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.