Chance

People love you and hate you,

When in favor, they call you serendipity,

When against, they call you misfortune;

They rant you are whimsical,

But it is they who are hypocritical.

Be it a king or a beggar,

Be it a saint or a murderer,

You don't give a damn!

You treat them fair and square,

The thankless judge of the universe.

They call you an agent of disorder,

Oblivious, that you create the ultimate order;

In the game of dice called the universe,

Your permutation and combination,

Paved the way for Life's creation.

Life will be unexciting,

If everything was predictable;

You make this drama enjoyable,

Adding variety to make life spicier,

Oh masterful script writer!

You go by many names,

Luck, fortune, fate, destiny,

Will you reveal your real name? Probably.

What are the odds?

Some chance...

The Song of Darkness

Darkness isn't new to you,

In the warm dark womb,

You were a tiny spark,

Oh silly creature of the dark!

As the night gently descends,

It sharpens sensations, abandons inhibitions,

Come, explore your deepest desires,

In this mesmerizing masquerade!

Discard your solemn sober identity,

Be who you always secretly longed to be,

Turn enchanting as you can ever imagine to be,

Slither into the dark cloak of mystery!

Take darkness as your master,

Grasp the enigma of dark matter,

Delve into the depths of the mind,

Powers beyond imagination you can find!

Why fear darkness? what's there to be afraid of?

The universe is  a vast dark space,

Darkness reigns supreme, it is the grander scheme,

What are you waiting for? Jump into the dark abyss!

And land on the dark side of the moon,

Lose your senses to the haunting tune,

Of the spellbinding music of the night,

Come live your fantasy, with the spirit of ecstasy!

Impromptu

I see the world turned upside down,
In this quaint lakeside town,
I see white clouds on the ground,
Making their way skybound,
Joy splashes in the heart as the water falls,
I see this spectre of nature, Niagara Falls!

Hope

Moments occur in life when,

The body would swoon,

Like the waning moon;

The heart is engulfed,

By the darkness of solitude,

Making even your shadow elude;

The mind is gloomy,

Like the winter sky,

Vision obscured in murky waters;

When your actions,

Have no traction,

And meet a rocky dead-end;

Those moments shall disappear,

When the crescent of hope appears,

And illuminates the mind;

The waxing moon, a clear vision of hope,  

Its gentle white light vanishes dark sorrow,

And gives you back your shadow;

When the spring of hope looms,

The mind shall swiftly bloom,

Like the enchanting lotus from the dirty mud;

When hope takes root,

Through the rocks it shall shoot,

And your dreams shall bear fruit.

So near yet so far

Perfect full moon at dark night,

Ripples break to infinite pieces,

The moon and the lake's heart;

Still waters give back the moon,

And the lake's heart brims with joy,

Though ephemeral and fleeting,

For the lake it is soothing,

As it is always in anguish knowing,

It can never have the lovely moon.

Night ends and dawn breaks,

Shining silver turns to sparkling gold,

In the lake's pristine waters,

Blooms the pure pink lotus,

Atop a green carpet of leaves;

However deep the water desires,

It can never ever caress,

The bright beautiful lotus.

Like the lake that yearns for the moon,

Like the water that longs for the lotus,

I am in agony, my love,

You are so near yet so far!

Unconditional Love

There is no life without love,

It started with our first move,

Out in the world from the mother's womb,

Parents were our universe, showering love on us to bloom,

Father the guiding sun, Mother the nourishing earth,

Of protection, care, wisdom there was no dearth;

Venturing into the world, without knack,

We grew up with close friends, the wolf-pack,

Bodies growing taller and stronger,

Bonds with bosom buddies deeper,

In our vision every single day, we were so near,

Yet the cunning thief time, stole those pals afar;

Out of the parents' cocoon, the silkworm broke free,

And the moth flew out with glee,

With verve, in search of true love,

The precious silk it did, indifferently shove;

High on the potion of youth,

That causes amnesia of truth,

It was attracted to flowers so spectacular,

Got drunk on their intoxicating nectar,  

Heart and body filled with joy,

Little did it know it was decoy,

Flowers had a hidden motive,

Create an illusion highly deceptive,

For romantic love maybe fickle,

And leave the heart brittle;

The silk left behind, woven into a welcoming home,

Brimming with the love of the enlightening father,

And the love of the nurturing mother,

Love, unconditional and selfless to the core,

The eternal love of the waves and the shore!

Muse

In an orchard of apples, fresh and red,

A bird so pretty, perched attractively,

Feathers coloured spectacularly,

Singing a sweet melody unheard,

I saw you!

Like the touch-me-not, so meek,

The face tilts to the side gently,

Eyes look away from mine slowly,

Cherry blossoms in the cheek,

You blush!

A coral oyster in the sea,

Opens gracefully and I swoon,

The fleeting pearly moon,

In a cloudy sky I see,

Your smile!

Seductive twin dunes cover,  

A nourishing oasis beneath,

Fish tail of a waist my hands can wreath,

One look, a sensual high takes over,

Your womanly curves!

Slender and graceful in no small measure,

Those legs put flamingos to shame,

Perform an elegant ballet of fame,

Give an attractive posture, hide a pleasure treasure!

How lucky am I to stumble upon this beauty of nature?