Face Mondays Through God’s Grace

Sunday evening by around six o clock
Thought of Monday, mind will unlock
Remorse feelings will surely flock
Happiness will be reduced in stock
Wasted Sunday will give a shock
Undone duties will come to mock
Enthusiasm will get a severe knock
Towards Temple, legs will walk
To have with God a nice pep talk
Evening will become slowly dark

Office burden will instill severe fear
This will prick our balloon-like cheer
Tomorrow’s troubles, how to steer?
Due to maturity, one won’t shed tear
“Especially the crowded atmosphere
With no solace to helpfully interfere”
Will make inferno come very near
Money-crazy noises falling in the ear
Will intimate hell is surely only here
All this confusion, who will clear?

Those superiors playing dirty politics
And adopting shabbily cunning tricks
Their taking in hands power-sticks
To put my innocence in a dangerous fix
Torture from morning nine to evening six
All those duties that really terribly tax
With full force to very cruelly vex
And though I give light, burning like wax
Against me superiors making lethal tactics
When will God end these people’s gimmicks?

Sudden waking up in the morning
With eyes to clock seriously turning
Now mind has really no mourning
A glance to Newspaper for learning
All old confidence soon returning
With no thoughts that were once burning
Towards job now my whole self running
Thousands of vehicles now horning
Giving to be careful a musical warning
All loopholes, my salary is surely darning

So many Mondays have so far come
One day, retired, I will become
Zero will be my monthly income
Though there will be no sad outcome
By very old age, I will be warmly welcome
Via limited needs, I will try to overcome
All problems that are tough and cumbersome
Experience will make my brain handsome
Mondays will not at all be irksome
But, will optimism and enthusiasm blossom?

I Ask, God Taken to Task

Enough agonies I have faced

To achieve in life vast experience

Only defeats I have embraced

Beyond the limits of tolerance

As a shattered soul I have surfaced

When will I get God’s benevolence?

Weeps my soul sadly always

Sleeps God showing no grace

Reaps only sadness my life all days

O- God- Please tell me the truth

Am I to suffer only on this Earth born?

Why my path is never at all smooth

And my soul is irreparably torn?

Towards me why you are so uncouth

Making me walk upon sharp thorn?

Reason And How?

This road is everything
This road is everything for me.
This road which I walk.
This road which will take me to my destination.

I have not chosen it,
I am not the one to choose.
It choose me;
Because it read my mind.

Pure,your heart is-
It has said.
“Let it be so throughout
You will reach there for sure”.

A promise I would like to keep.
A promise that will do me good.
A promise to be kept.
I promised,”It will be so”.

Like a small boy who just got a big candy,
I started my journey.
Happy that I choose-
The best way of all;That it chose-
The best in me.

But every story has a villain, right?
Like a friend it came,
Like a friend it stuck to me.
It is the villain, unknown to me.
Unknown to my pure heart.

It entertained me.
It has always made me smile
It is my key to eternal happiness.
It made me think so.

An entertainer,it was,true-
Only one to make me smile,
Only one,trying hard,
To-not make way for unhappiness
For it knew-
Darkness is the next visitor
Sadness will be my guest-
When it goes..

As time came,it departed.
A slippery villain to which
I could not hold on.
Love is so cruel.
So cruel that, it will-
Make a pure heart go black.
Goes black everything around him.
Impure, his heart is now.
When love goes;
When the villain goes.
It will make-
A pure man dark and
Walk in the Darkness.
love-the Villain.

Now-
In the shadows,he is to walk,
In the shadows,he is to ponder
Where? The sun lies:
Where? The shine hides:
He is searching.
To lift it to the sky
So that he can walk
Not in the darkened
Shadows of the dark and evil
Beasts around him.
But walk in the
Beautiful shadows
Of all the trees and plants
Around him.

The sun is he reason
Why he walks this road
The sun make him pure to the heart
I need it
I am still searching
In the shadows
In the darkness
For the sun.

A cruel villain gave me
An even cruel guest-
The shadows.
I will be in it forever-
Lest I search for sun.
So, I search and search-
In the darkened shadows!!

THE TIME OF RISING SUN

A hard time, my life was,
Yet beautiful,cant express it,
You’ll love,if you are here,
Because my life is love.

Had a reason to live,
Have a reason to live,
That’s why I live
This incredible life.

No, not one but many,
Reasons are many,
Study,love,be loved and ph, it will go on.
Had a reason to study,
Be the best,make the best.
Love everyone,no exception,
Loved everyone me.
Still there was a love,
Solving my unsolved questions……
Is she brighter than me??

For always I knew,time will not be good.
For always I knew,these were-
The time of rising sun.
For always I knew,noon will come,
And there will be a sunset.

Why am I walking with the sun?
Sun will set.
With that won’t I, too, set?
“Why are you encouraging me?”
“Because we love you.”
“Then why?”
“You’ll know.”

I’ve given them happiness
They wanted it.
Then why?
I don’t want ot set,
Iam not the one to set,
I’ve to live,because
Iam the one to live with them.

But won’t I die one day?

Still there is one thing missing.
Do you have that feeling?
You know the answer-
But I dont…

“Death?”
No it is much more valuable than death…

I remember them:”You’ll know”
Its coming. I think-
Yes it is. Now I-
know.Iwant to know the secret of death..
I want to see the mane of death..

An ambition that sprouted in me
A long time ago.
Now i know,that’s why
They were encouraging me
Now, I know, I’ve to go
With the sun
Into the sunset.

Iam happy for them.
They were making me happy.

Struggles in Life Solve Every Strife

Be it a worm or a whale
A purchase or a sale
A breeze or a gale
Struggle is a known tale

Surviving needs energy
Every soul has a strategy
To thrive is the psychology
This is done even by ecology

Inside body, struggles take place
Good and bad cells fight face to face
There is happening a deadly chase
Both adopt superbly innovative ways

Laws of the jungle are really bad
If one is glad another one is sad
Only this rule is now everywhere had
This is true though it makes mood bad

Man’s struggle is having no money
Bees’ struggle is theft of honey
In Moon’s struggle, Stars accompany
End of struggle brings perfect harmony

Labor pains lead to delivery
That struggle is the worst worry
Struggle has become highly necessary
Or else, life, souls can never carry

Struggle causes severe disturbance
Some end in Divine exuberance
Others end in life-long encumbrance
Joyful or sorrowful may be the remembrance

Every struggle has its own meaning
Through inscrutable laws God is cleaning
Think not present struggle is demeaning
Bliss is sure if upon God souls are leaning

Struggle is a journey without destination
It will not end by meek procrastination
To undergo struggle develop an inclination
Then in struggle will occur a declination

Struggles in life are part and parcel
Of a soul’s each and every body cell
Struggles’ happening is in fact Universal
Struggle in life die if will is colossal.

M V VENKATARAMAN