A same life vibrates in all beings , but how a different course it takes in all. It , sometime , is in a happy mode , other times , it turns too tough. Positives and negatives , good and bad appear turn by turn. This little poem ponders over this chameleon like face of life.
Life cheers us at times, but it also throws many challenges before us. There come moments when things look really too tough. This poem dwells on that aspect of life.
Life is an unending stream of blessing, always moving and changing its course on the way. The nectar it pours is all ours to have and enjoy.
Though poems can appear from nowhere in our mind, there are some special moments when things are ripe to enjoy to the hilt, sing a song, and coin a beautiful poem. The adverse moments also draw poems.
Getting along with love is a wonderful feeling. When things go out of our hands , everything changes. Even a flicker of smile becomes so rare. We should never break this beautiful bond of love.
In spite of everything , there is always a ray of hope. With patience and perseverance , we can overcome any obstacle on our way. This poem tells about hopes and courage.
The world today is undergoing a critical phase . Everywhere , we see disturbance and chaos. My muse , sometime , is vocal , other times , it keeps silence. This little poem speaks about the current time in a very simple way.
Metro Station is a beautiful place , always abuzz with a remarkable crowd. It 's a place where guys wait for their boyfriends or girlfriends. I too meet my beloved here daily.
Lata Mangeshkar is a great singer of India. Indians and people all over the world are messmerized with her rendering of beautiful melodious songs. With her dulcet voice , she creates magic in the minds of listeners. This poem is dedicated to this great Indian artist.
Life is a sum of ups and downs. Everyday , life appears in different forms , some affable , some poignant , but one has just to move on with grit and strong will.
I ' ve seen mothers including mine who act like angels , and they make no stone unturned when they see their sons and daughters in trouble. To this trait in mothers , I bow to them with all reverance. This little poem is dedicated to all mothers of the world.
People have to immigrate to different places to earn a livlihood and to better their prospects. In a way , their fate is like migratory birds , who also have to leave their nest in search of food. This poem speaks about all that.
People make living so complex over trivial issues , and invite stress and depression into their life. We should approach life with a simple attitude , following a beautiful way of forgive and forget. This way , we can instill peace into our life.
The city of New York is a wonderful city. From the beautiful highrisers to cleanliness , and different pursuits of people , this city attracts everyone who gets an opportunity to visit it. I've dwelt upon some great aspects of it in a poetic way
Given the goings on in the world , preachings of Gandhi , the Mahatma , is more relevant today. Men cannot survive fighting men. Ultimately , peace has to prevail all over. Mahatma Gandhi is one of the lights towards that objective.
Love is a real sap of any relationship which makes it lasting and strong. So, instead of stressing on physical pursuits, one should make efforts for owning an adorable heart, a heart that knows love well.
As the technology advances , guys become more busy and more focused , bereft of the natural behavior. Since love is the basic need of all guys , this poem speaks of it.
Spring rejoices one and all. After this season is over , it is the splendor of bougainvillea that attracts our eyes and enchants our mind. Impressed with its beautiful colors, some words arose in me, giving rise to this prose poem.
Every year , we witness a charming procession of the spring season. How we get messmerized by the beauty of spring is beyond words. However , I ' ve tried to catch a glimpse of it with this poem.
Disasters keep wrecking havoc on the world. People suffer so much and want to escape from calamities , but find themseves helpless. This prose poem is all about this scourge.
Eavesdropping is not a good thing if we have a vested interest , but indulging in it sometime gives us an interesting insight into the human psyche.
In our daily life , we go through a great deal , but we rarely give attention to the pleasure we get from simple things and some guys. How we hanker after pleasure ; we even take recourse to brutality.
Sometime , there is an urge to set aside all things and dwell on the self alone. Though escape from the worldly affairs is not deemed appropriate , but the outings /tours are the expression of it.
