HIS PRESENCE IS EVERYWHERE

God resides in the Air

and the Air permeates everywhere....

Without him we cannot breathe; 

Without him we cannot sleep...

Without him we can neither sow nor reap

I believe his presence is everywhere

God resides in the Air

and the Air permeates everywhere.

Without him the trees don’t rustle

Without him my life would not be a hustle

Without him my world would not be a bustle

I believe his presence is everywhere

God resides in the Air

and the Air permeates everywhere.

Without him the bells would not tinkle

Without him my skin would not wrinkle

Without him my life would not be a sweet jingle

I believe his presence is everywhere

God resides in the Air

and the Air permeates everywhere.

Without him the clouds would not be drifting

Without him my spirit would not be a lifting

Without him my poem I would not be writing

I believe his presence is everywhere

God resides in the Air

and the Air permeates everywhere.

Without him my life would have been haywire

Without him the world would have been mere mire

Without him would the world have been there?

For I believe his presence is everywhere

GOOD MORNING BLESSED WORLD

Good Morning blessed world.

About your end I was told

And as the day unfurled

The prediction went really cold

And I knew that God lives in you

For you will always survive

It’s become the Morning after

And the doomsday prediction mere banter

For the end of this amazing world

Was the end of everything; we were told

But God can never end

So the world never did bend

Yesterday was a new beginning

And definitely not an end..

A TRIBUTE TO BOB DYLAN

I would walk as far and as much as it needs

Until I can be called as a Man

I would fly as much as a white dove needs

before I can sleep in the sand

I would face as many cannon balls as it takes

To make sure it surely gets banned

Till I hear the answer my friend

The answer that is blowin in the wind....

I would exist as long as a mountain must exist

Before I am washed into the sea

I can exist as long as I need to

Until I’m allowed to be free

I’ll turn my head as many times as I should

Until I stop pretending and see

Till I hear the answer my friend

The answer that is blowin in the wind....

I will look up as many times I must

Until I can see the sky

I will have as many ears as my body can take

Until I hear them cry

I will die as many times as much as it takes

To know that many have died

Till I hear the answer my friend

The answer that is blowin in the wind....

TAKE ME FORWARD, OH GOD!

Take me forward

Lead the way

Take my life onward

Forever hold sway

Plans and strategies are wasted

For as you please you may

And in my mouth defeat tasted

As you do with me play

Take me onward and forward

Lead the way if you may

Mould me for the better

To walk without going astray.

My request I place as this poetic letter

Thanks for making me see a better day.

