Jesus was cleaning the plates..!

the great day for many
the kids look like angels..!(somebody has see an angel!)
the solemnity of the functions
the ear-breaking shoutings(somebody calls it music)

undefatible decorations
innumerable thermocol figures (lifeless though perfect)
overcrowded hall, lack of food,
the celebration was on high

the cultured people with all kinds of dress code
thy spoke all kinds of languages
they criticised the planning
the insufficiency of food.

there were some women worked unnoticed
yet by the side of the courtyard
cleaning the plate, squating in the mud
you and i rejoiced because of them
indeed you paid, the inhuman existence,
to earn a squre meal per day

i saw Jesus waw with them
cleaning the plates, removing the echil
squating on the mud
he also remained unnoticed

my friend...!

today somebody read my scriblings
and tried to commend
it was a futile effort.
i appreciate the effort.

end of the day..!!

its end of the day,
i am tired, still i keep on writing!
because the burnig thoughts
burn my whole being
and i am tired.

i am bored to death,
i ponder over the reasons,
there are many, and i am the source
let me journey into myself
to see who am i.

this fragile human being,
the strength of a single breath
where am i heading towards
the aimless conspiracy
the endless road
O! guide me you the Ultimate.

i am perplexed,
everybody mock at me,
and i am the reason to laugh
and i am the bafoon
in this passing world.

i m striving for
that eternity, my destiny.
will i be happy there?
what is happiness?
lead me O! the Ultimate
from this changing world
from this fleeting realities
till i reach my destiny
i shouldn't be tired
with all my energy and enthusiam
i strive for eternity.

its christmas...!!

its christmas for you and for me
but how about those people who do not have anything?
neither food nor shelter, yet they smile and
bow their head infront of the Other.

o! rational being, you analyse the faith,
do all kind of mental surgeries to see what faith is.
atlast you killed the bird insearch of the golden egg.
see my friend, she simply believe and it happens,
this indeed is faith.

writing all these stuff, as the poet says
'i pronounce a statement upon myself'
i cannot but write,
my heart overflows for them.

meaning of life...

"heart decides and what it decides is all that really matters" says novelist paulo coelho.
each person is a meaning making being.
everyday you and i are called to enter into this process,
the process by which we find meaning in our life.
remember the moments of happiness
cherish enriching memories
let us live the life in fulness.

son of a farmer...!!

what you do?
i am a software engineer.
so what, don't you breathe
don't you laugh, don't you cry

i am
son of the parents
who is doing agriculture
so what?
aren't they human persons.
where is the value you received
as a sofisticated officer

you, you people
live for money and pleasure

the poor farmers
live for the life after
eduring the pains
and that is the difference
you should keep in mind..

nobody is targeted
neither you nor i
but we should realize
there is something beyond
this fleeting world

as the poet rightly puts it
"the flower that smiles today tomorrow falls,
everything we wish to stay temps and then flies away...

let us strive for a glimps of eternity
and that will do...

your prayer and my prayer...!

you get up in early mornig
enjoy the chill of a refreshing shower
i get up in the early morning
enjoy the coolness of pipe- water

you go to the work site
you strugle hard to carry the bricks
not one but sixteen on your head
and you work till the sun fades
while you work in the hot sun
you remain with the one some time
that is enough for the whoe day
and you are happy it seems.

i the chosen one from tens of thousands
i sit infront of the One looking into myself
sometimes i go all the world over
remaining infront of the One.

Lord, help me
to learn from the workers
who are happy
throughout the day...!!