Twinkling Flowers
A gardener wakes up, ready every morning, his garden to tend, Plucking weeds, sprinkling water, there isn’t a fence he doesn’t mend, Lord, You too are a gardener, nurturing us to our destined end, A gardener without sleep, all our
Religion Of Humanity
Like all men, so busy was I in the belief, religiously involved, That money was the pivot around which the world revolved, At the blossoming of Peace and Love, my beliefs were marred, To the ultimate Truth, I was rudely
Reaching Him
A weary traveller along a path forlorn, Regularly and incessantly stumbling over incessant stones, Mirages of enjoyment and riches shake him to the very bone, He trudges on, unshaken but totally ragged and worn. His greed and desires were apart
Peak Of Joy
In the beginning it had been a tiring endless quest, For, joy had eluded me more often than the rest, Nothing, and no place could quench my joy-barren thirst, With a longing for happiness, my every heartbeat burst. Joy seemed
Our Goal
Ever since man evolved shelterless to the raging weather, He has been ignorantly and blindly stumbling from one birth to another, Hidden in the deepest recess of his heart, is an unsolved mystery, That has been inundated by religion into