ROLE REVERSAL

When the victim is looked at as the victimizer

When the good ones are considered bad

When the person in agony is considered the perpetrator

Then the situation in our society is grim and sad

When the employer is afraid of the employee

When the teacher is scared of the student

When the general populace is rude to me

Then it is better to shut up and remain prudent

When the child behaves like an adult

When a crook behaves like an honest gent

When the calm rise up in riotous tumult

Then I know character is not worth a single cent

When the ruled become the unruly

When the loved ones behave without love

When the unfaithful claim to be yours truly

Then it’s time for the curtain call and bow

I'M GLAD TO BE UNWORTHY

I am unworthy

Unworthy of your love

Everyone is truly worthy

While I remain unworthy of love

My parents threw me out

For I am unworthy

My woman threw me out

Because I’m unworthy

Everybody has left me

For I am unworthy

They don’t even want to see

For I am unworthy

I now stand alone

I realise I am unworthy

Everything is lost and gone

For they are all worthy

Everybody is really worthy

Because they found me unworthy

I am now glad to be unworthy

For that has made them worthy

TWO ROADS

Two long and narrow roads branched off
in the middle of a thick dense forest
and I desired to walk and travel both.
Being one sole entity so earnest
but a believer in the concept of duality
I gazed on them as far as I could behold
to where they vanished into infinity.
I looked at one of that which did branch
It did appear barren; more dry, desolate
and looked lonelier than the other
which was much more fertile and green
and appeared more frequently used.
The road that was surrounded by green
on both sides was well worn
and had inns and motels to rest on
with smiling and beckoning irresistible women
with wine and gourmet both tantalizingly sublime.
The wicked and evil side within me
decided to set out on the journey and travel
on the outwardly green and beaten path,
while the sweet good angel within me
did not bother to opt or chose
the dry and desolate road of good
For the good within me,
the road did not matter; nor the lack of food
It was only the way or the intent so to say
With which one traveled that did.
While the bad within me
was attracted by the sights and the lights
as well as sounds of the evil road.
I was curious to find out and come to know
the destinations of the winding road
and decided to share my entire  time
between traveling with the bad
side of me and the good
side of me; both equally shared.
I decided not to be biased
or judgmental about either
of my two sides.
I decided to share my life
equally with both the sides of me.
I then called upon my good
and bad side and asked them
with whom I should travel first.
While the bad wanted me
to start the journey with him,
the good couldn’t care less
and was the least bit bothered.
Perceiving my dilemma
the good told me, “my friend and master,
you will need youth on your side
if you are to bear the rigor
and hardships of the road
that has been provided
for you to experience the journey”.
But the bad would not
accept his argument.
The bad wanted me
to give it a chance
to first satisfy itself fully
and since the good
was not too particular
I allowed myself
to be swayed by the bad.

Now I am beaten and worn
And I have learn’t the perils of the bad
I’m so tired and my muscles are torn
It really makes me so sad
That I didn’t give the good road the chance
It deserved to be my priority
I just wanted a dirty dance
And pamper all of my vanity.
Now though I wish to walk the road of goodness
I find that am physically weary and unfit
I have become so used to the luxury of the badness
That for the road of goodness I’m now a misfit
While the good side of me
Contemptuously says, “I told you so”
For the bad has managed to not let me be
And now its time to leave my body and go…

This is something I worked on which did not come out the way I wanted. Not interested in rewriting it several times and being one who believes in the spontaneity of creativity, I am posting this here though it is not what you would really appreciate.

TIME IN A BOTTLE

How frequently; how often,

Have each and every one of us

Wished we could soften

The blows that life delivers us

And capture time in a bottle?

How desperately; how terribly,

Have each and every single one of us

Wished we could forcibly

Remove the ills that trouble us

By capturing time in a bottle?

The problem with us

Is that we have blinkered vision

And forget that time resides within us

In a kind of a prison

For we ourselves are the bottle.

The joy within us

Is that we create our own destiny

And the choices are ours

To make with careful scrutiny

For we hold time within our bottle.

   

BOMBING THE MOON

Here we go;

Just bombing the Moon

In our quest for knowledge;

Just bombing the Moon

Assuming it has no life;

Just bombing the Moon

Assuming it can’t feel pain;

Just bombing the Moon

Not knowing its all in vain;

Just bombing the Moon

Not realizing its significance;

Just bombing the Moon.

But then;

Just bombing the Moon

Tears me apart;

Just bombing the Moon

Sends a dagger thro’ my heart;

Just bombing the Moon

Makes me wince and cry;

Just bombing the Moon

Not realizing it is within;

Just bombing the Moon

All creative endeavour a killin';

Just bombing the Moon.

For little does Man know;

That the Moon lives within us.

Though we can’t prove or show;

The Moon within us.

OUR PRECIOUS HOME

The world is our wonderful house

It is we who must keep it clean

Let us not allow a stupid mouse

To dirty and scavenge therein

Would we spit in our living room?

Would we dirty our house?

Would we defecate in our bedroom?

Would we humiliate our spouse?

Society is our beloved family

It is we who must protect

Our most beloved human family

When evil powers it try to destruct

Would we let a burglar enter?

Would we be so callow?

Would we not our family mentor?

Would we rascals and crooks allow?

The world is our beloved house

It is we who must keep it secure

Let us not permit the louse

To suck the blood we require

Would we keep our house untidy?

Would we in our house be unruly?

Would we keep our house badly?

Would we in our house behave dirty?

Society is our wonderful family

It is we who must keep it pure

This is my sincere homily

To keep it pristine for sure

Would we cheat on family?

Would we betray their love?

Would we allow them to remain hungry?

Would we to evil bow?

The world is our beautiful house

Let us make it our home divine

It’s just that my love is the cause

Of penning this poem of mine

Would we destroy what we did build?

Would we cause it to rot?

Would we not the splinters weld?

Would we lose all we’ve got?

Society is our blessed family

It is we who must help it to grow

Let us protect it from the enemy

And to it our solidarity show