To live the God's life

Motivate the irate drivers
So that few hours hence,
They forget the traffic who send them shivers.

Talk silently with and feed the hungry, street dog,
When others do not care as if it were another log

Somehow get young kids break into a grin,
Whose parents consider all other than work are sin.

Sow a seed of thought in the confused adoloscent,
That takes root and awakens the man in him.

Start and end every party with a joke about yourself,
Not because you are not important,
But because it is important to light sparks,
And your take on yourself always rocks.

In every region in life,
He stands tall who inspires silently,
Without the knowledge of his subjects.

He is the true leader,
Who follows his people,
And to do this is to live the God's life.

It is hope

It is fearlessness when you explore the lost jungle
When all around you lose their mind and bungle

It is power when you influence the people and soar
When even the might and brights amongs us can but only roar

It is education when you can read the scriptures with the elite and kings
Yet sing the folk rhythm with the commonlings

It is humility when you design the missile decoy
And walk and chat with the newspaper boy

It is class when you dance with the maidens
Still explore silly options with the pet kittens

But most importantly it is hope, when all around you lose hope
Because when all think hope is lost, you know for sure god will give you hope

To face the man who hath done no wrong

Planet earth is filled with liars
Honest men on the way out in biers
Justice is delayed, Justice is derailed
Work put off, Work ceased !

Just when all things look bleak
A silver lining through this man so meek
But make no mistake,
He can make earth shake !

How ?

Corrupt politicians, street gangsters
Officers committing excesses
Troublesome landlords
All will lose and relent
When they look deeply into the eyes of the man who hath done no wrong !

The Gatekeepers of the universe

His eyes closed for the last time
Tears rolled down mine,
School teacher nicknames
Secret shames,
Shared misery,
And trivial tomfoolery
Indeed a part of me has died with him

How could …
Words fail
A lively man taken away when he was uphill
When so many rotten mongers still exercise their will

I looked for him in the laughs we shared,
The late night soaps we saw but for which no one cared,
Looked for him in the popcorn we ate,
And the drinks we enjoyed when dinner was going to be late,
In the irrelevant questions that our masters enjoyed asking
In the Alsatian dog oblivious to everything that kept barking

Yes he is alive
The Gatekeepers of the universe let no man reach their parts
Unless the length, breadth and height of the soul reach all our hearts
Today I know to share myself more thoroughly with everyone
Someday not so far off I shall be consigned to the Gatekeepers of the universe
My kith, kin and worldly fellows will know where to shower the flowers

The windchimes of a distant past

The mirror lied no more
The eyes and skin no longer as fresh as they were of yore
The diaries had become numerous
Stacked one on top of the other; it appeared hazardous

It seemed only the other day when the village streets were narrow
And we would chase each other and the odd sparrow
Played in the rain and caught a cold
And the quack in the corner would grow his income multi-fold
A thrashing though awaited us at our door

In the wilderness they said the spirits were bare
Putting on white cloaks it was us who gave the town a scare
Fresh fruits and fresh wine
No schools but a wealth of education to mine

It was then,
I heard the half-blind watchman guarding the alley ring a bell,
From my bed I jumped up, forty years away
Those were the windchimes of a distant past