THE LOST IDENTITY

       THE LOST IDENTITY

I wish to ask the gushing stream
 Why fade thin into a foggy one
 And vanish like a twilight dream
 In the umbra of the sparkling sun

I wish to ask the shining moon
 Why lose thy convivial luster
And retreat midst a sunny noon
With thy chums of starry cluster

I wish to ask the dazzling morn
Why turn grim to a stormy gloom
And cloak thyself in a fluffy yarn
Of dark clouds from a magic loom

I really wonder if it's a price to vie
Paid hard to enshrine their sanctity
Whence stay low thence spurt high
Redeeming their glorious lost Identity


We all live in a constantly capricious world where one prefers to vie than to vouch.Learn from the nature to enshrine self for thou shalt strike when the time is ripe in this battle of existence and effervescence....

THE ASCENT OF LIFE

THE  ASCENT OF  LIFE

Two long flight of  lustrous stairs
Converge far onto a lofty gallery
For the enigma within that bears
What lies beyond  a queer mystery

One with a velvet red fast and low
For I can gallop many above in a go
Other of a silky blue steep and slow
While I scramble along to make it so

Oblivion of the fact that I was told
Should I reach the coveted place high
Wouldn't see a better world to unfold
When I pause for a breath deep sigh

Fearful of the sight of a deadly fall
From where as both these would take
Yet I decided to go with slow and tall
With no reason as a choice to make.

As I would say with glee and gay
Not the haunts of failure and strife
But memoirs of triumph which stay
In this sojourn of the ascent of  life



 ....We often do take different paths in life  to reach different destinations only to find that not the destiny but the path to destiny is the true essence and how stoic the destiny and how tiresome a journey be all we care about is the triumph in the ascent of life...What an irony...

P.S. Dedicated to Robert Frost....