Time

Time -
It changes,
It judges,
It teaches,
It preaches,
It agonizes,
It harmonizes,
It strengthens,
It ruins;
Of all,
We enroll
Ourselves in full -
To learn survival.

Money Makes Many Things?

It does not matter how rich you are, honey
There are certain things which you cannot buy with money,
True love that stays with you in your vicissitudes,
Children who always rever and obey your words,
Family that respects and honors you,
Companions who are always true,
Good night's sleep and good health,
These are some things you cannot acquire by wealth.

End of the Rainbow

Be optimistic everyday as you grow,
And be thankful that you are alive for another ad hoc;
Enjoy every moment as you are at the end of the rainbow,
Savor each instant from dawn to dusk;
Delight in when the sun rays strike your window,
Making you squint at the clock;
When the birds sing in your meadow,
And the fragrance of honeysuckle knock;
Let the floor be touched by your toe,
When the aroma of coffee show your tack;
Relish your food with complete gusto,
And be grateful that you are not starving of lack;
Duck out to work with joyous glow,
Never let pessimism cross your track;
Forgive and forget if you have had a row,
Just deliver a smile and do not yack;
Bear no malice even if you have a foe,
For they are the ones who admire your mistake;
Each day let your goodness grow,
So that you serenely hit the sack.

Pleasurable Poison

I am a relaxant,
I am so pleasant;
Have me a little,
Let us travel
To an imaginary domain,
And be on cloud nine;
Drink me, honey,
And fly with me;
I will caress your brain
And secrete dopamine;
Once you feel my pleasure,
I won't be your leisure;
You will crave for
My lustful flair;
I am delicious,
I am luscious;
Once you have me scant,
You are my addict;
I am handsome,
I am a venom;
But I will give you bliss,
I am drug in disguise.

Haunting Deeds

I am at the skirt of death,
In the stage of exiting the earth;
But my sleep is not tranquil,
For I had done much evil;
Wicked were my deeds of past,
That haunts me each day and night;
I had done so many sins,
Which can never be forgiven;
I was a cruel beastie,
Who plundered people's money;
As I'm nearing death I regret,
For I had been a brute;
The deathly seeds I had sown,
Are now completely grown,
Waiting to be reaped,
Gathering my deeds;
What is there to do at all,
To save my soul from hell?
I have decided to donate my property,
To the poor, needy and to the charity;
I wish this saves my soul,
When I lie in my charnel.

Gossip

I run behind your back,
Chasing you relentlessly;
I will cause you ache,
Putting you in despondency.

I neither care about your dignity,
I nor care about your status;
I do not show partiality
Which is my sturdiness.

When I come before you,
I will hurt you like sword;
Listen to me, you will be in blue,
If you don't, you will be honored.

For I ain't to be praised,
I come through other's envy;
'Gossip,' I am called,
I can only be killed by fidelity.

Karma

No matter where you are,
I will find my way back to you,
To reimburse your share,
Either felicity or woe;
That depends on your behavior
With others around you;
Don't you dare
To cause them waterloo!
If you think of being unfair,
You will certainly repent and rue;
Always try to be honest and sincere,
And I will render as a crown to you;
Life is a rondure,
Nobody can escape from my view;
I reflect what you are,
I am karma in camouflage show. 

Child Education

Take her to school,
Don't give her pan and ladle;

Give her books to study,
Not broom to sweep and tidy;

Give her education,
Don't leave her in the kitchen;

Let the child live her life,
But not as somebody's wife;

Education will be her backbone,
When she has to stand alone;

Education will be her power,
In the time of crisis and disaster ;

If you give her education,
You're empowering a nation;

Let her study,
And beat up the slavery;

If a girl child studies today,
She will be the future of her country. 

Definition of Love

What is love?

An infant girl would utter,
It is the affection of her parents;

An adolescent girl would whisper,
It is the fervor of her sweetheart;

A newly married woman would swear,
It is the piety of her consort;

A mother to be would aver,
It is the sound of her fetus' heart beat;

A mother would declare,
It is keeping her children gladly radiant;

It is only the love of father and mother,
That has no expectation or intent;

Every other love on this sphere
Has some aspirations and quest;

The love which is flawless and pure,
Is always from our parents.

Revelry After Rue

What vanishes from your presence
Does not belong to you,
Be it the sadness
Or the one who causes you woe,
Be it the scars
That were once black and blue,
Be it the restlessness
That hits in the dawn and dusk, too,
Eventually they will evanesce
Leaving you trail of joy in queue,
Never drop your confidence
For it is the only courage in your blue. 

