Tag Archive: Rhyme


Doors

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An artist he was, his art was doors
Everyone preferred them, to protect their floors
Everyday he made one, using some colour new
Rahim preferred green, Ram preferred blue
The door-maker created beauty for all
His art was universal, adorning every wall !

Lets start a brand new story !

Lets start a brand new story
Fresh page – blank, no past worry
Lets start with self, and weave a tale new
No baggage from the past, not even snippets few

Meet new people, make a new start
On the canvas of life, make some new art
An art focussing on self … listen to your inner-voice
Choose your own colours, don’t let others influence your choice

Not everyone can be pleased, nor will everyone leave
What matters most is that in one-self, one must believe
With self-belief, move ahead and live your new tale
It’s still a vast sea out there – unexplored, just reach out and sail

Writer’s Block

With words he played – my writer friend,
Started incomplete tales with no end !
Closure he sought everytime,
Got distracted though in-between the rhyme !
And so moved on… his random strife…
To write down a story – a complete life !
Though characters new, he created always – couldn’t control their fate !
An end to his writer’s block, is what the characters still await…

He pondered what to write…

He pondered what to write…
In the middle of the night
A clumsy writer he was
Living a writer’s block – he preferred calling it a pause

Every now and then, he tried to break the same,
Write something new, he tried..but wrote usual rhymes lame
That night too… like all the rest…
He was thoughtless, wordless, still tried rhyming at his best !

Fool…realised too well that he missed that spark now,
Faced an emptiness within, sought something new somehow,
Yet acknowledging the same, meant defeat, and defeated he wont be
Remain caught in random old rhymes, to sense new thoughts…new ideas.. he was never free…

Confusion…

He wanted to rhyme but had no clue…
The writer, my friend, had words none…thoughts random incoherent few…
Lost in confusion, he tried his best to express
His intentions… his actions.. but with his words he always further failed to impress…

Confusion was the flavour of the season…
Random thoughts in a crowded mind, for no apparent reason…
Like a crowded Mumbai local, all on-board – set for the journey, but fatally at discomfort,
Such were the writer’s thoughts, in his words they reflected, the rhymes that he finally wrote.

Happy Janmashtmi / Happy Teachers Day

Tum kya lekar aaye the… Tum kya lekar jaaoge…
Mujhse hi aaye the.. Mujhmein hi aajaaoge…

You came without nothing.. You will leave without nothing…
You came from me… You will come back to me…
The focus then …is not… what you earned in life
Rather how you lived it.. for what really was your strife…
Whether to seek desires materialistic.. that will always be there,
Or rise above them.. do your deeds and in the end be self-aware

L.K. (A teacher, a friend, an author, a guide, a strategist, a counsellor and also a God)

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We are… after all… travellers of a different time
Different wanderers with different tales… different stanzas that complete a rhyme
Shadows of our former selves.. faded and old
Shadows with different stories.. some forgotten.. some untold…

View from my room - Different Times Different Skies

The view will change from time to time
Every season brings a different sky.. every song a different rhyme..
The art so created has the same artist as its creator
Same applies to life…if in troubled phase now , you – the artist, can always repaint it sooner or later..

On a winter’s night

On a winter’s night…

A writer tries to write…

What? … He has no clue…

In random words… he rhymes lines few…

 

A thought bothering him…

Making him grim..

In words he seeks a solution

Perhaps a new resolution

 

To be happy constantly… is not practical ….he knows

But he will try to seek…a silver lining…in his woes…

For every corner need not be another dead end,

For sometimes there are hidden turns, beyond the obvious bend…

 

The night may seem dark…. darkest then ever,

But this state will not remain, the night will not last forever..

This dark phase too, like others, he will survive…

After a grim night, a bright new day too will arrive……..