Let The Ripples Of Rhyme Resonate
Dear Me,
Be the fire that burns vice,
Be the water that erodes evil,
Be the wind that disrupts monotony,
Be a revolution, not an upheaval!
Dear Me,
Be the cloud that has a silver lining,
Be the ocean that is bold yet mellow,
Be the grove that kindles life,
Be a voice, not an echo!
Scared is what we feel,
But brave is what we do,
So being called faint-hearted,
Is no reason to be blue!
Be fearless, dauntless and indomitable,
But it’s really no ignominy to be scared,
Because our fright is an infallible sign,
That something brave is about to be dared.
Anything worth doing sends down jitters,
But on the other side, it heralds emancipation,
So long as our faith conquers fear,
Every challenge will kindle liberation.
I gave my dreams my heart and soul,
Not just a chunk, I gave them my whole.
I gave my dreams my pride, my vanity,
So I could chase them with all my sanity.
I gave my dreams my flesh and toil,
My frame in labour, my mind in turmoil.
I gave my dreams my purpose and time,
Till they hit the right rhythm and rhyme.
But somewhere in the chase, I was lost
My dream embraced me, my life was the cost.
Dreams are not for everything to give,
Dream big but don’t forget to live.
Annihilating savage bloodshed,
And waging of wars in the name of religion,
A hundred reasons to diversify,
But not even one to let peace burgeon.
I’m aggrieved by lethal darkness,
By malevolence that envelopes us all,
And by all the pitiful standards
To which we proudly fall.
In the quest for common goals,
Our catalyst is brotherhood,
It can revert this cold world,
Into a heavenly neighbourhood.
So join hands and unite,
Become tools of metamorphosis,
Till the God above consigns his angels,
Who transmute melancholy to bliss!
Limitless dreams,
And an endless thirst to get there,
Vying for what others achieve,
Thinking we stand nowhere.
At first it helps us toil,
But who said that always reaps?
And when the toil is fruitless,
From purpose to oblivion, the spirit leaps.
An affliction that has caught us all,
An incessant and obnoxious race
Why is there only one winner?
Why can’t we move at our own pace?
For the fortunate one who’s at the top,
It’s lonely, so I hear
So between oblivion and isolation,
In which direction do we steer?
I fear not opinions of foes,
I fear not crushing my own hopes,
I fear not failure nor defeat,
I fear not falling steep slopes.
A tail that wags to welcome me home,
A prayer sent by my mother, no matter where I roam,
My father waiting at dinner even though I’m late,
A random call from an old school mate,
An old favourite book found in my cleaning spree,
A sapling that I sowed grown into a beautiful tree,
The smell of oil paints strewn all over my palette,
A melodious chord struck by a mallet,
Passing by someone humming a song I love,
Gazing at the stars shining brightly above,
Meeting my favourite people and pouring my heart out,
A wise advice from my brother when I was in doubt,
An unexpected compliment from a teenage crush,
A morning run around dewy green lush,
These are just to name, a few,
My Happiness is in little things, old or new,
When grief takes charge and my days turn dim,
They keep me invigorated to the brim.
I’m not a perfect person with every fix,
But in my journey of life, I’ve learnt a few tricks,
It’s really not a task to leave grief behind,
If everyday, in small things, happiness you learn to find!
Just about to take flight,
She found herself shackled to the ground,
Her body went from firm to frail,
But her mind was still skyward bound.
The shackles were like thorns set ablaze,
But she was on a venture to thrive,
They did pierce and burn her anatomy,
But her soul and spirit were still alive.
This isn’t about axioms or maxims,
Just a food for thought,
If ever you’ve been censured,
Think what to you has it brought.
The world’s a big arena,
And we all have to choose,
With thousands of eyes upon us,
We can’t afford to lose.
Every flaw is nitpicked and
Strengths made to look like Achilles Heel,
Go to any nook but I assure,
With criticism we have to deal!
Now if you think the world is evil,
I will only nod,
But have you tried to think,
On a perspective broad?
Every critic poses a challenge,
And victory is your aim,
Shed some toil to achieve it,
Let the universe resound your name.
Make use of the fruit of experience,
Judge where you’re right and wrong,
Tune out what foes have to say,
If malice is what they long.
Yes, everyone makes mistakes,
But people are also misunderstood,
Jesus, Copernicus, Luther,
Are examples pretty good.
So next time you’re in a censorious mob,
Don’t let a critic hurt you too deep,
Put up a bold front, explain yourself,
But don’t forget to look before you leap.
Felicity Of Expression 