A hundred loads on every leg,
Each step is hard to take;
Burdened are the shoulders too,
By the claim that age does stake.

Like rust that breeds in ugly ways,
All joints with pain unfold;
All movement is to misery linked,
To pain old age is sold.

With a blessing does the vision fade,
To spare the mind much pain;
Wrinkled leather clothes the very form,
That once much pride did gain.

And right within there is this spark,
Ageless, timeless, pure;
Waiting earnestly for the day,
For release to be the cure.

We practise hate and bitterness,
Harsh words we spew in scorn;
Vile images we choose to harness,
With rife the streets are torn.
And weapons of destruction,
We choose to play with style;
A hunger for new inventions,
To make death worth the while.
And....... our religion speaks of love.

A stanza from the poem"We" in the book 'Realization'.

Wayward child of earth and fire,
Held captive by the mountain old;
Seething ,squirming to acquire
A form most terrible to behold.
                    Searing heat ,his father's gift,
                    Raw elements housed in mother's womb;
                    A union of both, sudden and swift,
                    To form a child for mankind's doom.
Boiling with a rage primeval,
Twisting ,straining to emerge;
Monster child fated for survival,
Man and cities to submerge.
                        ................................more in the book 'Realization'............

Ominous clouds of deep,dark grey,
Their movements furtive in their stealth;
Invade the blushing twilight sky
While nature waits with baited breath.
                  ...............more in the book 'Realization'......

Once I was the sea,
With waters blue and deep;
Life in forms so varied,
In me a home did seek.
                Great freedom I possessed
                To change my fluid form;
                It was from my waters that
                The floating clouds were born.
And I could sense and feel,
Much more than you can guess;
To make myself understood,
My waves rose more or less......

No air, no sound, no light of worth,
Cold dark silence everywhere;
Stars,planets, myriads of earths,
In motions planned with great care.

A deafening silence all around
No breath, no warmth, no voice;
Life, if present, in fetters bound,
To breathe it has no choice.

Then came the Word with a crashing roar!
The skies all did resound;
The suns they shivered to the core
And lent their light to sound.

Nature wiggled in its seed
And struggled to emerge;
The waters felt a pressing need
For oceans to submerge.

The Word with Divinity was infused
A sound of nature rare;
Its source and end could not be traced,
With infinity did compare.

Celestial music did resound
To fill the skies so bare;
Lightning flashed and thunder found
A reason to be there.

And all of this in motion set,
With the power of the word;
Its strength and magnitude to beget,
Unfathomed and unheard.

In the stillness of the night,
The ticking clock keeps time;
As the mind to dreams is lost,
Wandering in magical climes....

I have lived
like the tea leaves-
now misshapen, faded,drained.
Leeched of color,
drained of flavor,
purpose fully attained.
Like the golden, amber liquid
with a fragrance to appeal,
pages of my life unfurl-
joyous hues to reveal.

The waves, they rose and with a roar
Banged their heads against the shore!
Frothing and seething with a rage unseen,
In hapless fury they crashed and screamed.
Time again they rose and fell,
Seemingly with a tale to tell.

Barefoot on the shore I stood,
Closed my eyes and wished I could
Understand the language of the waves
Strained to hear what they might say.
Countless tales of ages gone,
Of numerous lives in water born;
Of ships that sailed and birds that flew
And mermaid tales of love so true.
Of men who lived and those who loved,
To live a life on waters blue.

Silence, then a crashing roar!
The waves are higher , much higher now.
Anxiously I retrace my footsteps home,
Cold ,wet sand sliding between my toes;
The skies are dark,the waters wild,
Haunting questions in a breeze so mild.......

The joy of giving does excel
Amongst all the joys I know;
For only it can emulate,
The Divine Grace that flows.