Loneliness is this world’s worst kind of pain.
Sabaku no Gaara in Naruto

I wrote this poem not just for the loneliness content. The feeling of loneliness is painful and disdainful at the same time. But at the end there is hope, promise, love and life which never ends. Me like anyone have gone through this phase and I feel so happy so energised and full of cheer. As they say ‘What cant kill you, only makes you stronger’

Life passes through my eyes,
as I walk through the paces,
making my way through the humanity,
living its very own dignity,

slowly, and slowly I make my way,
to the seat that lay empty,
for to sit is my choice,
for sit I lonely in peace.

I look back in time,
through times that chime,
in happiness unbound,
times i laughed out loud,
chatted and bickered,
showed my worth!
Now I look feeling so empty,
Deep down in heart that lay,
awaiting the spring of love so lost!

Oh! what a feeling of being unworthy,
so unwanted yet so painful,
tears drip and drip so full,
finding solace so lull,
for love to return looks so dull,
like a mirage so playful,
but pain so disdainful!

Hands brush my hair,
I look up for the angel near,
she looks to me full of cheer,
Dont feel lonely my dear,
I am here for you my lover,
Never to leave you a loner,
To you I give a life with no mear!
For the spring that veer,
I give you happiness so dear.

That’s the spirit of life. Fully energized and ready to go. Let’s have a blast!


Lonely as I sit in my solace,
Unperturbed by life and its pace,
My mind drifts off as always,
to the ocean of tranquility,
I run through the pristine virginity,
of the sun-soaked beach,
as calm waters rush all along.

Suddenly, O Suddenly,
the waters turn crimson,
violent the waves turn in unison,
thunder strikes so badly,
I run all along for shelter.

Pray I loud for relief,
Life for its perturbed stiff,
Alas! how fast things changed,
Cry, I aloud, Oh aloud,
What thy sinner do for this deserveth.

Come here, cries aloud a womans voice,
Stunned as I am by the whisper in the rage,
Open arms welcome me,
with the touch so serene,
and the kiss so soothing,
I forget the chaos that led me!
As in her arms, complete becomes my solace,
as I slaved myself to love.

Again o Again, everything calms down,
I look around once again,
normal as things they may seem,
look around for the woman,
that made me feel so calm,
as life and all around it turned.

Where is she I wonder,
Run again do I for her ponder,
I run and I run for her,
Not a mirage to be found,
neither a footprint that led,
Oh Lord, what do I say,
Why do you do this play ?

Angry as I am for the creator,
Curse I for his follies yonder,
Time passes as I surrender,
To these thoughts that made me wander…

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“A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” Oscar Wilde

Long time Love

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything useful. Thought of writing a poem and let me see…:)

I walk alone these days,
Thinking of the times,
I spent with you always.
Never realized how you were,
there for me,
through your smiles,
and foolish talks,
I lived a life so dear,
Leaving you alone was so painful,
I expected to see you one day,
But fate had its way,
You saw a face that made you walk away,
I never wanted to hurt you,
never wanted to trouble you,
just wanted to say how much I love you,
but never knew how to say to you.
Now as I stand miles and miles away,
the chinook winds say,
you will be back one day.
I wait for that day,
with deep breath and I pray,
for patience and hope that sway,
on sinners like me may,
receive solace and pity..
I love you…so dearly..

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”

– Captain Corelli’s Mandolin. “Love is the beauty of the soul.”

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“Paradise is our native country, and we in this world be as exiles and strangers” Richard Greenham

I lie in my bed,
waiting as the final moments,
of my life plays,
out with the call,
the call I have been waiting for,
the call of death.

The raging mind has fallen,
the body ready for its destiny,
I am to be carried away,
by Hades far far away,
the end for many.

Lonely, I am in this state,
my eyes wander around here and there,
I see three people,
cloaked in white,
all readied to hale,
me out of my misery.
Full of shine and grace,
the sight of them turn me pale,
As they have come for me!!

