Poem – Page 17 – My Tales Within

Beyond the river

The oar moves Rhythmically Propelling the boat Oarsman is the traveller He is the fuel Boat stays in the river The oar too Oarsman moves to the shore Beyond the boat Beyond the river

Every game has a ruleIf you decide to play the gameYou must followThat is the rule Rules decides who winsAnd who losesYou must accept the resultsThat is how it works The rules form the matrixOver which the game is playedGame cannot exist without itThe rule is the root The rule connects the playersIn the game,Continue reading “Rules of the game (Dharma)”

I will live my life tomorrow

Weary eyes squintafter an uneasy nightas the unfaithful curtains let in the unforgiving sunlight,sips from the bitter cup of coffeepush the dreams to the fringeushering in, the real worldfast enough to make you cringe,Lets get up and runthere’s a lot to be doneToday, there’s a schedule to followWait,I’ll live my life tomorrow Hurried footsteps overContinue reading “I will live my life tomorrow”

The green tent

There stood a tentWith the colour so greenon the side of the roadSomewhere in between Some just passed bySome stopped to seeFor it never stopped anyonejust waited in the shadow of the tree The wind straining on the fabricPickets fixing the tent to the groundResisting the urge to fly awayWaiting forever to be found ItContinue reading “The green tent”

She is the mother

Quiet but firmShe silently watchesShe is the mother Filled with emotionsShe hides with a smileShe is the mother She can shed a tearBut she holds them backShe is the mother From the shadows she emergedTo be a pillar of strengthShe is the mother

I am me

Bit tired, I trudge onDragging my feetMy steps too smallThe end looking farBrow dripping with sweatSome trickle down the eyeIt’s weary Bit worried, I am scared Eyes cast down Trepidations rise up the throat Filling the heavy beating heart Veins pulsate fear Permeates every cell It’s infectious Bit unsure, full of doubt Shaking to theContinue reading “I am me”

Pouring Rain

Pouring rain fallsLands on my shoulderI am drenchedin heaven itself There is a streamThat flows on my faceMy eyes and heartBrim up on bliss itself @warrie73 https://www.instagram.com/reel/CdtB1yRlqU_zuUtfoWLP0NDWc0eleNfRHFIqj80/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Work in Progress

Debris strewn Scaffoldings fixed All preparations are in place The sign is up for all to see The work is in progress The stones and shingles, reunite in the rolling concrete separated from their mighty father By exploding holes, filled with fire The work is in progress Machines still obey The hands that push theContinue reading “Work in Progress”

Tree Stands Tall

Tree stands tallwhere the seed fellrooted to the groundThere lies it’s existence Roots dig deeperNourishing the growing treeBinding it to the spotThere lies it’s existence Wind brought the seedRain drops buried itTree had no roleThere lies it’s existence Wind that brought itTries to take it placesTree stays, heavily rootedThere lies it’s existence It is rootedStuckContinue reading “Tree Stands Tall”

The rock splits the river

The rock splitsthe river in twoWhy did you do that?The rock was askedI am big and strong it repliedThat is why! The river flows on either sideLetting the rock be in the centreWhy did you do that?The river was asked.I flow eternallyThat is why! The rock won, they all criedRiver sang gleefullyRock is rooted, IContinue reading “The rock splits the river”