RESURGENCE

I also had dreams
Like any one.

Having dreams, I thought
Was my birth right...
As natural as
Trees flowering,
Rivers flowing,
Birds flying, and
The winds breezing.

I dreamt of
Sitting on the motley rainbows,
Running with speeding horses
In a fierce race,
Climbing the heights
Of tall and steep mountains,
Riding on the crest
Of soaring ocean waves...
Play,  dance, sing and recite...
Like a prodigy.

But my hopes came down....
Shattered, sheared, and
Smeared with descending darkness,
When I was told
In a devilish voice,
That I have no right to dream,
No choice to aspire,
Not destined to live,
With freedom, faith and happiness.

But, my mind refuses
To embrace the designs of destiny,
To accept the diktats of fate.
My inner voice...
Prompts me, and propels me
To break the black shackles,
To tear the dark circles,
Woven around me,
Strewn all along my path.

My intellect instigates me
To realize my dreams...
To reach my goals --
Crossing all hurdles,
Crushing all barriers.

© Srinivas N R

A Prayer

Two and half decades ago
God gifted us a toy
A bundle of joy,
Happiness and pleasure.

We thanked Him
For the lovely gift,
For the beautiful boon.

The toy was our life and breath
We raised it,
With utmost care, love and affection
The toy has grown up
Fully, with strong legs and hands,
And a pair of sturdy wings.

The toy flew away one day
Leaving us, cheering at us
In search of greener pastures,
To the land of dreams.

Little we know
Whether the toy will return to us
Any time in future,
At least before our departure
To God's kingdom

We earnestly pray the God
To send our toy
Back to us,
To be with us forever.

Look Inside

When found in deep trouble,
Profound pain, and serious crisis,
We look for help...
At every corner.
Not knowing to do what,
We seek advice,
From everyone we can.
Remedies may not be forthcoming...
Throwing us into total chaos.
Restless we are left.
Not aware of where to go,
We turn to the Gods and the Goddesses,
And to all who we think
Can guide us, steer us,
Out of the quandary.
But ironical as it may prove,
The solution may lie with  us,
Within us, may be in our own backyard.
Not exploring our own self, 
Our own strength and stamina,
We peep elsewhere.
Belittling ourselves...
Disbelieving our inner abilities...

Friends With Troubles

There is no one on this earth
Without troubles
Some trouble or other
Always bothers you and me
I have my own quota of troubles
Constantly poking me
Continuously pricking me
I didn't know for very long
How to deal with them
I remained troubled most of time
I found a way at last
To deal with my troubles
Now I don't allow them
To overpower me
Nor do I try to ride over them
I allow them
To travel with me
By my side
I talk to them
Whenever I find time
Some of them leave without notice
With some I negotiate to leave
Some will continue the journey
I befriend those troubles
And plead with them
To come along with me
If they desire
And to be my companions
Till I die

i want to die with you

don't say...
that i don't know
what love is...
how to love...
and to leave you-
i agree...
i am ignorant of love
and i don't know
how to love -
but the only thing
i am aware is..
i want to live with you
and die with you..
i also promise you
that atleast before i die
i will know what love is,
and i keep loving you
till my last breath!

my love for you

do not ask me
why i love you-
whatever i say..
that is only a fraction
of what you are-
do not ask me
how much i love you-
whatever i say..
that is only a fragment
of what i have-
and that will not kill
but scorn my love
for you forever!

a sculptor's vow

i am a sculptor
i always yearn to convert
a hard rock into
a beautiful sculpture-
but thinking of transforming
every stone i see
into a great piece of art
is nothing but my greediness
may be that is the reason
why all my creations have
some or other defect-
however my endeavor
will not end...
one day i will
create a master piece
to the liking of one and all !