Be, Like Fire

Some are famous on earth

Some are famous in the heavens

But a few, in both.

Some are excellent teachers

Some are great spiritual leaders

But a few can be both

Everyone dies when the time comes

But a few, live on with heroic deaths

We call these few ,HEROES

I guess my Grandpa was one of them

Heroes are like fire

Gravity pulls everything down

But the fire, still goes up

He is like that fire

That still lights up my whole town..

Pea(ie)ce of Mind

A little peace of mind, might

Cost a big piece of your wealth

Sacrifice your share

whether or not others care

You will be a real hero

While they call you zero

You will fly high

While they sigh a cry

In contentment, as Shafiee said, richness lie

Had the rich known, they’d never ever lie.

Love

Every son that’s risen, sets

Every fruit that’s ripe , dries

Every soul that’s born, dies..

Laughter becomes a little tougher

Compassion becomes a little harder

Life becomes a little rougher

Some faces are hard to forget

Some memories are hard to part with

Some lives are hard to let go..

May be that’s what you call, love

Rest In Peace , Pootha!

In blissful peace, you Live..

..The Fallen Bird..

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I saw you looking up into the sky

Felt as though you were about to cry..

What made you stay back till the late night

Or was it because you could really not fly

Perhaps you already had given it a try.

Didn’t try helping you, know not why

A touch of comfort before you died

is what you yearned, but we both were shy.

How was the fall,the fence was high

Hope you went in a state of joy

Bidding the babes a final good bye..

Forgot your story as the days went by

Returned to the site , and was touched by the plight

Motionless ,me for a moment and you forever

you were,No!, are beautiful, even days after death

Not a crack , or a mark on your colorful cloth

You must have had a beautiful heart, filled with faith

Sure you have fallen through a brave last flight.

Thanks for giving me a chance to help you

Return to the sand in a state of bliss you

As a queen, rest in peace you

i would now forever miss you

Never I , but it was He who helped you.!

..The King and the Kids..

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The blowing trumpets, the glowing armors

The flowing enemies,  and the frightened subjects

Tell us , tell us oh boy, how many are they

Hundreds, hundreds is all I could say

Scare him,  beat him, how many are they

Hundreds, hundreds is all I could say

Soothe him, save him, said the King

How many are they, count of the beasts

Now i know, and it’s simply nine

Love and fear are but tools

Chose the former, they are a hundred per camel.

Served him for ten, saw him ten folds

Never a rebuke,  strike or a poke

How could i not see him while asleep or awake

This testimony, with tears I spake

Father, brother, none but a King I served.

Cried oh my bird, I’ve lost my beloved

The footsteps of the King , made up my mood

How could this little I , more even the bird

Feel the bliss, the whole kingdom deserved

I am compelled with the love you’ve bestowed

How could i ever forget the comfort you’ve shared.

My father, my uncle what a pleasure to the eyes

Where, where have you been all these years

I’m here as a slave to a King so kind

Lets go for the bargain, how shall we fund

He is yours for free, except by his choice

That’s done a deal lets move oh Zaid

Love you both , my King is more beloved

Slavery not freedom is the choice i make

I am the one , the only to be mentioned in The Book.

We together, are blessed with your grace

Enjoyed the moments we played the race

What a ride said the viewer,  no the rider said the King.

We welcomed the king with collision not coalition

Laughed aloud while he was covered in blood

Amazed when he commanded to leave us unharmed

The King could’ve crushed us with the power he owned.

Wondrous case is the conquest of the land

A day of mercy was the slogan that was heard

Pardon in power is a thing we learned

A dog and puppies were for never so cared

Wish this little I was in His kingdom so blessed

Hope the beam from this pen guides through the dark night

Till i reach the dawn of your sunlight..

The Tree and The Child

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Oh my little one ,such a beautiful face..
Come to me running for an embrace..
where to rushing, with such a haste.
Heedless even to share a gaze..

Many who passed have left no trace..
Missing the moments of blissful grace..
Praise thy Lord and observe the world
Listen to my voice which you never heard..
Talk to me in silence with that beautiful sound..
Serenity that envelopes is so profound..

Pelt me , prick me cut me down..
Sit, walk, lie on I will hide my wound..
Little displeasure can ever ever be found..
Fade not yourself, come in my shade..
The love I share shall never be claimed..
Thus has been taught by a Teacher so kind..
Mercy to me ,you and the whole world.
Treasure the words which he had shared
Possess the power to keep me ever consoled..
Be you His student , let the kindness be flood..
Let’s live in a world ,where love knows no bound..