Learning to live !

Is learning to survive more important than learning to live?

Food for thought not more than a distant dream,

Distant loud cries no longer give-

What when sad sobs could silently scream.

A further mile when forced to walk

Let out a shriek when saw His kingdom

In battered ruins lies floating in the loch

Too withered too weak to enjoy the freedom

A life of his basic needs deprived

He lives without a complaint

A lamp in the distance lives on twigs dried

God’s creation, maybe the last saint

Will fight his way, he has hope

A feeling so strong, so full of bliss

A seed into a plant he will develop

To live, not to survive, will smile amidst

-Appy. H Purohit(26/1/2011)

A Perfect 10 !

To be perfect it doesn’t

Always have to be a ten,

Sometimes where you haven’t

Searched, is where you find Zen.

The farther I am from the horizon

The sun does not get any smaller.

It’s his mercy in the Warbler’s song

Every step in a direction, is nearer

To be perfect you lose the real

In that race for the ten,

It’s just a number not a meal

Ah, forgot to say Amen?

Any number can be a ten

What counts is smile that appears

On your mom’s face, just when

Proud eyes roll out tears...

-Appy H. Purohit (31/1/2011)

Reminisce

Wake up to a wishful morn

A sinful day to follow

Alas it’s a night again

But soon it will be dawn

Pull a jumper from the rack

I know it’s on the edges torn

But you shall need it

When the summer winds are gone

Just as the sun beckons to call

Morning air fills the den

A sip of coffee and all’s forgotten

Long lost seems the dawn

Work! Work! Work! Shouts the head

A devil seems to be born

The office walls usually so quiet

Now seem to take in no more

Parks are empty children gone

You wonder where it all passed

A sandpit, a swing, a life

For This was it forgone?

Keys rattle the door opens

See the four poster where you mourn

A night full of tears awaits

I see an angel beyond.

A tear blurs your eyes

Let it go beyond

Followed by another cry

Let it remain unborn!

-Appy H Purohit (03/02/2011)

A Life Truly Lived !

A pebble rolled in a leaf

Floating on muddy waters

The sun burning high in grief

Poor thing, overlooked in disbelief!

A slow tumble a calm rumble

The leaf began to open,

The pebble in a stutter, a fumble

Brown now, the leaf began to crumble.

Holding on to dear life,

Tormenting for the first time

A little pebble in strife

With the world, a heavy price

Bidding the charred leaf goodbye

It is lost in muddy waters

No longer does it fear a flare high,

Gone forever in the blink of an eye!

-Appy H. Purohit (6/2/2011)

A key to all locks.

Every man for himself

A time bound key

Dwells on the top shelf

Too careless to see

Answers are found within

But still he tries to seek

What turns inside the lock

A jewel a master key !

Curiosity shall never be a sin

But for the certainty

With God shall be in kin

Will be what is to be !

Then why such anxiety ?

All doors when unlocked

A choice of too much worry.

-Appy H. Purohit (6:44 pm) (5/1/2011)

The end of the maze!!

I saw a girl crying in the street,

strechd my hand to help her to her feet ,

she gave me a look so ful of sorrow,

pierced my heart straight like an arrow!

I wanted to help her out,

wanted to ask her what was it all about,

her eyes were screaming out loud,

my heart could hear it weeping without a sound!

Then from under her rags she drew out her hand

the sight was cruel i couldnt stand ,

in a thousand pieces her heart lay,

in a moments time my heartbeats were taken away!

But i had to lead her out of this maze ,

would hold her hand and walk through this blaze,

bring rhythm to her song ,

Give her a life worth living and happiness along ,

Taking her towards the end of the maze i had known

tough was life for her onto her the maze had grown,

Still in search of the end i walk on her side ,

looking at her face i manage a smile still dont know where my tears hide....

-----------Appy H. Purohit

A moment with thee !!

Of what brand shall i talk with thee

Of the one for which i wasted me ?

Lament had been written,

For the one indifferent be.

Life spent sprinting Running for free

Tired legs dont stop for me

Harder and harder they slog,

Dieing every thump a blur i see.

Ship sinking not for a fee

Capt'n calming just a mood of sea

Lighthouse blinking shouting breathe !

Caught in a wave, a legend could be.

Beating heart and arms in glee

O dear child of almighty,

Thought in mind did the trick

Learnt to walk in running spree !!

Of what brand shall i talk with thee,

I sit by the talking tree

Counting buds frm which flowers will grow

Ah i can see no further than thee !!

---------- Appy H Purohit.

14/09/2010.