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MARCHING PRIME!!!


As the wind blows sweet,

Our comrades soften up,

They find directions through stars,

Hustle up to progress with speed,

Their gait light,

Spirits soaring,

We march the distance prime,

Whistling our contingent tune,

Kettles brewing with Savory broth,

We quaff as we surge forth.

Miles to go with will to conquer,

The objectives to triumph,

We dither not.

The sand off was cheering,

At Target joint cry was in resonance,

Hence objective we realised.

Spirit of team banks on collective will,

With friends’ love we travel farther,

As if rivers and hills,

Are waiting,

Flowers and paddles are softer,

Route becomes familiar,

The spread of span seems vivid.

As the mist shines,

On the soft surface the sunlight shows the approaching dusk,

Marchers’ fatigues fade away.

There could be no better place to rest than this,

All squatter around,

Objective having attained,

As if we were on it since we started and were aware.

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RING THE BELL!!!


Those days of forlorn,

When we trod,

Hands in hand, cheek to cheek,

When the light twinkled,

Days were bright,

Hopes were high,

Those castles in the air,

We built for the dream days of future,

Were the days of hope and sunshine.

Those days are done with the heights sublime.

Come lets trod again,

Build on some more dunes,

Castles far new,

Shad away days of darkness,

Let the night fall as a feather,

From our flight,

I see the light in the horizon,

And a feeling of winning the submit,

My soul cannot resist,

The clearing of mist,

From the clouds of uncertainty,

As we stride past the paths traversed,

Miles to go still,

Desires to realise,

We transcend the limits of our strength,

For there are trails unknown,

Still in wide horizon,

Tame we will,

Those untrod-den paths.

Come sing to me,

Some happy song,

That shall elevate the heart’s desire,

And banish the entire mind’s mire,

Let’s hear those soulful melodies,

Those ring the bells of hope and desire.

OUR GUIDE!!!


Life brings series of good memories.

Teaches and guides us,

Through its sweet parleys.

There are double moments of grief and sorrows,

Yet better to embark on those,

That were good and happy days,

For brooding on bad ones will sure put us down.

Being in the company of good friends,

Lead us through betrayals, disappointments and hurts,

Open are the lessons from something that went wrong,

With times it fades away,

New ones come and give us,

Chance to rebuild and steer our life’s boat,

For those who seek shore,

Eventually land at right moorings,

The toughness of journey and,

Its lessons learnt,

Do make us worthy of next bend,

The fear of getting it wrong,

The sense of proved botch,

Makes you strong,

Land you in good and better times.

Those are the moments that make you kind,

Lead you to give without finding returns,

For Love eschews desires,

Expectations and brings happiness unbound,

Efforts bring forth desired plans,

Forge ahead with greatest will,

Opulence finds the man who deserve,

Life is with no easy gains,

Its toil and hardship,

You can’t do without,

Hope and positive vibes,

Are the virtues you need to stride.

BE THE CHANGE!!!


Sunshine, shadow and sweet dusk,

Show me all your uplifting,

Brightening and soothing sparkle,

Lighting up each face,

Fall over, all over me.

Seen far too many tears,

Of penitence, happiness and content.

Fade away the clouds of gloom,

Of the clutches,

Those self- imposed boundaries,

Of this race,

Shading tears of grief and despair,

Engulfing us in darkness and barren hearts.

Where angels danced,

Along the sweet hymns of joy,

Hearts which were giver of bountiful,

Shining with dreams of tender and care,

Radiating bliss beyond fathom.

To some,

Everything may be normal as if,

Crafted by Nature,

Not realising impending doom,

So enlivened to many.

Let’s go on a vacation to,

God’s own surroundings,

Without any scare,

In carefree settings,

Beyond all pervading chaos,

Where no one sees nightmare,

As waken up stooge.

Let positive creation come through,

Shower us with empathy,

Feeling it all around,

So that Sun shines all around,

Feeling it all within, reborn, transformed,

Let’s be the change, radiate and be,

Harbinger of Good times…

CLIMB AS YOU DO !!!


There is always hey day after pain,

As there is always light after the dark moments,

You gain only after some pain,

There is no shortcut in the journey of life,

You climb a submit after starting from bottom and lithe,

It’s like a child’s first step,

This is no less than a tough dare.

It’s same when you went first on a journey,

All alone, despite all the cautions,

It’s same when you gulped all the harsh talks by someone,

Closest to you,

And you carried on despite all the spanking by those near you.

Whacking poison in your gullet,

You went on despite all the despair it brought,

For cure to deepest pain is Pain alone.

You buried it under a heavy blanket,

Went into slumber with deep thoughts,

And you woke up on the bed of roses,

Transformed and shining like North Star.

Life is an endless romance,

So long as you know it’s right dance,

Patience is the clue, not payback and revulsion,

Giving without expectation,

Doing good without any returns,

Takes you to ultimate pleasure and preference.

SPRITE PARLEYS!!!


Unstoppable as the gust of wind that roars,

And takes the breath away,

Of the mortals and mute creations,

The dancing and laughing ones,

That animate and quite sound,

Of the wonders of Universe,

That occupy petite or colossal space.

I saw thoroughgoing alongside my journeys,

Of this mundane world,

At a glance or in the whirlwind.

The markings of their sprite parleys,

I cannot but be a partaking being,

Among their soulful tap,

Waving their spiteful arms and mindful thoughts.

As the earth below them vibrate,

Creating hymns of bountiful mortals,

Topping the vibrations of collective minds and souls,

Spreading a glee among the non-active.

I could not but be an accomplice,

Among such a on the go company,

I reflected and gazed but little did I realize,

What wealth of picture the Creator painted,

For us to perceive.

Often, when I am on my mat,

In reflective or brooding state,

These thoughts flash through my memory,

Creating a blissful seclusion,

I go into pensive mood of the inner eye,

Marveling at the ability of the human brain,

And then my soul is filled with inner joy,

And so I dance and dance,

As if in a Trance.