From the yonder crematorium, the smoke from the funeral pyres
Reminds me of the impermanence of mankind and our destined exit
Though when pulses are live, the feelings of immortality runs through our blood
And until the last hour, little do we care to build for a life after death


The billionaire who sits on a cushion of money and the ragged pauper
Who begs hard to live for a day, the death shall level them both
And in life after death, the cycle of karma shall play its part!!!

God, give me the power to rewind the long trails of my life
Back into the blissful era of my youth, the time void of any strife

Heaven or a Hell

The sky above is just an empty space
And down beneath the earth and within the core
Molten rocks on fire, neither hell nor a heaven equivalent
And exploring for both, in all these ages, I failed to get an answer

But of late, I knew  that on earth do the hell and the heaven exist
There are those that reaped the bliss of the heavenly realm
And those that face the cruelty of the hellish spell
This world's but two in one, a heaven and a hell

A beautiful dream

Yester night, I had this beautiful dream
I woke up and rose in the heavenly realm
Surrounded by fairies in the garden of flowers
With their drew drops sparkling amidst rainbow colors

As I stood there basked in the bliss of heavenly joy
I lost the count of time until I heard the heaven's trumpet blow
And amidst a patch of white cloud, I saw a chariot descends
Painted in gold and adorned in emeralds, driven by horses that could fly

In seconds, the fairies lined to open the chariot's door
And in deep reverence, I held my head low and bowed on the floor
Until I heard a familiar voice call, 'rise up! my dear son '
And I looked up only to find my long gone loving mom

She held my hand and we walked across the heavenly realm
For hours until the night gave its way to the day
And I woke up all alone like any other day
But with a sigh that she lives there in my heavenly realm

You are your closest friend

My dear little son
As you grow to be a man, I have but this little advice
There is no soul that knows thou better than thyself
So be your own guide for each turning you devise
Do not expect to pick a life's guide from a store's shelf
For there isn't one that can best explain your own nature
And there, in your own hand lies the road to your own future