The Lone Flower

When I awoke,
I was breathing alone,
Standing in solitude.

The vast area resembled a nook,
For there was none
Other than me in the grassland.

At first I shook,
And trembled in consternation,
As I was abandoned.

There was none to look
Or care me in the terrain,
I was neglected.

One daybreak
I got rid of my confusion,
And the truth I realized.

It is not an offense or lack
To stand alone
From the crowd.

For only the spark
Of the sun and the moon
Matters, not the solitude.

It is better to be unique
And shine on your own
Even when isolated.

Grotesque Beauty

I might be thorny,
I might be ugly,
And worthless to ye;
But once I prosper,
You all will wonder,
That I am full of splendor;
For I ain't barren,
I may bear spine,
And appear gross and saturnine;
But I store myself water,
Which no plant can minister,
Other than me, ever;
I bear beautiful blossoms,
Which are enticingly full of charm,
A beauty over the ugly stem;
And I bear fruits,
That are delicious and sweet,
And are healthy to the heart;
Do not underestimate others,
For they are weird and queer,
Never judge a book by its cover.

Thorns have Roses

Not each day in life's a harmony,
That we joyously sing melody;
Not each day in life's a melancholy,
That we bewail and bemourn the tragedy.

Without knowing what is distress,
How will you know pride and exultation?
Without knowing what is malice,
How will you know the worth of affection?

Enjoy each and every day as it elapses,
Be it a day of success or grievance;
Be optimistic praising thorns have roses,
Never whinge that roses have thorns.

Cowardly Don Juan

Oh man, hiding behind

An actor's Polaroid!

Are you trying to find

A way to seduce this maid?

At first you bid 'hey!'

Then talk to her slowly

Praising her beauty,

Feigning your originality.

Then you talk to her in particular

About her interests in intimacy, 

Seducing her to send her pictures

Then blackmailing her to earn currency. 

Hiding yourself behind social media 

Proves your cowardice;

Don't use girls as your media

To make riches. 

Worthy Asset

To put you to bed in tranquil
There are two souls that toil;
Despite their weariness,
They care for you each trice;
Regardless of the value of money,
They spend you each penny;
Despite adorning themselves,
They save you their valuables;
They look after you each moment,
They think of you every instant,
They love you with their whole hearts,
They are none other than your parents;
Respect, honor and love them,
For they are precious gem;
Because, if once they depart,
They will never revert.

Set Ablaze

Dear girls, stop fantasizing

Your future partner as a hero.

Instead, be fiery and blazing

That anyone wouldn't dare to touch you.

Never think that a man

Can complete you, girls. 

You're a wholesome human, 

A wonder of the universe. 

Never believe anyone 

In this filthy world;

Not all men are genuine, 

Not everyone can be entrusted. 

Your womb is a holy shrine

Which has to be worshipped;

Not a feast for beastly men;

Be divine and conflagrant. 

The Veridical Gratification

Doctor Faustus, what do you think will suffice a man?
His wealth, his fame, or being surrounded by young women?
Will a man be contented
With the talents and wealth that he does inhold?

What will satisfy the humans?
A Palace full of diamonds and gold coins?
A kiss from Helen of Troy?
Or Mephistopheles as their pageboy?

Do you know where does the legitimate content comes from?
It comes only from the God, the most supreme.
For, he satisfies our soul with the goodness of the earth
And crowns us with his grace and mirth.

The everlasting God reigns forever,
Sempiternal is his glory and power;
To those who run unto his feather,
He will be the greatest refuge and unending shelter.

He sees all the men from his throne.
Nobody, nothing can hide us from his vision.
He is maker of all earth and heaven,
The almighty, the redeemer, the most holy one.

He consoles the wounded, grieving heart,
And mends the soul that is torn apart.
The righteous will rise, and as eagles will they soar;
They will rule the world, and as lions will they roar.

He delivers the ones who repent
And pours water on the people who are athirst.
Obey and follow the Lord, for, he will increase your honor,
Restore your soul with wisdom and will make you prosper.

Joy comes to the ones who seek him;
He is mighty to deliver us from the depth of the sins.
He lifts his beloved ones and enthrones them,
And fulfills the desires of their heart with abundance.

