Saturday, August 22, 2015

What all are seeking

Ask the loner on the street
What the hell he is looking for,
make it quick before he turns the other way
You're not assured of an answer,
But just try.
By stroke of good luck he'll respond
By genius still he'll say it
He craves to fill the void in his heart
And he cant explain what would fill it
So he wanders-searching,looking
Sometimes animated in his search,
As if curious with a find,
But nay-tis another mis lead,
That traps him away from another potential find.
And so he hops from one marketplace to the other,
Still looking,
Still searching but finding none-nothing.
The loner is like everyone else,
in this pilgrimage of life,
Looking for meaning and purpose
so the journey would not look bland.
The problem?
No one stops and asks what all the world is seeking.
Is this void the hope ,
Is it the faith we are meant to have,
so life would not look complete in itself-and purposeless?
Or then what does all the world seek?

Monday, August 3, 2015

Like an emblem

Write your name,
across my heart,
so i would know that you are mine
and i am yours,forever.
Like an emblem let it be.
If by weakness i sin,
and hate my neighbor,
and detest his ways,
soften the chords of my heart,
so that i may rebound with love.
If by pride i blow my trumpet,
remind me that i am like a passing wind.
Forgive me always because i am weak,
I fall prey to the devils smallest tricks,
when i think am now strong on my own.
So I have learnt to appreciate that i am just mortal,
frailty and weakness is my second name,
Because what i say i will do, i don't.
Neither do i give what i pledge to give in my heart.
When man comes to that point,
Where does his hope come from?
Except from you ooh lord.
However, i appreciate though tiny as i am,
That i am an agent of change,
That within me lies potential unexploited,
That through your heavenly eyes,
I am one of your first line soldiers.
My doubt as to my ability holds me back,
And i tell myself that i am not good enough,
That i am not educated enough,
That i am not the strongest of all.
Like timothy of the old times i am.
Like David in the open space i tend the sheep
Oblivious of how differently you see me.
I am among chickens though am built to fly,
The genes under my wings cry for flight
But gravity holds me down,
Planted so firmly as if to own,
The ground on which i stand.
And so here i am-ready to fly,
Here on the runway-ready for your word.
That its safe and clear to fly,
I am waiting still-speak that i may go.