Dawn to Dusk

I'm sitting at dusk, recalling dawn
So much passed with me all along

In dawn when Sun had first shone
With enthusiasm, fervently I strode

I failed to notice the cogs in my way
I tripped and got hurt to lurch ahead

Resting upon adjacent foliage shade
I recuperated till I was strong again

Slowly as the Sun rays lost its glare
I was walking again in careful pace

I reached on time to my cozy abode
At dusk, impressions of dawn arose

The world vs me

When younger I thought
The world was so wrong
And I was completely right
But I was so far from truth

I grew older, doubts crept in
World seemed to work well
Maybe I was one mistaken
The mess was just my fault

Now as I mature and wisen
I realize that nothing is right
Nor anything really is wrong
The world just is, and so I am

Letter to God 1

I've been writing many poems
For so long that I lost all track
But no one really reads them
This blog is so dead and done

So I decided, instead of poems
I'll write letters instead to God
Dear Jesus, Krishna, Buddha
Mother Durga, Mary and Sita

I'm grateful you gave me life
Introduced me to this world
But I did mess up everything
I'm still alive for your grace

The world is really complex
I never seem to get firm grip
But when everything changes
Nothing does last to hold on

Someday I hope to fathom
The totality of the universe
Overcome my shallow self
Unify with your presence

Last man standing

I'm the last man standing

Not too sturdy, a bit frail

It's past a decade since

I was in my first band

Every member changed

But I still held my place

Till band became solo act

And no listener was intact

Still in my dreams I can feel

Pulse of stepping up on stage

Deafening roar of audience

Now gives way to silence

Once inane cheesy lyrics

To writing lines of poems

I'm the last man standing

I hope to go on till the end

Dust

Sometimes I wonder if anything really matters
Probably nothing does, we're but a speck of dust

Floating through infinite continuum of spacetime
Nothing can be saved, nothing will forever last

But may be that's what makes it all so precious
It's now or never, since the moment won't return

Flowers in a garden

Osho was right when he said
Falling in love with someone
Is akin to admiring a flower
In a garden along one's path

It's fine to be truly inspired
But to desire for possession
Is a grave crime committed
Plucking it to keep in a vase

No matter how marvelous
Flower will look displayed
It'll wither away to waste
And it'll be soon replaced

Instead if we just awaken
To build our own garden
Someday it might bloom
With a glorious blossom

Lyrics of 'Today' by Peacock Affect

Sharing lyrics of one of my favourite songs.

Today

I saw you today
And I don't know if you noticed me
You kept walking away
You kept going the wrong way
When I want to know
What do you think of me?
And why 
Does this always happen to me?

It's been years...

I saw you with your group
You noticed me first 
Goosebumps and shivers down my spine 
Making me want to cry
With the emotion you flooded me
So many awful memories
Now can you look me in the eye? 
And say I haven't changed

by Peacock Affect

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ohzx4shP8EM