Chores are also charming if we look at them with an affectionate eye. Even while walking alone, we are not alone, and there happens so much around.…
Life is not breathing alone , feeling for and loving each other gives it a real meaning. When we share our happiness and sorrows together , life becomes a celebration , and we are united in a strong bond of love
If things all around start thinking about people , how would they tell their version ? This is an effort to look at us from their viewpoint. Here the wind speaks about her experience with a man.
Time is a great factor. With the passage of time or it's sharp turn , so many things get changed. With things , people also change. I ponder over time , things and guys.
Sometime , thoughts arise in my mind whether life is breathing alone , or , there is more to it which propels us to live it with all enthusiasm and love. This hub is an outcome of those wandering thoughts
Even animals don't tolerate teasing beyond a limit. So , when some guys misuse their rights or freedom given to them , it becomes necessary to raise our voice against them
Poems are very dear to the poets , but to the common folks, they are not as important as the other things like chats , films , videos , games etc. I imagine myself as a vendor who sells poems.
A relationship can grow only when we trust and love each other despite the circumstances we are in. When we love and care for each other , distance doesn't matter ; we remain in each other's heart.
Are we free in a real sense ? No , we have been shackled so badly in this world that it is very rare to find a free soul in the world. This little hub is all about that .
Everthing culminates into longing for happiness and love , in fact, we hanker after so many things and also follow different paths , but ultimately we all need love.
A few moments of leisure do not allow us to rest still. The existence before our eyes takes us to myriad streets and we get to ponder something or the other. These are some stray thoughts.
There was a time when women were regarded as commodities , and like that they were used to be treated. How a helpless woman was forced to take her life just because she wished relief from sultry heat.
Teenage is such a wonderful phase of life that nobody ever wants to forget the tender feelings and the sense of adventure undergone at that time. Teenager is ever ready to take risks and enjoy life.
When I was a child, I was introduced to an old woman monk. I met her for a brief time. Later on , my mother told me her sad tale. She left her home at the tender age of nine.
Perhaps this transitory world is made to test the nerves and senses of humans. Arrogance , pride and all pomp are fleeting ; we need mutual affection while living our lives on earth.
The Semal Tree is a harbinger of spring , the most pleasant season of the year. This poem is a tribute to this grand and magnificent tree. A carpenter imprisoned Bazil , a devil of death into its trunk.
On the way, wonder in my mind touched the existence of a old tree. Like a man's life , I thought of his past. Existence of beings and things has so much , but everything vanishes into nothing.
Our life is precious and wonderful. Every moment is amazing if only we have an eye for appreciating the goings on.
There is a vast difference between haves and haves not , and this makes one pause and think. A few such moments made me write these words.
Sometime , it 's refreshing to live moments as they come by , and not stretch our minds around things and ideas. It's not our words but reality that has more charm and more beauty.
Amid so much violence and misunderstanding , the mind is riddled with many temptations , but we have not to lose our composure at any cost. we have to fight back and never lose hope.
Our existence is replete with light and shadow. We keep searching for something lasting , but there is always movement, ups and downs.
As soon as man takes birth , he is thrown into a great bondage. Later on , he himself puts on some shackles. This hub dwells on nurturing a free spirit , a unique way of life.
Some things are invisible , but nevertheless they are noble and worth remembering. This hub ponders over this aspect.
A long and lasting relationship is a lovely experience. A few people trudge this path in the present times. This hub appreciates such a perennial love.
Everything and every being has a purpose. Reflecting on some things , life and man, I find many different purposes in my own way.
Sight is one of the most wonderful senses, but sometimes we get so prejudiced due to overemphasis to it. Our other senses are equally important and can open a wonderful perspective before us.
We crave for perfection in our day to day life , but find ourselves surrounded by infirmities and imperfections. We must cherish life in spite of all shortcomings. Only then can we gain happiness.
People do good and people do bad. There may be different reasons and diverse circumstances for acting different. This hub ponders over this phenomenon.
