Reason to be thankful!

Yes we have things to be thankful
People to be grateful
A life-span meaningful

A moment of quietness
A moment of happiness
A moment of surprise
To bright the demise

We all have reasons
And seasons
To be thankful
To be grateful

so,

This is the season
Find a reason

© 2008

Love and Freedom

See! When we love, we then give
With out expecting to receive
As deep as “our love” “we” perceive
I perceive,
You perceive,
As true as we say …
and believe

But we give!

See, I am such a sucker for love
That I can only have
Hundred(100) percent,
No MORE! NO LESS! Out of decent

As legend has it, for Romeo, it is hard to fall in love
But, when he gets what he have
When he bets with what he love
He loves so hard,
To the point, you lose your guard
To the point he has Juliet
To the point!

The depth and strength of the ‘amore’
The admiration,
The aspiration of
My adore

Flows your way from mine
Only if you enjoy it and dine
Only if you have it and shine

Alas! When you miss it, to see
I will let you free
I then vanish I’ll flee
Flee away, to my compound
Flee from the feel and sound
That seems to surround
You and your essence
You and your presence

While loving you!
I don’t push me beyond my boundary
I won’t force me and loose mystery
The mystery of what makes me different
The mystery that attracts me to your intellect
I won’t push more, as if to begging
I won’t push more, in pleading

See, in love, there is no begging, nagging, slogging
See, in love there is no uprising
It is a willingness of minds and hearts
It is a willingness to share grounds and parts
It is a willingness to mean more
To you
To me
A willingness to our core!

Above the echo and the sound
Of stereotypical ground
Of metaphysical abound
Far from the empty proud
I lay my manhood
For love
I hid my essence
For love
I withstood the callous

See!

As for me it wasn’t infatuation
That came out of situation
Who demanded resolution?
But, I was touched by your heart of heart!
It was like the ‘WOW’ moment
Drew me in, your intellect
But,
When I beset….
The very thing that attract me to you
The very intellect my attention drew
Closer and closer
Like no other!
Sober
Minds out there

Then I became deluded
Or was I far clouded?
With the fog of passion that I allowed
Admonishing
Or was my choice?
To bypass the noise

And then I again, like the biblical paradigm
Like the notion of my prime
I will give all for ONE Love
I will do that to have
It all

With out selling my soul
With our paying my toll
With out the mere droll

Alas! When you miss it, to see
I will let you free
I then vanish I’ll flee
Flee away, to my compound
Flee from the feel and sound
That seems to surround
You and your essence
You and your presence

But, if I matter
Hold me now …
Hold me dear
Show me your love…
Tell me clear
Have me close…
Let me adore
Have me all in…
To your galore
If I matter..
If I mean more..
Then let me know..
Let it CLEAR
Then let me know
If I am sound
To your level,
to your mind

Else, I understand
There is only one land
There is only one hand
for your love to grow and nurture
for my love to grow and nurture
with out loosing our stature

and if that is not me….
Count it now, I will fleeeeeeee!
Count it now, you are freeeeeeee!

Shine….!


This is your time...
Vigor of youth
This is your prime…
Seed is truth

Go out! March up!
With full strength
Shine and blaze-up
The earth…
To amaze
amaze your generation
No more line for a ration
No more begging for donation
No more sick look
Information

The solution…?

Get up! Aim up! Dream up!
Strength comes from doing 'sit-up'
Spark up! Get strap
With the vision
Of tomorrow's riches
Go up! Show up!
Provision
Comes with niches
Do away with the glitches

Open your soul
Scorn the fool
Sharpen your mind
Don't be a lull

Conceive the seed…
the abundance
no more the need
the poor, the less,
root out the weed
and those cowards

the guidance
to your new dance
expansion of your allowance
is buried with in you
to be … to do
the seed the true
redeemer
of your generation
changer of
the situation

it is you! get up above the fog
shine today and no more slog