Destiny..

Fate - My Master!

Rejoice not at a fateful birth,
Foresee the death as the real girth.
With success coming your pleasant way,
Remember that failure would another day.
Exult not at happiness so hollow,
It does only show the sorrow to follow.
Straining your face you do post a sheepish smile,
Mind the impending tears, think another precious while.
To think you art strong is but a thing of mirth,
Only a time of weakness would show one's real worth.
The clouds do bring the land alive with shower of pleasant rain,
Though not without the drought and famine does mother nature feign.
The sun does rise a crimson red, every other dawn,
Doing so, does set at dusk, no sooner it's born.
Fool that you are to take the arts of fate for granted,
Writ down by destiny your deeds by you merely are enacted.

Hold your breath..

Fearing the feared!

Wedded to life in plain simple loyalty
Since birth, a prized gift, until death, a penalty
Willing to live as possibly as long
Ere God's dutiful men, coming down do wrong
Fearing the unknown christened as death
Knowing nothing of it but as a gasp for breath
We choose to stay in a worldly storm
Detesting the inevitable and the sleep of holy calm
Not long though we stay in futility
Soon we return to Him, the Lord, the Almighty!

Wake Up...

Awakening!

When the heart is low
And seems a leaden dough;
When the eyes are crossed
And vision is aimlessly tossed;
When the ears are deaf
And hearing a hundred stuff;
When the food is tasteless
And essesnce of life baseless;
When the shoulders are drooping
And the heart skips popping;
When the arms feel weary
And tick of life dreary;
When the legs seem to quiver
And send a curse to the liver;
When the ground seems like air
And all seems cruel and bare;
Awake o man! and rise to aim
Win the battle and rise to fame;
For victory is, when you take the blow
Then hardening yourself, give an equal show;
To sleep at peace in an honourable grave
As fortune is known to favour the brave.

Worth mentioning...

Worthy Second!

Laze not to let the precious instant pass
Without an act of utility or a deed of honour
For, each second that is, will soon be was
Leaving you a starter and it for long a goner
Occupy your mind with all till you live
Dream not wastefully leaving imagination unbridled
For, we know not, when the body proclaims its give
Leaving us in disarray and our barren land untilled
So do your duty making most of the available time
So precious a thing, it is of momentary existence
Its worth, a good lot more than a silly dime
Is here in a flash and off from your presence
Bidding you goodbye and draining your existence

As you like it...

Will is the Pill!

Will thine mind, thou weakling, Oh man!
Deem not the race lost, much before it is ran.
Stretch thine patience to attain your ambitious limits
Blame not your fate and check your demerits.
Face life's challenges with grit and resilience
That challenge should fear, to show even meek defiance.
Fret not about failure or the ominous rout
Only fix thine mind on success in your daring bout.
Harden the physical self and put down your feet,
For with the will of man, even a lion could bleat.
But with all these secrets, also remember
That once you taste success, it is not the end of it all
For it could welp complacence and lead to your downfall.
So keep your spirits till the last day of your life,
Then you would have won your race and coped with civil strife.

My blog is born!

This is my wife's idea to create a space for me to radiate my wisdom or consciousness..in other words she has named the new born as "Prajna" :-)....

I will try and keep this blog youthful, active, entertaining and mostly thought provoking....Sit tight and enjoy all that I pen down and bear with me for my ignorance, whenever I decide to display it..

Cheers,

Rags.