

Beauty comes to us
Through the gap
In our peceptions

Figure it out

The puzzle of life
Bemuses us till we
Figure it out

Wisdom

Being true to yourself
Is the real wisdom

Freedom

If you feel like the fresh air
You are probably free

Reaction

In the very beginning
I knew not if I existed
So I thought the world up
Now it's thinking me up!