The power of prayer.

Prayer is a boon for mankind,

Between God and man a bind.

Of how to kneel yet rise,

For everything granted, a small price.

To cross that infinite distance,

And stand in HIS presence hence.

As I present myself to you Lord,

Only before you I'll ever bow, O God!

That peace that fills me within,

This undisturbed calm, a rare thing.

As I rush on with my life,

Marked only by struggle and strife.

Here I stand now in prayer,

Once again hoping for favour,

Though I oft forget my duty,

When dazzled by the world's beauty.

Nothing I can hide from you,

You know all I think and do,

Both my past and my future you see,

Everything that is, was, will be me.

Grant me strength and sight,

To always do what's right.

Grant me patience and will,

So every duty I may fulfill.

Magic doesn't exist.

( I was trying alternate thinking to established norms. Hehe. Dont take it to heart!!)

I don’t believe in fairy tales

In princesses and perfect males

Of horses white and skies so blue

Of satin sashes and lovers two

Knights in shining armor are,

Things that make dreams non par.

Happily ever after, a peddled myth.

Compared to reality it takes a hit.

Chance meetings and secret sighs,

Misunderstandings and mistaken goodbyes.

Mix these ingredients for a perfect plot,

And a fairy tale is what you’ve got!

They say reality is much better,

Compared to dreams in letter.

I don’t care for either views,

Arguments on this are of no use.

Reality is what you’ll get

Dreams are just to forget,

For a while now and then

Too much to bear, it gets when.

Yet maybe somewhere, I think

Between fairy tales and life, there’s a link.

That shows up in that book,

Of this world, all that’s good.

The good triumphs, the evil’s punished

Laws of nature, in this manner furnished.

It’s an ideal to see and refer

As a yardstick even, if you prefer.

Monday Memo..

Well...this was written on request...

The topic’s funny, the timing odd
‘Monday’ on a Tuesday is what I’ve got.
Random thoughts, from sources many
No matter if serious or rather funny.
Monday’s a pain, you’ll agree
The hardest day in which to be.
Weekend’s over, get back to work
Duty calls which you can’t shirk.
Most unwelcome by far, are Mondays
Whined and wished away for three days.
Friday’s spent, imagining how far
Blessedly from today, Mondays are.
Saturday's come, a day’s left yet
Thankful for the Sunday you still get.
Sunday strolls in, make the most
Few hours of freedom left to toast.
Two sides or more, to every tale
Mondays are days, some even hail
Fresh starts , and beginnings new
To get jobs done now long due.
To leave a mark, to score your goal
To let those grand plans unroll.
A classic example, of lessons taught
Whether the glass is half full or not
For what you do and what you see
Is decided by whether you were thirsty.

In Grief

My aunt passed away on the 21st of June. She was battling cancer.It still seems surreal that she is no more. They say it takes time to heal the open wounds left behind but neither is time a comfort nor is it easy. You can only hope that time will dull the edge of pain.

An angel’s been called back on duty,
To add to Heaven’s beauty.
What’s earth to do now without?
Her Light will be missed no doubt.
Bits of her we all have within,
Of what she meant, where to begin.
She was color and she was joy
Her love for life, we’d enjoy.
Myriad colors onto canvas did bleed,
Each one of her’s a masterpiece indeed.
She’d be ready to help in an instant,
With a smile and a hug, she’d be present.
Her strength and her acceptance,
Made up her exclusive essence,
For the time with her, you had,
When you called her yours, be glad.
From now, In every splash of color,
In those perfect bunches of flower,
In throaty laughs and strings of bead
And countless things she fancied.
We’ll remember and relive,
With much joy and much grief,
Bring forth that part we carry of her,
To be treasured by us forever.

In a Birthdaze

Time's up, the curtain's about to fall
A year is gone and another's here,
Let the scales weigh and take a call,
If time's been used or cost me dear.
To have been born and to have lived,
Mere existance by itself hardly a feat,
It's about what you saw, said and did
People or time, how you did treat.
For chances I've had this past year,
For things I've learnt over time,
People I've met and those already dear,
And all else that's been for me, sublime.
Thankful I am, for having had that and more,
For a past, worthy to be relieved again
With memories that warm me to the core,
And scraps that must as secrets remain.
So I begin a chapter anew today,
With renewed vigour and zeal,
To do the best in every way,
With faith, this promise I now seal.

Be seeing you.

For you as you prepare to say goodbye,
To the life that you made and cherished,
Memories that made you smile or sigh,
Of the bonds of love you nourished.

Leaving behind for a fresh new start,
In another place, miles and miles away
I know you will carry all this in your hear,
No matter how long or how far away.

For you I wish every dream comes true,
Every happiness and that quiet peace,
Luck, fortune and rewards that are due,
And all else that you please.

Leave your doubts and misgivings behind,
Your thoughts which are making you pause,
Those fears that are lurking in mind,
Bury them deep as they have no cause.

May you never change what you are,
Underneath where the goodness lies,
In certain ways you are without par,
The reason for our unbreakable ties.

In a bit of sadness, and some pride,
With happiness being ingredient main,
My wishes and farewell are tied,
For goodbyes are necessary to meet again

Lines by Poe.

Came across these beautiful lines. And wanted to share them with the world for their beauty and meaning are simply profound. Read them once and then read them again, see the meanings form in your mind. And read them once more to see how the picture shifts as understanding dawns upon the mind.
I could have written a few lines explaining what I thought. But then I thought it would be unfair to steal the magic of these words by fitting it into the mould of my mind and letting you know what you should be thinking about them.
It will mean something new to each one and something different each time.

Thou wouldst be loved? — then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thouart,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love — a simple duty.
--Edgar Allan Poe