AuthorUsha Raman

My mind gets on to a trip,
When drowsiness unknown grips,
The movement of thoughts unrestrained,
I am in the world of indolence,
Absolved and unconstrained,
Sweetest slumber envelops me,
Soft, sluggish, cosy,
I descend into sleep,
Sleep shrouds me in vain,
It cannot remain,
Since the noisy whimsical world,
Breaks my transit into sleep.

( Sleep is akin to peace when there is no disturbance.)

    Pick up and findA cherishable moment you can,In a life so soreWith disease and death,Haunting our closet of delights. Pick up and findA valuable thing you can,In a life so vainWith nothing to retain. Pick up and findA permanent thing you can,Clear, crystal and luminous,In a life so defiant in purpose,Concrete and clear. ( Probing one’s life helps one to know its...

Listen to a cheerful ditty,
Of beauty blended neatly,
With a life of experience,
Misperceptions have no occurrence,
It is a world of fest,
Work is joyous,
Food is scrumptious,
Sleep is rest,
Free from pests,
Mind is free
Of hatred and greed,
Vain is mental beauty,
Without a cheerful ditty,
Fostering a lyrical life.

( Happy new year to all. Let’s begin the year with a ditty)

You jerk, jump and stop,All of a sudden, you get up,To a world where wisdom sways,Like a pendulum to and fro,It errs, leaps, jumps or falls,Zooms like a rocket into space.

Mystic is a scientific Tarzan,Muscled by a shooting imagination,The mind soars into dark space,Lighted by an anomalous grace,It probes the spatial mystery,Beyond human history.

(Mind has the capacity to soar itself into space.)

2 Boredom is a chore Which slackens the mind. Boredom is a plight, Which drags the fight. Boredom is the hinge, Which moves not an inch. Boredom is the settler, Who does not flutter. Boredom is the gum, Which sticks you dumb. Boredom is the tomb, Where interest has no room. Boredom is the culprit, Which engulfs dulpit. Never is a whore, As insipid as boredom. Boredom dwells in us, Indispensable...

The foggy avenue says
Nothing,
The twittering birds say
Nothing,
The meek God dwells to say
Nothing,
Dwell meekly to exist,
Exist like the meek
Creatures of the earth,
A worm from cow dung,
Dwells to say nothing.

Revolve and not revolt,
Revolve and revolve,
To stagger, to fade,
To whirl round and round
Into the oblivion.

( Sometimes we experience black holes in our minds. We enter into oblivion.)

The sunrise of a new day,Sparks off a new ray,It lightens me up in the morning,Loses its spark in the evening,Inspiration does not lastTo give me a soaring thought,A new prism to rise,Above the mire of a living mouseCrouching to eat the bowl of rice.

( Inspiration needs to be long-lasting to achieve one’s goal)

Life is an unknown trance, We live in a glorious chance, Uncertainty is unknown bran, Containing grain of life's plan, In a second dwells the future, A second fades into the past, Although the present is bleak, It cannot make the future leak, Splashes of laughter wash, Heavy heart in tension, Heart is cold, indifferent, Gaiety crossed by grim fate, Thought of what will happen, Makes the present...

Anger retreats into regret,Regret swells into anger,Anger burns in heart.Heart is a furious flame,Flame gives a torturous pain,Brings impetuosity in its chain,Baneful anger speaks in vain,Puts men of wisdom in shame.It wanes the wonder ofThe calm,The goal of life.

( Anger needs to be curbed for our well-being.)

Figures and contours fade,Black space is the glade,Nocturnal sounds are heard,Achinophobic mind, senses blurred,Will it be dark forever?Which route should I consider?My senses wither,As darkness gathers,It is a curious state,Thoughts have no gate,To open for glittering light,Decipher the truth bright.

( Doubts cause fear in our minds. we are not able to sense the bright truth.)