The last time

When was the last time you saw a happy face?
When was the last time you lived as if there is no tomorrow?
When was the last time you heard a music that filled your soul?
When was the last time you had a dream that made you think?
When was the last time you gave life a full chance?
When was the last time you felt you can do it?
When was the last time you felt pity for you fellow beings?
And when was the last time you felt pain in your heart for others?

We live our life without love or compassion,
We always had a goal that is far far away,
We thought that there is always something that we are about doing,
Yet failed to see that we did nothing worthwhile all the while.
We failed to change someone’s life for good,
We failed to change our own life for the better,
We thought that there is always a tomorrow,
And tomorrow there was always another tomorrow.

When was the last time we gave something back to the one who gave you?
When was the last time you could look at a kid with love in your eyes?
When was the last time you felt you are not busy?
When was the last time you had time for yourself?
When was the last time you sat back and said enough?
When was the last time you felt content with what you got?
When was the last time you thought its ok to loose?
When was the last time you gave up in consideration for the other?

We live our life without love or compassion,
We always had a goal that is far far away,
We thought that there is always something that we are about doing,
Yet failed to see that we did nothing worthwhile all the while.
We failed to change someone’s life for good,
We failed to change our own life for the better,
We thought that there is always a tomorrow,
And tomorrow there was always another tomorrow
And tomorrow there was always another tomorrow
And tomorrow there was always another tomorrow.

Song of hope

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

There will be another day that you will live to see,
When the day is bad and you think it’s all over,
Don’t forget that it will pass by and you will do better,
All that had gone bad will be set right, in front of your eyes.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

Look around and see these flowers
that blossom to greet you, to give you hope,
Give you the message that all is not lost,
When you feel all lost, don’t forget you ill stand to win,
Don’t forget to give yourself another worthy chance.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.


No one can hurt you if you are strong,
It is your weakness that has hurt you all long,
Look in to your heart and feel that you can do it,
If you have done it once, you can do it all over again.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

The greatest wealth in you that no one can filch,
Is your will that can makes you achieve,
This pain that you feel today will make itself fuel,
For greater things in life that you would cherish,
Not for a day or for a week, nor for a month or for a year,
They will live by you within you,
For ever to guide you and forever to inspire you,
For ever to lead you, and forever to abide in you.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

These wealth that you cherished shall mean nothing to you,
The love that was gone shall find its way back to you,
And greater things shall you cherish in the days to come,
You will learn to look into yourself and be in peace.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

Listen to the calling that is within you,
the calling that is gona take you to greater places,
the places that these mortal things can’t touch,
the places that is beyond this complicated living.

This loudness that you hear in silence shall pass
to Joy and peace and bliss to follow,
In to your heart shall they flow in grace
To fill you full to make you abundant in spirit.

Nothing shall take away from you, these things,
the things that you see without disturbing your eyes
the things that you hear without knowing your ears,
the vision in your heart, the dreams within you,
Nothing can touch them, nothing at all.

Color of life

A bird fell off the tree by the cold,

Lay on the ground in deep white snow,

Charmless and numb, unable to move,

It tried to move but futile, in vein.

A man passing by saw the bird in the snow,

Took the bird, there was compassion in his eyes,

Saved it from cold, saved its life,

The bird lay quite and comforted on his breast.

There was food and fire and care for the bird,

Lived the bird till it could fly again,

And a day when the sky was bright and sunny,

The bird took off, and in to the sky it disappeared.

A child was weak and needed a support,

Clung to the mother, cried for its needs,

Days pass by as the child could stand, and off it goes,

chasing its dreams, forgetting the past!!!!

A life in which the memories and expectations,

are nothing but impression on mind,

nothing is true and nothing ever wrong,

nothing ever exist and nothing ever past.

Games of mind and its funny ways,

Think of something and something else if be,

The more we expect the more it traps,

The more it traps, the more we expect.

Where does it start and where does it end?

When did it ever start and when did it ever end?

It has always been and will be…

Let me know this and live by it…

Silent Talk

These trees by the road that silently stand,

Through the sun, through the rain, through the spring, through the smoke,

Hardly do we notice their message,

A message they voice through their silence, through their service.

Yet some while they choose to voice,

To the once who failed to hear their words,

A song so over flowing with beauty and glory,

A sight that fills over hearts with ecstasy.

A speech by beauty, a speech by vision,

A speech by service, a speech by blessing,

A speech by silence, a speech without words,

Yet a speech so profound, and so much not to miss.

There is a group of them, who work together,

to put on a show and make themselves visible,

the stunning sight of the yellow flowers,

that blooms in time, and in perfect harmony.

Shedding the leaves and shedding all of them,

Getting rid of the greens and dressing in yellow,

Just for the season, just for the occasion,

Just for a few days and just for a good glance.

They swing and dance in the wind so joyfully,

Decorating the sky and embedding the way below,

Greeting all with showers of flowers,

the perfect blossom, the sight of a lifetime.

Overflowing hearts with a celebration so contagious,

The sparrows and cuckoo and bees and squirrels,

The bull bulls and peckers, the hornbills and parrots,

The invited guest of honor for the occasion,

The yellows have given way to fresh green,

Another shade of life so brilliant,

A shade of coolness, a shade of prosperity,

Greeting the day, the youth, the wilderness

Passing days, passing winds, passing sights as time goes by,

Fading so slowly and flaking the glory,

The celebration over, the display complete,

There they go, in to the background from vanguard.

Another year to wait to see them,

Back in their glory and back in the colors,

Fallen flowers that give way to the fresh leaves,

The fresh leaves turn to become the old leaves

And there the stand to wave the travelers,

Hardly noticed, their messages unheard,

Service and patience their motto their goodwill,

A lifetime of numbness and silence they go through.