Canvass of Life

Life is a blank canvass to be filled with color
Some are given brush of talent and competence
Others have to rely on hard work and patience
Whatever be the tool
Canvass must be painted and live life to full
When God handed the canvass and color in our hand
Some took action and some waited for instruction
Some filled it with bright color stripes
Others chose pale and dull strokes
Whatever be the choice
Canvass will shine and smile with poise
There are no good or bad portraits
These are just the reflection of our deeds and traits
So somewhere someone is making some choice
To some it leads to sorrow and to some rejoice
Whatever be the reason
Magic canvass will cheer with passion

In the whirlpool of cosmos

In the whirlpool of cosmos
Amidst the order and chaos
Man keeps looking for utopia
Wishing to earn the cornucopia
Unaware of Time’s twists and turns
Man keeps pushing in spite of burns
Holding fast his belief
Not stopping to search relief
In the endless quest of self
Man keeps trying beyond himself
The tired body shatters down
Still keeps moving on without a frown

Stream to River

Breaking all barriers, stream of water
Moves out of mountain to become a river
Circumventing path through mountains
Even cutting a few stones
Emerging as mere fountain
Keeps striving to become a river and meet ocean
When everything surrounds its way
Creating barricade and stopping its flow
It jumps down the mountain believing its ability
Hence nature rewards it with immense beauty
Having crossed hurdle of mountain
It finds itself in beautiful plain
The stream of water can not hold its giggle
It has found its dream with struggle
Nature is all amazed at its flare
The stream has finally become the river