Tears of Joy

Drops from heaven never felt heavier,
Its divinity never seemed purer,
And en route to this fertile land,
It rejuvenates everything,
The skies, tall trees, even the clouds,
From whose disintegration they breathe.
Lightning and thunder precede,
Shouting its arrival loud and clear,
And even when it is descending,
Its expression becomes transparent.
Bringing life to everything it embraces,
Caressing all with its compassionate touch.
And as it slides down God's most beautiful creation, soothing every part it brushes,
It leaves all of eternity awestruck.
Stalling time during its small visit,
Like rare crystals capturing man's imagination.
Sublime as the almighty and in a perfect harmony.
Such is this phenomenon called,
Rain.

Memoirs Of a Muddle Head

Something strange at a distance I can see, 

On a deserted road in a desert. 

It becomes clearer every inch I get closer to it,

But still mysterious it remains, till i am there.

The closer i get, the more intense it gets, like fumes from the burning surface of a tar road on a day 45degree Celsius

The moment of truth was a heart beat away, I was going to be witnessing the phenomenon  in the most agonising 30 seconds of my life. 

And as i was nearing it, it was disappearing.

My belief that it existed was in a confusion of conflict and doubt. 

But then there I was, standing,

With my fingers wiping the only tear of disbelief. I ask my father what it was ?

And he said "its a mirage my boy, deceptive as death and fatal as deception."

I was six and it was the worst day of my life.  

Anxiety Of My Adumbration

As I walk on down the path,
I look at my shadow with utter wrath.
My only disappointment that I couldn't catch,
My shadow that kept walking without a latch.
So liberated and unbound,
I stare at my shadow on the ground.
It silently says its grandeur is more than me,
only increasing my eternal agony.
I keep walking, walking straight,
As calm as the ferocious ocean,
Leading me to a place unknown and alien.
My journey to the end comes closer than before,
A boat named life is reaching ashore.
And as it comes closer my shadow depletes,
Beyond the shadows of doubt I become one and the process completes.

Reasons to the Purpose of Existence

People come and people go,
As fellow humans they try and grow,
In a state of existence they live to believe,
In this world of illusions, they try and perceive.
The glories of past and wars of today,
Play with our minds and take us away;
Far away from the truth divine,
Leaving bitter memories which always remind;
Messengers of peace they claim to be,
The living examples of hypocracy.
Now all we do is beg and plead,
For a world of happiness and not of greed.
Unanswered prayers we blame the Lord,
We forget we live on the tip of their sword.
Hope now stands in the shadows of the dark,
Completely black, where I search for a spark;
Spark for something peaceful and serene,
Am tired of screaming, I can no longer scream.
That's when I wake up and realize its a dream,
The world is beautiful, not that obscene.

The Wait and Its Consequence

In every world lies another day,
Which still awaits the sunrise,
Where the dawn would come to stay,
And the world will be wise.
Awakening the souls,
From the slumber in which they reside,
Defying all the norms of the nature,
By which even the Gods abide.
Now as this day goes by,
People come to see,
All their human problems,
And their tragedies'.

Either waiting for its end,

They live their lives,

Or instead of living, 

They just survive.

Now let it all fall,

And let hell break loose,

Because there is no time,

To fit in someone else's shoes. 

Insanity

Insanity is now a curse,
And an excuse to the weak.
To the one's who cant figure it out,
The ones who find it oblique.
With the times changing,
They don't seem to understand,
Keep craving for more,
Don't they stop to demand.
Everything around me,
Now looks a little blur,
I think am getting the sickness,
And this has no cure.
Am now going crazy,
And its all absurd,
I have become a part of the weak,
Insanity is now my curse.