Lost

I want to work and make a living
I want to be rich and do many big things
I ignore your needs and leave you hanging
If only I knew what I was doing

I want to go places and establish myself
I want my books to be on every possible shelf
I push you aside and act like you’re not even there
Now I regret you not being here.

My concern is to always put food on the table
I’m providing this much because I’m able
My focus has drifted far away from what matters most
Now, loneliness is the guest, and I’m its host

Business, Work, Flights and Meetings
Are my excuses for hurting your feelings
I no longer value my priceless possession
And this whole things seems like an illusion

“The house is not going to pay it’s own rent!”
Is the message I harshly sent
When you asked for more time and attention
In this state, its clear I’m the author of my confusion.

Like a leaf that has strayed and is now withered
I sit here dejected and undiscovered
I wait to wonder “What does success actually mean?”
For I have lost my all. My love, My self, My being.

You are perfect

I'm short, I'm tall

I'm skinny, I'm fat

Complain about this and that

But that crippled boy who's only nine

Would wish he had legs like mine

I'm ugly, I'm shy , I'm young, I'm old

Complaints which put you in a sad mode

But that blind girl who bumps into doors

Would wish she had eyes like yours

I'm slow, I'm daft, and so not clever, I wish things would get better

But that poor boy, who's six feet under

Would wish he were alive

Can't sing, Can't dance

So rubbish at sports, I wish I would just die

The eyes of death are piercing like swords

Have a rethink and swallow your words.

Pursuit of Happiness

There’s no thought in my mind
And there’s nothing bothering me
I have no reason to run or hide
Emptiness is what mine eyes see

I have no emotion
Joy or sorrow, neither do I feel
I look as innocent as that everyday nun
But another extreme lies beneath this seal

Nothing seems to bother me
I have no fears or worries
I am like an empty entity
I rush not...I am never in a hurry

My body tires from this burden
Just make me float...Make me push less
Prevent me from committing eternal sin
I’m still on this path...The Pursuit of happiness.

A poor heart

Make my heart poor so that I won't worry about the latest things in fashion or the 'coolest' things to say.
So that I may only bother about those things that actually matter.
I don't want to have to regret not being at a party or a barbeque get together neither do I want to worry about getting socially pressurised.
I don't want to get bothered about holidays, flashy cars, vanity and every other thing that comes after. I want to be poor at heart and care selflessly for the poor and needy.

Make my heart poor so that, I may have no other refuge but my God. I do not want to get swollen headed by any excessive wealth or riches for I want to be contented with what necessitates my survival and my God.
I want to be seen with people who have a dream and souls as gentle as that of a lamb's. I want to be poor at heart and make a difference in the lives of the many who suffer.

Make me poor at heart so that, I may spend when I have to and not when I want to. So that, I may be humble and there won't be any room for oppression.
So that, I may walk on a path that is righteous. Make me poor at heart so that I may be a servant to goodwill and live the life which seems impossible to many... A Righteous life.

Journey through the world.

My journey starts with pain, troubles and sadness
I look at the world and I am filled with a strong sense of emptiness
My people hunger and die like mere beasts
And innocent children are death's main feast
Social injustice, Poverty, Crime, Wars are what I am surrounded by
But we can weather this storm, yes we can... Only if we try.

I walk on, my heart roars for peace and my world thirsts to be placid
For what I behold grips my heart and I realise why my world is in need
A seed of intelligence was sown into every man and germinated to be
Evolved into war, anger, violence, chemical warfare, terrorism and captivity
Bombs, bullets, and missiles fly from end to end up in the sky
Still, we can weather this storm; yes we can...Only if we try.

My journey draws to a close and I am consoled
For in all this chaos, hunger, and turmoil, there is still a productive fold
A fold of preachers. A fold of honest, brilliant, strong hearted and determined people
People who believe in change and can be referred to as redemption's main tool
And for the first time throughout my journey, I give a happy sigh
For we can still weather this storm, yes we can...Only if we try.

I walk no more, for my journey has ended
I reflect on all I went through... things I failed and those I succeeded
I surely failed to join them though I couldn't beat them
But I surely succeeded! My success is measured by the unending echo of this joyous anthem
At last we can spread our wings and fly high
For we have the assurance that we can weather this storm, yes we can...Only if we try.