Keep writing

Keep writing.
If praise gives you a high
Watch out when you fall;
For both are obstacles, big or small
In the jungle of opinions,
You become a sensitive prey, a puppet
Writing your treasured texts.

Keep on writing, 

You have come here
With a purpose,
The words you write
Would unite
The wounded worlds.

Keep writing.

About the inevitable garlands
That encourage or demoralise,
You may let go or wear them at ease,
But make writing your fetish,
Your unconditional habit;
You may pause a while if you please,
But never ever would you quit,
Until you bring down the golden garden,
From the paper paradise
Onto this living, loving earth
Where, years ago, like other writers,
You also took your birth.

Same page

We may not speak the same language
But we can be on the same page.

Ukiaha2!

I kill the flies
I am alone in my room
Waiting for another world
...

I ring my doorbell
Just to check;
I see welcome
On the doormat
As I key in.
...
Sun shines on the sea
Captured in the golden frame
Lightens my tender eyes
...
Sand, a yellow bed
Waves thrashing on the seashore
Rewriting stories
...
Sunlight caressing
Green dancing leaves
Mom playing with her newborn
...
Dawn -
Dew drops silence
A day breaks
...
Order! Order!
Grammar hammers!
Helpful rules
At times rude
Simply overruled.
...
Nemo
No ego
A good omen
-the end-

Showstopper

Power, sprinkled
As magic powder,
Shows all over the place,
Its unkindness,
Without dignity, grace.

Ukiaha!

Peacock shuffles its feathers,
Eyes flash
Dance drama begins,
Leadership changes
The political climate.
...
Child smiles,
Mom looks at the sun.
...
Moon -
Singing lullaby
To the earth
...
Sun has left
For his better half,
Keeping the mistress
Moonstruck. 
... the end ...

Nature

Let my lines
Be as real as your rainbow
As surreal as your horizon;
Let my thoughts
Be as pure as the morning dew
That drips on the meadows
Through the trees,
Let my actions be
As gentle as the breeze
That caresses the leaves.

The page is wide open for me

To pen my sailing journey
Let love be the ink of my passage
Let honesty of expression
In pleasure and pain
Be my constant company.

Let my words be 

As easy as your water,
Let my stories be
As available as your air,
As tranquil as your lakes;
Let their meanings be
As deep as your oceans,
As hopeful as your
Twilight and dawn.

If I truly love your shining stars

Your forests, rivulets,
Your fruits and flowers,
Let me learn to bequeath like you
Wealth of my being
My healing words;
Let the world rage
Its cruelest of wars,
I will continue to emulate
Unconditional love like you
Overstepping,
Overseeing,
Overlooking,
Overtaking,
Overcoming
Superfluous barriers and borders.

Better late than never!

You may be an industrialist
Or an industrious CEO,
But if you do not know
Who you really are
Then my dear, you're
Going round and round
In a hollow material zero.

This you will realize

When it'd be time
To close your eyes.

If you want to be your heroine or hero

Before you are physically dead,
Try to know who you really are
A forever present, perpetually ignored star
Shining in the centre of the forehead,
Guiding you like the truest friend.

But when it'd be time
To breathe your last
Alas, cela serait trop tard!
You won't be in a position
To say dear sister and brother,
That it's better late than never.

Possibility, a thought away

I don't want to rise so high
That I get lost in the sky;
Everything, everyone
I look down upon,
Write their future
On a polarized piece of paper
And say, hey there
See here, you've all lost, I have won.

I don't want to lie so low and buried

That I get trampled, stampede;
Everything, everyone
Walks over me,
Writes my designed destiny
And say, hey there
See here, we have all won
You are just another loser.

I want to walk and fly steady in the middle

Involve all in the most engaging huddle;
Encourage naysayers, failures
So they fight and taste success,
Motivate high flyers, achievers
So they humbly help others in the race
Everyone wins, no one loses
We grow hand in hand, in medias res.

All for life

I never wanted to quit
Day dreaming.
Now that I have,
I am in the dark.

Moon-beams still
Melt through the window.
Heavy lights glow inside
The profiteering rooms.
The graveyard shift
Devours them all.

My dreamy eyes,
Once juicy with life,
Turn into stones;
All for life. 

Black hat, new world

You look at good things,
Yes dudes, you dance and sing;
I find faults in children's bags
Sins nourish and flourish
in this and that. 
Yes I'm negative, you darling brats
for I am the one with the same black hat.

Toy guns! All for fun, huh? 
Innocuous, boisterous,
Far outnumber real revolvers. 
But so what, you'd say,
It's not dangerous.

Tom and Jerry, hitting, hurting
fighting with each other
hurling abuses...
Our children are entertained,
rest assured, they're also getting trained
to face the bitter world, 
sure enough, in time they'd find
their counterpart
waging wars, to break apart.

Nursery rhymes! Humpty Dumpty falls...
Ha ha ha, the class laughs!
Jack and Jill hurt themselves, 
children learn their lessons
to giggle at others' troubles, 
they memorise not just the words, 
they take with them, their worried worlds.

For a new world to begin,
however good and effective, 
we need to unlearn
some of our old learnings.