My Hopes

All my hopes go in vain,
And leave me in nothing but pain.
I hope for a companion
Who would sit by me till death.
But Alas! As I am surrounded
By a world to which non-loyalty is bound.
I hope for some wish,
Which would help reach liberation.
But Alas! I am in a world,
Where liberation is hurled,
I hope for a world of peace,
Which would allow, even grass to race,
But alas! Destruction moves in pace,
And gives peace a wild chase,
If only the Providence touched the world,
His toe would have evil hurled
But Alas! Evil has created thorns,
Which allow the providence’s toe to be torn.
I wait for the end of the world,
Where evil shall be forever curled.

The Heavenly Light

What is this beautiful light I see,

It is something that spellbinds me,

Its seems to be something divine,

And its rays I cannot count in lines.

As I move closer, I am forced gently,

It does not look like King Bentley,

Ah! It is something I have always wished to sight,

Oh! That beautiful light,

It disappears as my thoughts become mean,

Oh! How I wish to live with the light I had seen.

The Blissful Way

As I left the door from the world,
I saw two staircases curled,
One went down,
Which was easy to go,
While was tough to go,
I felt I should go down,
As no effort would be wasted,
But the winding staircase attracted me,
So I went up to see,
I ascended the staircase obstacle full now,
But I felt comfortable I don’t know how,
I reached the top and opened a door,
And godliness and truth here was borne,
I asked an angel what brought me here,
He replied that my good deeds sent me here,
I inquired what would happen if I went down,
He replied that down I would go to receive the evil crown
Then did I understand this world,
Where fate affected all,
How easy it was to go down,
Down to receive the evil crown,
How hard it was to go up,
Up to receive the Heavenly cup,
So strive to good and go through difficulties,
Rather than go through ease to reach evil.

The Life of Jesus, The Christ

The moment He stepped onto the earth,

The earth was blessed with His holy birth,

The Son of God had stepped into the world,

To have evil and its instruments hurled,

The meeting of Joseph and Mother Mary,

Made the world once again merry,

The Son of God took birth in a barn.

And the priests blew their holy horn,

The three wise men gave Him gifts,

And returned home with their souls uplift,

The more He grew in age,

The more religious was His weight age,

He preached His message and made followers,

Whose faith in Christianity never became hollower,

He predicted on the last supper,

That one disciple would be a betrayer,

Yet He asked the rest of His followers,

Not to hurt his feelings and make it hollower,

One follower deceived Him to the Jews,

Where He was captured and not let loose,

He walked on wearing a cross,

To walk in His lawn of death and loss,

He was tortured by whips and mace,

Yet He was peaceful looking at death’s pace,

As death finally gobbled Him.

It made the heavenly light dim,

Three days later He rose again,

He blessed the world before He left,

Though today there has been religion’s theft.

An Ode to a wonderful Mentor.

A teacher is a source of light,
But you were unusually bright,
He lives on in the heart of his students,
But you live on in our souls,
You have been the light of knowledge,
In the darkness of our ignorance,
Today as you leave us this 22nd June,
We leave you with hopes and luck,
We hope you live a happy and long life,
We give you this small token of appreciation,
To cherish the moments at Modern High,
And to leave the wick you lit burning,
Until you leave our souls,
That is when we end our journey

Thanking God

When all fails, we turn to God,

The God who does not hate us-

He believes his happiness in helping us.

Us: Living creatures of the world.

But we ignore his message

And massacre his world of life.

We destroy animals and plants

Leaving only humans.

Humans thirsty for power,

Humans who ignore God

And his helping hand of love.

You remembered him when you were

Doing your board exams;

Your pleas towards him

But did you remember when

You were comfortable and you thanked Him?

For it is human to think of three tings:

Me, mine, myself.

I beseech you, o’ pitiless humans,

To open your eyes to each moment of help.

And thank him each second of your life

And show it by offering kindness,

Compassion, love and help to all that lives

Before it is too late

For us, living creatures of plants, animals

And Humans.

What God would be saying to us when we tell him to come and save us?

Oh dear creatures of my creation
You plead with the earnest of my protection.
You ask me to come and meet you;
To help you,
To allow yourselves to serve me,
To have the honour of God at thy place.
But I have come already,
I have visited each and every house;
But you did not see me,
You did not recognize me,
As I stared into your face and you into mine,
You did not feed me with food you have in your prayer shrine,
But with insecticides, blows, brooms and all things,
For I do not come in the form of divinity
For the sake of humanity,
For you would hurt others for my sake.
I came as a human beggar,
But you ill-treated me
You served me with blows.
I came as a dog, cat,
But you threw me out with your brooms.
I came as a species of wildcat,
But you tried to kill me.
I came as cattle,
But you charged me away.
I came as a bird,
But you tried to shoot me for your food.
I say these lines not to tell you that I shall never return
But to convey my message of ‘be good to all that lives’.
For that only shows true hospitality to me.
For I am present in all,
Present in all that lives
And I may come in my divine form when the time is ripe.

The Light of God.

The Light of God shalt not come here,

Here upon the Earth He created,

For we, His creation drive Him away,

Not knowing we do so, and have evil generated,

We kill and slaughter His creation,

We mercilessly give them pain,

Pain they endure to death in thoughts of Him,

He saved us, only to realize His mistake,

The grave mistake of showing Himself,

For they think themselves great,

And destroy His path before His eyes,

He loves us, yet grudges that we destroy His creation,

So my fair people shower your love on all that breathes,

And make the world a beautiful one,

To Welcome Him again.

A Beautiful World

A blanket of greenery all over their world,
Not one shred of yellow sand,
Lambs enjoying, people dancing, all love each other,
The breeze in the air,
The butterflies that flutter,
The leaves that fall,
Animals in peace and harmony,
A lion protecting a deer,
Men and women caring for all,
Living in small houses built in the ground,
Lights in the dark given by fireflies pleased,
Love for all in the world,
All eat together the never ending vegetarian food,
If only the world was like this would life prosper,
Alas! What use of such wishes,
Which shall never be true,
With man, science and power