Spring lodge

 If god is the artist I shall be the arts of his list. Inevitable is the change and i must embrace Yet certain things aren’t right and are hard to trace For the essence being sold Gold isn’t anymore a gold Beauty isn’t real anymore As perfection is what i quest for Florists prefer fabric, not the spring bloom For it beats the frost after frost before the tomb So are the narcissists obsessed with beautician  Bespeaking my discontentment of god’s creation Today, the art-but-ficials stands with pride. Cruising the world and making the best ride While the legit arts imperfect, yet with beauty Befriend darkness and cocoons forever with timidity Narcissus, the epitome of beauty but wrinkles are real as it reveals And the imperfect moon, behind the clouds it conceals  But nature’s always the finest masterpiece. So shall I thus give my mind a lasting peace?

  And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

  Take me to a place far away, Where on every branch flowers sway A place where your dimpled smile lights up my day, And beautifully takes my breath away A place where we dine, With candlelight and wine Take me to a place far away, Where on every branch flowers sway A place where our hands meet, And we walk down the beach with waves touching our feet A place where I can hold your hand forever, And tell you I would be with you forever and ever Take me to a place far away, Where on every branch flowers sway A place where I can look into your eyes all night, And tell you everything's going to be all right A place where I can watch a thousand full moons with you, And say that I will always be there for you Take me to a place far away, Where on every branch flowers sway A place where I can say I love you, And never tire of hearing the same from you A place where I can hear your beautiful voice, And forget all the unnecessary noise Take me to a place far away, Where on every branch flowe

  A Gentleman as a Son - Puts in every effort he can to see a smile on his parents' faces A Gentleman as a Brother - Feels so content to see his brothers and sisters happily settled and blooming with vivid life badges A Gentleman as a Husband - Toils the whole day to ensure that want of luxury leaves no traces A Gentleman as Father - Overflows with love for his children and gives them the best of nurturing leaving no lapses A Gentleman as a Friend - Cries and Laughs together Funs and Frolics together making ups and downs of life seem as light and soothing as cool breezes A Gentleman as a Leader - Gives vision to the team and enthuses it to achieve brighter successes A Gentleman as a Citizen - Abides by the law of the land and contributes to the country's proficiencies A Gentleman as a Social Man - Absorbs not only his own pain but also of his near and dear ones without letting out shreds of agonies A Gentleman as a Person - Cares Respects Supports Smiles and Feigns overt streng

  The dark moon is rising No silver left to see The crone has awakened Her power flows in me The dark storm is coming The rain pouring down The thunder raises power As lightening takes ground The dark Queen is walking Her whispers call to me Ancient wisdom flowing Circling energies flow free The dark night is waiting Its lure a sweet bane Stepped through my shadow And I am forever changed

  The plain ground calls, Like drop of water falls, Offering bed of roses, A real or an imaginary paradise it poses, Below, I wasn't ready to break more walls. The blue bowl above remained visible, Reminding me to soar - it's advisable, A much more deadly path to thread, Many ascended, felled but I dared, Leaving my footprints there - indelible. Life has never been fair, A heavy oppression seemed to brood upon the air, Covered time and space determines our fate, Not a mere figment of a poet's fancy that you should hate, But I have made my choice like the wretched bearing Sinclair. I choose, my decision -going beyond the tumultuous sky, Bearing all the stifling sensation of pains, I still fly, Because in destitution, I see no sudden gleam of insight, Since I know only by flying higher can I see the light, With the inspired ray in my eyes, I need to try. I'm done dallying in maudlin regret over the past, Since my life is moving too fast, On a fathomless speed of movement,