Thought for day

We should not think that emotions such as anger, desire, hatred etc are intrinsically attached to our selves. The truth is that they are just the product of psychological reaction between our environment and sense organs. They become part of our habits thereafter, whereby every moment, they will find rooms to increase their strength, and thus we lose our true self. 

ROUNDNESS- THE CYCLE OF EXISTENCE

Roundness of circle exists tinted,
To eyes of casual watch,
But cycle lay unseen,
Beating rather keen nerves,

Earth’s orbit rope toils,
Restoring yet an invisible round,
Cyclic as though earth, moon or revered sun,
So their remnants of reason not trodden

A ladybird once young; ripens old till cold,
Younger heap of its own, thence enthroned
A mango tumbles beneath, anchors earth,
Yet again, the mangoes tumble

A watch races to mid,
Next hour breathing fragile young,
As new soars peak, mid curls within its cradle,
Enclosed in the pod of re-existence-so frail

As dawn wanes beyond,
Dusk then to fullest nurtured,
Mature dusk now waits assured,
Until within its lap, dawn sprouts

Seasons roll round throughout,
As for the summer, winter yet bud,
But with young summer nurtured –
Old cultured winter ripens

Those mighty oceans down,
With pie on plate; fountains or snow,
But as billows rise far until-
To lesser veins from where emerged,

Roundness thus, the speech of existence,
Of dust, dots, lives, earth, or universe!

GOLDEN CHARIOT

Shiny wheels spun fast, over long golden trail,
Wings one white and other red,
Chariot then marched invisible far,
Me seated amidst- divine furry chair,
Thus dividing path by two abundant fair
Such critical march, yet unbroken,
Belief perishes even, for floating globe,
Who would thus, soothed by such?
But I indeed; for me blinded,
Amidst convincing throne, golden built,
Faith sealing flaws of all earthlings,
Felt depth thus, logic in such rising
Tiny wheels spun fast, crawling
The wrecked cars burning aside,
Black fumes rose high, perished shrieking,
Songs of contentment tuned by next,
Blood filled the potholes on one side,
Fragrance and dew to brim of pots off shore
Thus, path separated existence as such-
Dark world from light, day from night,
Happiness from sorrow, yesterday from tomorrow,
Gods from demons, and priests from evils
Faintly seated on high throne, he questioned-
Define now, you mixture of earth and breathe,
The day from divine cart- you saw and felt,
“Why can’t the darkness be wiped off?”
Asked I, with bouncing confusion,
Labeled priest, through patient lips –
What if left wing been trodden?
Never such breed or cost my cart,
So shall cost all perception rise,
And holder of perfect earth,
Unless you conquer death and birth,
To escape distant, earthly mirth,
Earth breaths wisest of best to worst!

MOTHER

Earth, the mother of all lives,
Seeds thus on lands sprout so green,
Same we bud out fragile young,
Breathing chaste and chaste in drink

If globes breathed lone darkness and doom,
With few buds and brightened bloom,
Beauty would that of heavens parked,
Such be height of her chaste love

Love if were as compressed coil,
Or like dazzling diamonds weigh,
Monarch sun be of millions globes’,
Far ones with rest all of love

Birds toil far for young hearts to feed,
Sailing back with loaded beak,
Youths chirp soft with widened beak,
Until mother drop their meal,

Love so unquenched, makes her move,
In and out for hundreds more,
Despite herself pain by thirst,
Till young filled to drowsy nap,

But as greedy raptor march,
She fights till last living breathe,
Despite falling jaws or wings,
Until her love strewn beneath,