TWO SIDES OF A COIN

What is love and hate,

But two sides of the same coin

What you love can soon turn to hate

And what you hate can love make you join

For life is all about

Flipping switches

Off or On without

Any more glitches

What is remembering or forgetting

But two sides of the same coin

What you remembered you could soon be forgetting

And what you forgot can soon make you pine on

For life is all about

Flipping switches

Off or On without

Any more glitches

What is sweet or sour

But two sides of the same coin

What is sweet can soon turn sour

And what was sour will soon sweeten

For life is all about

Flipping switches

Off or On without

Any more glitches

What is birth or death

But two sides of the same coin

What is born has to end in death

And what had died will be reborn

For life is all about

Flipping switches

Off or On without

Any more glitches

For its all in the mind

Which we control my friend

MYSTIC MOMENTS

There’s Magic in the Air,

There’s Magic everywhere.

No need to seek,

Mysterious phenomenon called magic;

Just take a peek

And you’ll find it even in the tragic.

Its there for all to see,

It makes you humble and feel so wee.

The wonders that are worked,

Are far above our understanding;

Nature we have shirked

And don’t see everything outstanding.

There’s Magic in the Air,

There’s Magic everywhere.

MOVING IN A STATIONARY TRAIN

I sat inside the coach on a hot summers’ day

looking out through the barred window

as the train moved into a small station

along the winding way.

I watched another train coming our way

from the opposite direction;

entering and halting at the station

on the platform opposite

the one on which my train was standing.

The heat made me irritated

as I sat watching the summer haze

making heat waves that danced around me.

Suddenly, I felt the train was moving

and heaved a sigh of relief at the thought

of the cool wind that should and would

waft in once we were in motion

As we departed the station.

But there was no cool wind blowing

as I soon realised that it was the train

on the opposite platform that was moving

and making it appear that our train was leaving

While in fact, we were just a standing

Oh what an illusion indeed!

The moving of the train outside

that made it appear, it seemed

that the train I was sitting inside

was moving as if in great speed.

It only served as a reminder

of another illusion of our creator.

The illusion of ever flowing time

which enacted out a weird mime

that made it appear we were growing

and permanently and rapidly ageing

while in truth it was the other way going

it was only time that was a flowing.

Oh what an illusion indeed!

GLOWING FROM WITHIN

Hi! Have you noticed

That the new born of all species

are beautiful when witnessed

for the first few infant days;

but then the beauty fades

when further away from purity

and truth they sway;

until ugliness creeps in and

age makes bitter

the soul as dirty as litter

since having lost its glitter

the mind doth turn

to thoughts not befitting

a soul so pure

that turns unworthy

of the divinity within.

No lotion, no cleansing agent

can bring that glow

that doth from within flow

when the soul is maintained

in a state of purity

and humility so low

that enables the noblest charity

of shedding the ego

which causes arrogance and vanity.

Therefore, let me myself clean,

Myself of thoughts so selfish and mean.

Oh God! Let me glow.

BEFORE………..

Before this body does turn to dust; my friends,

Fulfill your mission here on earth,

Go deep within and you shall find ere death,

The Godhead within us all; my friends. 

Before this body does rot and putrefy to dust,

Do what you have to do; my friends,

Realize that God is not far away; my friends,

Plunge deep within and in the divine put your trust. 

Before these bones turn brittle and break; my friends

Strengthen your soul and let it burn bright,

Look within and face the dazzling light

That is called God by all things living; my friends. 

Before the invisible rope from which you hang like a puppet,

Is snapped and you fall lifeless; my friends,

Learn that that rope is your breath; my friends,

And doth God’s glory in many ways trumpet. 

Therefore my friends waste no time but seek the divine

And drink of that Air that tastes like wine.