With the flow

 

I took life in my stride, when I did decide

to travel this life with love in my heart,

and truth on my mind.

If life will ever have not much to offer

still I will be resolved to go, with the flow

in the shadow of my good lord under the shelter of his supremacy.

For, once nature came to rescue me in the disguise of lord.

when I was lonesome and frail,

was reticent and I looked pale

when life offered thunderstorm and rain.

I wondered what kept me going,

now I know that was the shadow of lord by my side

as my friend and my guide.

I know not much about the glitzy way of life,

but I know to be happy and to find meaning of this life

must follow the path of truth

and try to be true to the core of my heart.

I must travel this life with love in my heart, and truth on my mind.

For truth might be bitter, love can be tough

but the spirit of  love and truth in my heart,

will keep me going through the thick and thin in life.

As simple as the existence of the earth and the sky

truth helps and love heals.

To become a sojourner of a good life path,

live love and be true to yourself and to the world.

help to make it a better world

If only you must try to be true to your heart.

 

GREEN PASTURE

Across the green pasture, I hear,
that tinkling sound,
that I hear coming from far.
With the rhythmic sound, it starts
Buzzing on my mind
a folklore and a beautiful song.

While turning up pages through pages
I go through the history.
Stories of a few old noble souls
Ah difficult were those days
But not in entirenity I suppose.

Perchance, there were no luxuries like today.
But I am sure those did find a way for their indulgence too.
But that certainly not at the cost of nature.

For, what I see today certainly breaks my heart.
More then that of an old lover
as the fable goes by
Who dig the mountain to get to his love.

Ironically,  we are digging mountains too stupidly and noticeably as an act of playing with nature.
Sometimes to find gold sometimes to make a way.

Although, I feel at peace
Listening to that imaginary tinkling sound
coming from across the green pasture I saw on my way.
I feel more at ease,
when I can imagine a better world and few more noble souls.
Not in the books but around.

Why can't we, at once
Live like the primitive way of lives.
To know another way of life too.
That I propose will turn to be a school of humanity and the alliance between the men and nature.
For, luxuries will vanish one day
But your glory as human shall remain.

As I only can attempt to voice many of those folks, 
who love every single tree, every river stream, Mountains, deserts as they are, the oceans and the rain and the snow flakes in the best way they come and bring the gift of life for us.

As I look across pasture and a sensation goes up my spine probably reminds how beautiful it is yet,
how small part of the world that has remained.

Across the green pasture, I hear,
that tinkling sound,
that I hear coming from far.
With the rhythmic sound, it starts
Buzzing on my mind
a folklore and a beautiful song.

Irony of Modern Society

I wonder how along with the time
The world has changed
For the good
But not in every sense.
The number of people growing
To a countless digits across the world.
The number grows
So does the advancement too.

No doubt we got luxurious life
Although, still a dream for the most.
We call it modern society.
And the modern society is crazy
I call it crazy society.
My belief grows stronger almost everyday
Isn't it funny in every sense
We are crazy about clothes to cellphones
And we are crazy about Cars to buildings
Rather than the essentials for mankind and nature.

In this outrage of dust and smoke
Produced by the cars, factories,
Air conditioners to the radiation
Coming out from the sneaky electronical products.
The humanity suffers
with loss of faith in life
and with the loss of health and wellness.

In the air there was supposed to be fresh breathable air
But germs and bacterias flying their own imaginary fighter planes now.
Forcing to hide our faces behind the mask
before we come out.
Some unfortunate dying before their time, and this is just one thing.

Ironically the love for a luxurious life
Surpasses the love for the nature
Mother earth suffers with the loss
But the modern society rejoice
with the temporary joy.
The love for merely a fur and furniture
Pulls us kill to kill a tree and an innocent animal.

The point I am trying to make is
To grow the similar Compassion
That we have for Cars and boats
To trees and the less travelled roads
To save the earth
To save ourselves and those we love.
To save the generations to come.

Rise above the ordinary.......