World is a mirror!

How the world looks!
is it beautiful & shinning?
or its awful and mourning?
is it glamourous with worthy hearts or
its vulgarous with icky thoughts.

Whats your mental picture
Thats how the world looks!
World is a mirror and
you see it as how you see it!

World is filthy
and no one is nice.
People dunt deserve
to survive this place.
you are a bandit
and malice is your love.

World is blank
and nothing got meaning.
you see a pond & you see a pot
but you long for a third hand
to quench your thirst.
you are a pessimist
Wonder why you have a wrist!

World is bad,
God! it betrays & cheats.
No extant honest souls
and no one to trust.
you just complain and
fail to realise
what you gave is
what you got.

World enthirlls!
Even dark has chroma.
Ignoring the thorn
you enjoy the aroma.
you are an optimist
can defeat any trauma.

Souls are many, who
had one when you got two.
Appreciate the bounty
instead of pining for the third.
World is beautiful
you see it as how you see it.

Grey Hairs

Magnific presence of nature
Pleasing sonance of music
Majestic bluster of waves
Amusing innocence of sprouts
These things amazes one as
Classic romance of ripe fruits.

They evince love and care
admiring their wrinkled face.
Their romance lasts for ever
endlessly with unequalled grace.

They speak loudly quiet
conveying through eyes!
Very much unlike a poet
striving hard with lines.

As they grow older
they grow younger.
What say about ages!
aint they mere numbers?

Cherishing the immutable
memories of the past.
Only their hairs have
decided not to last.

Close is the word chosen to exclaim
how close they are,but
Close is no way close to explain
how closer they are.

Thier love set an example
for the forth-coming pairs.
Serene our lives will become
if we follow those grey hairs.

Dead man speaking!

Blind dark that night was
Like a damsel's untied hair!
Wind caressing the petals and
trying to have an affair!

Arose from grave
a lunatic dead,
Glancing all around
to say the unsaid.

There came an extant
ought to be a human.
Got trapped in sight of
that would-be demon.

Time seldom moving
Much to the desire!
Dead man started teasing
the human to perspire.

Craving for slumber
Struggling to work
Munching for hunger
Pretending to smirk
Bite on behind
Succumb to luxury.
Above acts wont feature
In dead man's dictionary.

Wagging war for peace
With a nuclear toy!
Loving people for cause
thats a terrible ploy!

My world or the yours.
Which is better?
will you say mine or
ur lifeless gutter!

Asked the dead man
expecting a reply!
Fully satisfied and
his joy to multiply.

Human's silence
prevailed long!
like an embarrassed guilt
who did wrong!

Got sick of humans
and their kindness,
dead man creeps back
scorning their blindness!

In the Mirror of Dreams

He saw him
Only He saw him
In the mirror of dreams
Its Him it seems!

His eyes saw
his eyes see
A swarm of beings
making him glee!

Decorating his throne
Just by his presence
No one to mourn
When he governs!

Flute he plays
Flowers to walk
Fancy he stays
Leaving others to talk

Lions he tame
Swims with Shark
Even the dogs he pet
will fear to bark!

Palace he lives
wives are many
Fruit he diets
With milk & honey!

Broken the mirror
with gush of water
He opened his eyes
loosing its lids to falter!

He saw Him
Not in mirror of dreams
Was fainted in streets
In search of breams!

Can nature offer better!

Awake from sleep
Morning dew that glitter,
In Lights that sweep
Can nature offer better!

Flowers are silly
Envying each other,
Lotus argues lily
that she smells better!

Trees are wild
Tall and strong,
Breeze, their master
Whistles them a Song!

Like saviour of world
Stand big Mountains,
Lush green wraps
our memory ever retains!

Water takes on wind
And roars as beach,
Sky shares its skin
as far as it can reach!

Twinkling diamonds
sown in sky's clay,
winking to ridicule
my wish to play!

Lanes of colour
Invites me to fly,
Whose Idea it is
to lay roads on sky!

Open up the shutter
And enjoy the nature
Cant ask for more,
Can nature offer better!

PS: I wrote this poem in one of the job less days in IPG and submitted @ poetry.com. Afterall time was spent may be worth.
I used to write poems in Tamil right from class 6 ( When I was wiser )

Amateur Blogger

My motto of blogging is not to record my sadness/grief if any and read later to feel much more sad.Rather, I want to record beautiful moments, things/people made me feel great, my family, my freinds,my love!& myself.Moments tht I made others happy! Cant afford to dillute these memories !

Dunt have much to say as of now as I let it dillute till now...humans learn from thier mistakes and I am very much like them...I am human too ;)