When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit - rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow - you may succeed with another blow.
......
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Wine, and the heart's nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and
The virgin kisses me and places me
Upon her breast.
I am the house of true fortune, and the
Origin of pleasure, and the beginning
Of peace and tranquility. I am the gentle
Smile upon his lips of beauty. When youth
Overtakes me he forgets his toil, and his
......
There was a faint whisper,
Just few paces behind him.
He struggled through the ruins,
a few paces towards the sound.
In search of life, Alas!
Silence was all he could find.
He stared towards the debris,
Which seemed never ending.
Beneath which was lying the entire city.
......
Poetry is man's inspiration
It's like a rhythmic flow
Of expression in translation
It comes into the mind
And is felt deep in the soul. Where does it come from?
Do you question the source?
And when it is written
Does it map out a course?
Do the lyrics lift up your thinking?
To give you a purpose for living,
......
Within the fiercest tempests lie
a zone of quiet, called the eye.
Where sky is blue and breezes light;
a world of peace ‘mid storm of fright.
‘Tis enclosed by a solid wall
of deadly winds, and rain and squall.
But inside that savage devastation
lies peace and quiet and, yes, Salvation.
......
The Gift
I woke—what a gift, this breath, this day,
The light, the dark, all come to stay.
Each moment, a thread in a tapestry spun,
Of sorrow and joy, of many and one.
Grief taught me how another might ache,
And in that knowing, a bond can wake.
For pain is a door, and love is the key—
......
( charge to cadets about to embark on a military career )
“We are the sea,” spectral voices said;
“We are the land,” spake voices dead.
“We are the air, and space as well,
and oceans’ depths where sailors fell.
We speak at the will of certain mortals;
poetic voices open our portals.”
“Remember well, you here in chosen glow
......
Advice to youth
In sailing ships of yore, on deck,
when you glanced up toward the sky,
if the sails were full and ship close to the wind,
then she was “full and by.”
You will soon arrive at the moment
to decide future and vocation;
that point in life to chart your passage
......
Within the fiercest tempests lie
a zone of quiet, called the eye.
Where sky is blue and breezes light;
a world of peace ‘mid storm of fright.
‘Tis enclosed by a solid wall
of deadly winds, and rain and squall.
But inside that savage devastation
lies peace and quiet and, yes, Salvation.
......
There is, there must be
Ample light at the end of
The tiring tunnel.