Repent your sins before the evil days commence,
For, the day of the man are like languid grass.
To those who fear him, he is compassionate.
His loving kindness is everlasting and incessant.

Remember your creator in the days of your youth;
For, the reward of sin is only death.
The covenant with Lucifer is horrific and terrible;
Doctor  Faustus, he will take you to the everlasting fire, the hell.

Inspired from Christopher Marlowe's "Doctor Faustus"

A Place Called Paradise

I was a plutocrat,
Well-heeled, kind and generous.
My wealth was replete
And I was so magnanimous.

I was so compassionate
And had been a philanthropist.
To anyone that did supplicate,
I never said no, not in the slightest.

I was a good son to my parents,
I revered them a lot.
And a good husband to my spouse;
To her, I was true and allegiant.

Towards my beloved little angels
I was great and perfect;
Educated them fair and well,
Both in academy and in cult.

Apropos of my laborers,
I was benevolent and humane.
I cared them and their genre
And provided them precondition.

Above all, I trusted God
In all my vicissitudes
And I never contradicted
His law and his commands.

Wherefore, when I did ebb,
I was taken to the paradise
By a holy being - a cherub;
Because of my comity and rightness.

As I sauntered into the abode,
I beheld people dresses in immaculate white.
They seemed to be splendid,
Sanctified and flawless in sight.

While I went by the dwelling,
I perceived a man, more glorious,
More resplendent than the remaining;
Like the brightest star in the cosmos.

I inquired God about the comrade,
And why he appeared so godly.
His reply was poignant and grand,
That I felt quite lousy of me personally.

The man was neither rich nor opulent.
He had none for him - no family.
Au contraire, he was destitute,
Homeless and begged for money.

One cold night the weather was terrible.
So, he lent his only blanket to another homeless;
He got frozen by the temperature, too brutal.
He saved the man's life by giving up his.

We all contribute 'from' what we possess.
But, he had bestowed what he 'had'
Another Good Samaritan from the universe,
Whereupon, now he is in the blessed land.

Let love be without hypocrisy.
Let us give with whole heart and benignity.
For he who shows mercy
Will be crowned in the eternity.

Inspired from a story told by my uncle. 

Words - the Ordnance

Long ago, there lived a man
Who'd always been a sourpuss.
For he never knew that our lifespan
Is dependent on what we confess.

He flapped his tongue
With gloomy, denial morpheme;
All morose, dark and despairing.
As he said, the outcome was a cataclysm.

Whatever he stepped in
Was a catastrophic mess.
He floundered and broke down
Unbeknownst of his Freudian slips.

One fair day, as he went out,
He purchased an offprint:
'Tongue and it's powers' it was about.
And he went over it.

He deciphered what his fault was:
Being a 'prophet of doom'
He's now got odds to change his lapse:
Cynism to optimism.

By the fruit of his lips
A man enjoys goodness.
But the foolish rips
His life by stuff he confesses.

Pleasant words are sweet to the soul
And healthy to the bones;
A man's stomach is overfull
By what he intones.

The power of the tongue
Holds endurance and inanimacy;
For it is infernal and searing
Which controls the subsistency.

What we sow, that we reap;
Let us sow happiness, faith,
Love, truth and hope,
That we harvest virtue and worth.

Joy comes to the man
With the reply of his mouth.
Let us speak nothing mean
Since our words possess strength.

Inspired from Charles Capps' Tongue - a creative force. Thanks to my uncle who lent me the book. 

FOXES, BEWARE!

The world was still,
Calm, serene and tranquil ;
It was full of bliss,
Delight, cheer and solace.
Then entered the fox,
Reciting to all, 'mox nix!'
But beneath the word,
Laid a dodgy sword.
'I love you,' he said,
To destruction it led.
The words of compassion
Were actually deathly potion.
He ruined them all
Who were naive with zeal.
But the ones wise,
Eluded from the artifice.
The absurd men
Tasted woe and bane.
Beware of the vile sly!
'I am there for you,' he implies.
Beware of the traps that seduce,
Lying behind his fake embrace.
Not everyone with you is true;
The phony fox will slay you.
Not everyone is reliable;
Look out for the guileful.
Be shrewd as the serpent
That lies underneath the orchid.
For there are mages,
With fury and rage
To pull you down;
So be wise, witty and lown.
Be sane and sensible,
Sagacious, sharp and insightful.
Beware of the fox!
Beshield yourself from the battle-axe!