Desire...

Desire makes, creates, nurtures and destroys.
Desire is the energy, desire is the power.
Lest the urge prevails, nothing is possible.
Desire is that single factor that determines your path, goal and result.
It is the desire to achieve that determines the destiny.
It is desire that brings in war and it is desire that enforces peace.
It is desire that kills and desire that lives...
And lives in all of us in a form or the other
To make us realize that our existence is purposeful.

Desire is natural.
The day you stop is the day you die.
Fulfill your desires for your good,
For the good of others
And above all for the good of the divine system that creates us
So that we can have DESIRES...

Death

Death.
Will it do any good?
Will it end the sorrow?
Will it engulf the grief?
Will it bring me peace?
Will it return me love?
Will it make people happy?
Will it nullify my wrong?
Will it annhilate my grief?
Will it glorify my life, my right?
Death. Does it bring any good?
Does it impart any glory?
Death. What does it do?
Why should I be in such a hurry?
Why not live the life?
Why not enjoy the world?
Why not strive for peace, for love?
Why not correct my wrong?
Why not do more right?
Why not live and live
Till I have this wonderful gift of life...

Destined To...

Some things are best left to destiny.
Things you can not help.
Things you know you can not change.
No matter how hard you try.
No matter how long you try.
Choices you can not make.
Times when you have no choices.
Times when the wrong is your only choice.
Situations you can not explain even to you own self.
Times when your head aches with all those mute screams,
From the burden of those unfulfilled dreams.
The pathetic state of mind when you want to act,
Act to save your identity, your life, its very basic meaning.
But you do not know where to begin from...
When you can not find that small leakage
That constantly and continuously defalates your zeal.
Times when you want to run,
Away from everything that requires you to choose.
But your legs refuse to nudge,
As if they were in competition with some old eucalyptus roots for the depth...
Times when you toss the coin high up in the air,
Praying for gravity to become an obscure phenomenon...
Trying to figure out the second side of the mobius strip...
You get tired of scripting it all out...
You fail miseably,
You still do not understand...
Some things are best left to DESTINY...