A walk in the twilight

Hi ,
Found an old poem of mine...amidst the dust..:)

Life is a walk betwixt two horizons
Many flames meet on this path
But, nobody knows none ,thine inclusive.
Fear and feelings ruleth the path
Leading to battles of the flames
War precedes wreath and writhing
And bathes the battle in blood
For a cause unworthy of the deed
Devious desire causeth destruction.
So, shove and shrink that pricked ego
For it should never arise
Morals are drawn when on thorns
Never to be forgotten on the path of mire
Amidst all this man has to live life while life lasts
And laugh while laughter lasts
For the fear that destiny may beget destination
And the flames vanquished by the force unnatural!

Divya

sum thought

Life is such a miraculous thing to happen....but is it a miracle really??..or is it a destined routine that we lead?..

Initially we dream of becoming something...later we accept whatever happens without bothering to question it!!...and whatever we dream remains a dream.!!!..

I believe that when we do achieve our dreams that is the moment when we bring meaning to the word "LIFE" untill then its a mundane affair

Divz

Blindness

Man begins this journey
with his mind in no worry
but as the time moves on its track
the society gets into its act.

from the age of infancy to youth
he is taught about differentiation of man as the truth
he is led to believe about caste,creed and race
which disintegrates humanity without a trace

these groups bind his mind
which makes him blind
thoughts become narrow
and he forgets his tomorrow

these beliefs enfold
and makes his mind cold
it stifles his progress
to leave him in distress

if the chains are not broken in time
it may lead to the destruction of man-kind
otherwise,the mission of such thoughts to brew
may finally leave everybody in rue!


Divya

Life-A Paradoxical Odyssey

life dawns at birth
with expectations of it being filled with mirth
with a cry,man begins this journey
which is in fact a strange odyssey

he is led into this dark macrocosm
when he is amongst the microcosm
his fight for survival
begins at such a small level

time knoweth no bound in its flight
as each moment flaps in its plight
years pass by with out realization
in pursuit of his ambition

he goes through this peripatetic ride
which is like a twirling tide
once risen the tide should subside
and so does this ride

suddenly everything seems to be over
as the undefeatable foe the death hovers
the life that was lead with such aplomb and agony
fades away into the mist of an unfound country...
Divya

My Poem

Time

god hath given us life
life hath given us time
we believe time is at our mercy
as we can spend it as per our whims and fancies
but truth is time has bound us as its slave
and makes us play a life's game
we can do nothingbut carry on our part
time leads the way with precision
irrespective of our decision
A bottle of wine is like time
as it is empty when we need it in prime
this avian flies faster than all birds
whose swiftness is beyond human words
so,should we plot to kill time now
it will dodge away to kill us tomorrow
such is the ironical tirade of time
whose unprecedented value heeds no human whine!


Divya