DESTINY

life is destiny,destiny binds,

destiny rules;all our minds

destiny controls,yet free our souls

destiny saves,from torentous waves.

destiny is known,yet we fear.

death is dreaded;our lives are dear.

yet we die,destiny lives

and are born again,when a mother conceives.

mother

she bore me for nine months ,and nine days

yet we were different in our ways.

without me,she would not eat ,a morsel of food;

yet i hurt her all i could.

with the last ounce of blood she protected me,

yet to her deathbed,i never went to see.

now i am a mother,and bearing child;

and will at last,be one of her kind.

who lives and loves,dedicating her life.

never expecting her child to give.

yet she loves,and loves more;

for is she a mother to the core.

TRIBUTE TO ALL MOTHERS INCLUDING MINE...

WHO HAVE SACRIFICED MAJOR PARTS OF THEIR LIVES, TO GIVE US A BETTER FUTURE...

.A STANDING APPEAL TO EVERYONE WHO READS MY BLOG.....YOUR MOTHER IS THE ONLY PERSON WHO WILL SACRIFICE HER LAST OUNCE OF BLOOD FOR YOU..PLEASE TAKE CARE OF HER,GIVE THE WHAT SHE DESERVES FROM YOU... PROOF HER WORTH, BY BEING WORTHY OF HER LOVE AND CARE.

vacuum....and war

life is a lonely road

full of gaps and blanks.

i walk ahead through it

my feet not touching the vaccuum beneath

my head held high.....................

defying the vast expance of space

............i choose to discard the famine of humanity.

my heart filled with zeal to fight,

my mind yearning for knowledge,

my whole being overwhelmed with what i possess.

i refuse to be engulfed..................

............. into the blackhole of gloom

i fill all gaps someday, with what i can process

.................from withen the core of my bosom

yes its love and compassion....

and humanity

my body aches beneath the weight i carry

.................the burden of shame

being a part of mankind,

which has lost humanity................

driven themselves insane

with greed and power

..................yet i disagree.....ill shake the burden of me,

and gradually of all

i will oneday get back,

what we lost

the war isnt over

vacuum can never triumph..............................not as long as im there

om gurave namaha..........

its the dawn of my life..a new beginning ..towards a new end..

the end of miseries maybe..awaiting fresh mistakes

i start my day with the words................

" om gurave namaha"

my guru .......who is what i never know

the man much flawed, a teacher ,a mentor ,a friend.......

yet human ..or may be my gift from god....

my guru..what can i say about him

an old man....though younger than me at times.....

irrationally radical maybe..........

calm ..........resembling the clamth before a storm,

stern ............yet amazingly liberal............

knowledge is in his blood

transfering it into me................

my viens seems to burst at its pressure

lost often in metaphhors i dont understand..................

randomly fighting multiple duels and battles..............

i emerge a warrior ........attaining mastery in my skill

"practice makes perfect " -he says

read read and write........my brain might explode one day

or may be ....................

yet i say "om gurave namaha"

for i know that my guru makes no mistake

however human............i can feel his power to rekindle and create

the power he now teaches to control within me

at twilight i smile

i know i have grown a million years each day

i have what all seek to obtain

i have me within me.......... my shakti

i smile again

on my way home

i look back

i say

"om guruve namaha"

im not a poet

yet my verses feel poetry withen their being

im not a lover

yet my eyes see love all around

im not a hero

yet my heart is braver than she can tolerate

im not u

yet i can be me, by living through u