O Sailor

Sailor ! sailor!
In the ocean of this world
I sail my boat to unknown waters.
made my boat with faith
Grabbed the oar with trust
made of fine blades.
Row I row in this ocean
World as big as to store many oceans,
and I row along the tides.
At the shore while standing alone.
I wondered about the mighty sea.
I heard the thunder
I didn't know where I might just be.
Far away across the sea
is the treasure buried
is what the wind had whispered.
My greed ever was the light
perhaps shining across this mighty sea.
My dream is the green land
Which locates too somewhere there.
To find my treasure I must row
I must row until I cross the sea.
Tide by tide floating along the waves.
Among the sharkes, whales, pirates and mermaids.
Sailor ! sailor!
In the ocean of this world
I sail my boat to unknown waters.
never seen the ocean except on tv
so let go the fishes :)

~never been a sailor

Let go the fears

When the stars are bright and the moon is glimmering

I sit down pondering over my thoughts.

wriggling my conscience

and I find myself rapt in reminiscence of an old dream.

The dream so dear, dream which I ever had.

It brings along some old fears,

fears I am scared of fear which are demons in disguise.

But looking close now the fears are real but not invincible.

Inside my heart I know what I want,

By all my heart I know I will find my way,

to reach the destination.

So I let go my fears so I let go those demons.

I constantly teach myself to let go the

evils of the soul.

To save myself I won't even need the ace in the hole.

So I want to break the chains, I want to open the doors.

I want my life, I want my dream, I want my love.

I want my head and soul in sync.

I want nothing that makes my head spin.

Far from the galaxy  as we might just be

A tiny dot and that's not just me but we all.

So do you care about the silly world at all.

No matter when you start.

As life is it will happen only once to you, to me.

So just follow your heart, follow your dreams.

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.