An earthquake has devastated buildings and taken thousands of lives in Nepal. In a moment , so much happens that changes human lives. This hub is a tribute to earthquake victims.
Sometimes we resort to silence in a powerful way. To seek silence earnestly opens up an insightful world before us. I think there may be a key in the hands of silence to solve problems in our life.
The Nature has bestowed on earth some indispensable things without which we cannot survive at all. But, man is adamant on creating chaos on this planet. This hub ponders over this aspect.
Now is reality but we ignore it and flock to the past and cherish tomorrow. This hub seeks the beauty of now.
Sometimes I wonder how on trivial things guys make their lives miserable. Why we are so obsessed with things that we don't find time to marvel at the existence that pulsates before us with all glamor.
Fear of one or the other kind exists in every mind. This is a story of a kid who peeked into the heart of fear.
All things are connected to each other , be they humans and other beings and even inanimate things like pen , ink , and paper. Still , man is adamant on nurturing prejudices and ambivalence.
Our senses become accustomed to behave in a mundane way and lose interest in awakening the finer sensibilities in us. If we detect this phenomenon , we must recover our ground and start again.
Words fascinate and excite me. I experience the world with words and without them. Is experiencing of life with words more enjoyable than experiencing it without ? I just ponder over it in this hub.
Suspicion and doubt sometime make us blind to the reality. How our judgement goes wrong in our haste ! This hub is all about that.
Those who get distracted from their cherished path remain disillusioned, and crave for coming back to their most favorite passion. This poem is dedicated to such souls. We too experience ecdysis.
Small things mean a lot in our life. We should keep cherishing such light moments and make our life cheerful. Life itself is speechless, it is us who give meaning to it. Life is what we think of it.
Killing of innocent kids in a school of Peshawar has shattered the minds of people all over the world. Insanity has gripped the minds of fanatics no end. This poem is a tribute to the innocent kids.
We all want to experience love and be loved. The mind enables us to feel all joy but it is also behind all ill will , malice and hatred. We must appreciate "self" in every guy and shun violence.
Haiku is a poetry form that always fascinates me most and I love it with all my heart. I tried to create a few, hope you'll relish these poems a bit.
This is in response to a challenge thrown by a very distinguished writer on hubpages known by the name of Billybuck aka Bill Holland. I couldn't resist the sweet temptation.
This is a response to a challenge to write something on Ann's painting. I have tried my bit.
The Flame Tree is a beautiful tree and brings forth memories of a beloved so fondly.
The Mind plays all games and it's tricks are awesome and ensnare us. We have to rein in this very powerful horse and walk smoothly on the path of life.
Life is a great gift and every bit of it is to be appreciated and enjoyed to the fullest. All turmoil is man made and can be avoided.
Free from all differences, prejudices and dilemmas , and attachments to the dear life, can the yonder world be scary and dreadful as we imagine ? A lover is told about afterlife by his late beloved.
Whenever man deviates from the right path and indulges in misdeeds, aakashvani or voice of God is heard in the sky to remind and reprimand him and to make him follow the code of conduct fixed by God.
For us, , other people, , beings , things and feelings , we have coined so many words , yet sometimes words look so humble in front of ocean of life.
My father, Dharmanand Mamgain, was a very nice and kind fellow. He was a great host. He was afflicted with lung cancer and left the world fighting it. This is a tribute to him.
Our every step, every word, every act , every glance and every thought counts. One wrong step can ruin our life. So, we have to be very alert and cautious what we do or say.
We need a shelter, water, bread, occupation and have fun with songs and dances. If we have these basic needs at our disposal, we are very lucky. After these , the sky is the limit.
We are blessed with beautiful gift of life, we must trudge along to feel every pulse of it and live our life with all grace and love.
We take long walks in the outer world and try to decipher guys and things. Sometimes we succeed,sometimes not. Hardly we care to peep into our eyes, mind and heart, a world so exciting !
