Not that it was
Ever, a bubble
That would suddenly burst.
But vested interests – Big players
With wealthy layers
Bringing Bulls,
Enforcing all pulls,
Made matters
For genuine investors,
Not only bad but the very worst.
Difference arise in opinion
Not in love
Arguments are lost, won
But love stands above.
Your inquiry persistent
Into God’s existence;
Your devotion denotes
Love of God; it promotes.
Set your worldly goals
By all means
Focus on their achievement
Prove; you are keen
To realise, to secure
But not to cling!
Because worldly objectives
Are not stable. These have their own wings.
God is a reality
It is easy to accept
World is an illusion
Who will agree; I haven’t met.
‘Life is such stuff
As dreams are made of’
Said Shakespeare.
Today, who cares?
Simple straight vehicles
Of your thought
Yet with your words
Many battles; you have fought.
Words foster goodwill.
Words bring friends. Many
Words are shrill. These kill.
Hazy words are; at times uncanny.
What are these words?
That birds chatter?
But for the humans,
Their words, immensely matter.
What are our dreams?
Do these have a reason,
Or any message to
Dispense?
Significance, in life, if
Dreams have none
Why must these please, torment!
Why must dreams come?
Anxiety allows not; to
Decide and dispense
Actions you must, as
Duty, take
For fear of conflict, fallout of
Of your actions
You escape, alter or avoid actions
To safeguard family, friends,
Or, for your own sake.
Upfront, you fight, all
Your battles.
All your worries, anxiety
Will automatically settle.
Good deeds are best done
And for gotten
You repeat these to yourself
Or, to others, you tell.
You initiate a process
Making you ego swell
Ego makes you proud and vain.
Easily you loose, your Spiritual Gain!
Look at this world – an immortal tree.
Roofs under the earth,
And leaves flying free.
The tree draws food
>From beneath the earth.
Some fruits are excellent,
Others of lesser worth.
Some others on a branch are afflicted with disease
Affecting the others the leaves, and the stems.
Dark clouds connive;
Make sickness spread.
And the afflicted
Branch of the tree falls dead.
Noisy streets
Noise on the road.
Rushing vehicles
Carrying their loads.
All these noises are
But a small inkling of the one
Big noise making the mind run
Right and left; near and far
Continuously disturbing your peace,
Scratching a scar
Leaving senses, intellect at war.
Back to the nature sit, close to the sea.
Experience the silence in
Sound of waves;
And, set you mind free.
Let Satan rule in hell.
Let angels, in heaven, rest
For humans moving up and down
For them; Mother Earth is best.
Only comforts all good things
Apparently appeal to human taste.
All sweets, nothing hot bitter or sour
Will make the best foods a total waste.
Happy, who could ever be?
Without the shades of gloom
No change in routine, around human sees
Joy, in his life, will have no room.
