Being yourself

Lofty dreams, sights set high

Expectations pile, you really want to try,

But somewhere in between,

The real you dies

You become someone whom you don’t recognize,

It’s too late, you realize,

Dreams keep you awake but you still strive,

Your life seems to have taken its worst dive

Though all you need is a leap of faith,

Belief that you will rightly retake,

Your identity and your life at stake,

A majestic dolphin, leaving viewers at wake

Sure, misfortune befalls,

Sure, it seems like a wall,

However take the gall,

To hear your own call,

And thus you will have it all,

Your Voice

I sit here all day long,

With a face down by a furlong,

Awaiting to hear your melody,

Curing my heart of this malady

Your voice, so mellow

Like the autumn that turns yellow,

A voice, so sweet

Makes my heartstring weep and repeat

A voice that is fresh like the evergreen blades,

From which even Death may fade,

Speak, I plead you,

Everyone will heed you

Let your voice be carried across the meadows,

Let your voice be carried through the shadows,

Let it cross the mountains and the ravines,

Let it fill the fountains and every crevice

Let it be heard to both man and beast,

From the highest of the high eagle’s nest,

To the dead men’s rest,

Let your voice hold them behest

Call to Arms

The vision that heartens us all,
The fear the darkens before a fall,
The pounding at battle’s call,
The boom of trumpets at the mighty hall

The ring of fire binds us all,
The truth hidden behind a wall,
The fear within us crawls,
The heart trapped in a squall

Fear not! And arise,
Take your weapons and fight till sunrise,
For words of valour shall last not,
You shall last if freedom begot

Cast away your chains of haplessness,
Drink the nectar of fearlessness,
Strike out your heart’s fierceness
For the child you love and your woman’s tress

Weep not for the ones you lost,
Everyone dies those whoever trod,
Accept and move on with a nod,
Trust in yourself and in your Lord.

New World

We set sail to distant lands,
To fertile plains with leafy fans,
Farms and food we build and grow,
For a great civilization we plow.

The meadows green and honey sweet,
Several trees, even strong ones like teak,
The forests lush and deep,
Loads of lumber to reap

A quarry lying asleep,
Limestone to crack,
Carry them to slopes steep,
Walls to build to protect our keep

A mine runs in the deep,
Veins of gold, silver heaps,
Coins to mint, money to make,
Prosperity is ours to take,

A senate to make,
Decisions to take,
Taxes to rake,
From trades that awake

A city to build,
With people to fill,
Trades to open,
To be a merchant’s haven

Thus we sail on with dreams aloft,
From rough clay we mould,
Our power impossible to curb and control,
We unleash ourselves to this New World.

Summer Sings

The heat is on,
The light is warm,
The mangoes reborn,
The mid-afternoon yawn,
That’s summer’s song.

The heather is soft,
Springy and clean,
The ‘morn sunny and preened,
The skies – a clear blue,
Spring’s son is Summer, so true.

The flowers are pleasing,
Cold – drinks become very appeasing,
True, the heat makes for heavy breathing,
But that makes our heart beating,
Blood pumps and sadness abate,
As we play under the sun,
While Summer’s awake,
And sing the song sung by the crickets,
While Summer gazes – happily at this racket.

Comeback

‘Twas the day when I was defeated,
Broken and utterly humiliated.
I thought nothing could cheer me up,
Life seemed listless, an empty cup

Try hard I, I never succeeded,
I am not cut out for it, I heeded,
But not any more, not any more,
I comeback to claim glory galore

I wipe my tears of frustration,
Chin up with realization,
Mistakes of the past remain put,
Not my business, they are kaput

Fears of the future, terrifying
But the present’s joy is nullifying
Tongues wag, people sway,
Another journey is underway
A comeback comes today

Consciousness

That nagging voice in your mind,
That guilty feeling which makes it chime,
The pleasure you get from being kind,
And the pleasure I get from this little rhyme;
Where do you think it comes from?
Where do you get that feeling so warm?
Where do you get all fuzzy?
When you are sad, you are misty.
Where do you think it comes from?

The gut feeling,
Mind’s little mewing,
The powerful mental healing,
And the body that is growing.
Your mind that expands,
And the thoughts that respawn,
Where do you think it comes from?

The chocolate’s deliciousness,
The feeling of muscle’s strengthness,
The sorrow of helplessness,
The joy of happiness,
Yes, I know.
This is consciousness.