Love is a wonderful phenomenon that fills our life with all mirth and happiness. Yet, it can't be explained in words. Hands up, I say " I love love ". Let it be love only.
A question arises in our minds about the origin of poems. I , myself , often wonder about it . I have tried to understand it and find an answer.
This world is full of contrast and we cannot escape it however hard we may try. Only way out is to take into account this contrast in a wise manner and keep moving toward our destination.
We long for permanence in living, relation and things , but strangely everything veers round impermanence. I have dwelt upon this phenomenon.
Our eyes, mind and intellect generally concentrate on the obvious but the real play is very subtle and to perceive it amounts to a real bliss. Do we see behind the veil ?
Bus ride is like a journey of life, and we get so much to ponder while on our way. We engage in myriad thoughts and see many activities of the people. I have tried to put some of these in words.
Sometimes I wonder how words tell so much but we don't hear them. When I think of home, it is not a structure made of concrete,rather it comes to me as a beautiful thought and a very loving concept.
Some moments at roadside provides so much that I wonder how much we leave out and keep ignoring the play of life.When we seek pleasure, misery also looks on.
The sense of self or consciousness fascinates me no end. I think we gain it in our boyhood and gradually proceed toward a mature consciousness. Is it a boon or bane ? This question is very curious.
We are the only species out of sync with the all vibrating unity that all other living beings and things embrace without any fuss
Sometimes enlightenment can strike from an unexpected quarter. We must not follow something/someone blindly , and at the same time should not despise and ignore anything/anyone in our haste.
I love flying kites. These are so amazing and tell something very human. I've tried to capture all that in this poem.
When I see leaves falling off and lying on the ground, I find stark similarities between their lives and that of ours. This poem tells so.
Most of us run after persons/things blindly and thus make us shrouded by a fake self over our " real self". This is really a very miserable existence.
How we stop seeing with love and misuse the mind , giving rise to manipulations to suit our prejudices. Now mirrors look different. When hate creeps in , our eyes go blank to all.
Watching TV has become such a time consuming affair that people are losing interest in pursuing creative pursuits.
We think of and envy others too much, sometimes to our own disgust and despair. Life to me is to find one's own pursuits and take immense pleasure out of them. We should cherish self-worth.
The whole concept of beauty and bliss seems a puzzle to me. How we see things and appreciate them makes things pleasing and enchanting. Is our perception real at all ?
Only man has a choice and it is astonishing that sometime he makes such a choice that people around him are startled and shattered. Man being a thinking creature should display courage.
Man himself is manifestation of all good and evil, and nothing is beyond him in this world or the world beyond. This is my perception.
Sometimes I think we all are special and unique ,and everything related to our whole existence ,and what goes on before our eyes is something extraordinary. This poem tries to say so.
" Feel your emotions, Live true your passions, Keep still your mind." - Geoffrey M. Gluckman. How to remain calm is not easy but trees- our silent friends teach us a lot.
We pride ourselves on our consciousness of living far sophisticated than other living beings. Is it so ? This is an effort to find out how ?
People in general are perplexed as to what God Phenomenon is and how we can know and experience the divine awakening. This phenomenon is very unique and baffling. The atheists and rationalists also raise many questions about it. It is just an attempt to understand what it is all about ?
A birth is welcomed and celebrated with all aplomb. We all love life and proceed with it displaying all happiness and joy. Let's embrace wisdom when we take the boat to the other shore.
It has always been fascinating to me that people live their lives so differently not only as professionally but also in terms of quality-wise. We can live rich if we know the essence of living.
It has been observed that kind hearted persons are not understood clearly. People often assume their simplicity as weakness. When nice persons do not respond to rudeness,they suffer a lot mutely.
The concept of eternal Heaven and Hell is so curious that one who is really earnest to love God is perplexed. God is instead a loving phenomenon , there is need of a lot more reflection on this subject.