I close my eyes,
activate my mind for the thoughts,
of the life I once lived,
with my parents,
my wife and children,
for all have left me,
but thoughts remain!
My thoughts are my pals,
Have been for many years,
Since the day I have been born,
till today as I leave.

I see a spring, a valley,
I see the sun in all its glory,
Looking at myself,
I see myself clothed in whites,
And skin radiant as ever!

I look around!
I see the three people again,
make myself toward them,
Full of cheer and love,
they welcome me to paradise!

I lost my grandfather a year ago. A event that had a profound impact on me for a long time. Moments before he died, he told us about 2-3 people by the bed side. The poem is a fictional characterization of his thoughts.
“Paradise is our native country, and we in this world be as exiles and strangers” Richard Greenham


I sit in my cellar each day,
Looking out at the bay,
with clenched fists,
mind full of twists,
of despair and anger,
at the man responsible for this misery.
Oh! revenge what a sweet feeling,
when accomplished with the doing,
with the reaction to the action,
that made me in this condition.
I wait each day,
looking at the bay,
for the day of my freedom.
Out! you go, for you are free,
screamed the jailor,
throwing at me my clothes,
and opened the doors,
of freedom so, much desired!
I go to the man who was,
responsible for my loss,
a mind full of vengeance,
and a heart of anger.
Today, I avenge my misery!
I reach his house fast as I can carry,
for time is too short for remorse.
I see a procession of people,
full of black,
with a walk so sad,
I ask one of them,
the reply made me jump!
for the man I wanted to avenge,
had met his revenge….
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“Revenge… is like a rolling stone, which, when a man hath forced up a hill, will return upon him with a greater violence, and break those bones whose sinews gave it motion.”

Albert Schweitzer


I look at the world through the eyes of faith,
Wonder at the amazing works that is laith,
before me to understand and comprehend,
for the hand of God that touched,
everything that ever breathed!
I see simplicity in creation,
showcasing craftmanship in its perfection.
I live my life through faith,
and I achieve everything that life hath,
thrown at me..!!
for faith makes life special,
and all its instances jovial.
Faith makes us experience God,
making us aware that we erred,
for much in life we expected,
not knowing life is to be experienced,
in each day, each hour,
each second of the love poured on us.
We are the creation of love,
children of peace,
endorsed by faith,
we can do nothing, but live a life of,
faith and only faith.
Have faith and a life liveth,
so forth will never stumble,
or tremble,
but stand to the challenges.
If one can move mountains through faith,
walk on water through faith,
then life and all its worries, is nothing but a speck of dust..
Have faith, and you will never worry,
never be sorry,
of yourselves and about your mistakes!
Have faith..and see how life changeth!
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Today was a tiring day with the 37th Canadian Society for Chemical Engineering conference being held in Edmonton. So during the lunch break, yours truly and a colleague went out to have lunch. We walked a couple of blocks to get to the bus stop and catch the bus we were supposed to travel. Hungry and tired we were, we saw our bus coming in the opposite lane to us. We cant cross the road as the signal just turned green. I was sure, I would miss the bus and will have to wait a good time before another one shows up. But my colleague just muttered ‘have faith, my friend!!’. Miraculously the bus not only waited, we just comfortably got in the bus and have a great lunch.
“Faith makes all things possible………….” (unknown author)

The Light

We have seen a light,
that shines from where,
we wish we knew,
the light that leads us
through the annals
of life and all it has.
The light that manifest-ed,
itself as a star and led,
the Magi to Jesus Christ.
The light that showed Jacob the heavens,
and the light that gave Moses his tasks.
For we are lighted to lighten,
through the light of the one,
for generations look upon us,
and praise him through our deeds.
Yes our deeds reflect the light,
that shines from where,
we wish we knew.
Let us reflect the light we get, let us share the passion of what we are through our deeds.