In joy

Enjoy every step of your life
With moments of joy make it rife

Enjoy the murky ethereal clouds in sky
Spraying juice with vehement finesse

Enjoy the blistering smolder of sunray
Piercing us with its incessant glare

Enjoy the turbulent waves that swallow sea
Churning its way in tremulous glee

Enjoy things you see and dislike
For it makes life a trifle more worthwhile

A prayer

With hands joined I pray my dear God
The giver of this wonderful earth, my sweet abode

To you I look up in times of need
Hoping to gratify you with every deed

At times when filled with dismay
I looked up to you to show me the way

When fury overcome me and made me spite
I looked at you and knew the right

A world that feeds on misery and dread
I rely on you to guide my tread

Protect my family, my friends each day
With them my life joy lay

Help make my life so meaningful
Making time spent sweet blissful

Even the withering flowers solace provide
When I feel your presence by my side

To the Son

As I stand lost in thoughts
I hear the soft beckoning
Try hard to ignore the calling
But deep down my love gushes
As I am pulled towards him
His benevolent smile infuse
Serene happiness, as in calm agony
I surrender my will to him
Eyes closed I wonder who is it
The image so vivid, so true
O Jesus all along it was you

Arrogance thy destruct

Arrogance thy not stride
In life as I glide
On tremors or scaling height
Ensure not my path you blight

Arrogance thy not stir
Emotions in folly, anger
Of passions unbridled
That better lie unkindled

Arrogance thy not pain
If bereft or in gain
Of prudence smells success
Off this track not digress

Arrogance thy destruct
All that liven, comfort
Excess pride precedes fall
In obviation is good of all

The elephant phase

A rotund haze conjures form
In holy stupor I swoon
Holding hands close to heart
Eyes shut tight I swivel

Of a being on the mouse
In corpulence no worse
Flowery essence permeate air
Seeping in the holy flair

Swallowing the chakra
Of your uncle, you tease
Clasping ears cross-handed
Holding you in splits appease

O, lover of orchard produce
You savour them and ladoos
Touching the nimble feet
In absolute mirth I seethe

You taught us of a world
Your parents, your universe
Worship them, pray to them
The victor you my supreme

Unceasing devotion I profess
Never undulate my verve
In fervid vigour I serve
To success, you my access