LEARNING EN ROUTE THE SANDS OF TIME

Wandering without focus in the dessert of desires, I often fall upon the ground to taste the sands of time. Gathering my jolted efforts, I raise my head up again quite quickly. My eyes suffused with liquid dreams of a world so plush. Clutching the grainy-gold and bringing it close to my chipped lips; I blow it gently like my wishful eyelash…

Drops of forgiveness are spilled soon, embracing the phase of learning en route. Darkness and chill of the desert by night is making my spirit numb, but my soul awaits the sun of opportunity to warm it soon, because it’s yet not the end.

SELF-DEFAULTERS

Unsettled souls,

Ignorant of self,

Leading the mortals to darkness,

Who bask in the grabbed glory of others,

With corrupt intentions,

Pathless actions,

Aimless ambitions,

They crave for recognition,

Scared of efforts,

They pull back others to race ahead,

Suppress the talented,

And rise in front of the bowed heads,

Unknown of the might of the Divine,

They go about killing peace in people,

Causing deep wounds,

That hurt forever,

Dirt of years, dampen the light within...

One day they may repent it all,

When life plays havoc to them,

They’ll rub their linen to do away with blots,

When their jaded soul will cry for help,

And regret won’t let them die...

They shall then ask for mercy,

And put their pride to rest,

Seek forgiveness from conscience that suffered,

And confess the misdeeds done to others,

Fear the lord, the supreme creator,

Harm no being and never ride on pride,

We all are his, but wonderful creations,

Defaulters on self, judging people,

Who do you think you are to alter dreams of others?