Love

Love is a walk in the rain at night,
Two hands, holding onto each other tight;
Love is honey on a pair of lips,
Onto a tender heart it drips;
Love is a soft and gentle touch;
Your heart, a child's hand may clutch,
Love is a song that stains the air,
Dead or not, it's always there;
Love is both the sun and moon,
Across the sky, like stars, it's strewn;
Love is a tree of abundant fruit,
Giving and serving with every new shoot;
Love is a document, faithful and strong,
To one another, now do you belong;
Love is a river that rages with passion,
Finding ways to calm pools no matter the fashion.

Thoughts

Mother

My mother
She wiped away my tears
Showed me there's nothing to fear
Always used to boast
When she held me close
And always said
I love you

My mother was to me
Someone I could never be
That's ok
She was she
And I was me
That's ok
Whenever I made a mess
She never loved me less
Only more
If ever she gave me a test
I never really tried my best
I failed
I'm sorry
I loved you more than any know
Even when you didn't give me room to grow
You tried to shield me from the world
Like some great overlord
Thank you
Mom
You wiped away my tears
Showed me there's nothing to fear

Always used to boast
When you held me close
And always used to say
I love you
I'm sorry

Show me there's nothing to fear
Getting to boast
When you hold me close
But I will always say
I love you Mom

Bumps in Life

Sometimes the way gets long

And the sun don't light our way

And it seems that no one listens

To a thing we have to say

Our burdens, they are heavy

Our cross too hard to bear

So we hang our heads in sorrow

Sinking deeper in despair

Its just a little bump in the road

Its not a mountain to climb

Its just a small hill in our path

Its not going to stop us this time

Just a little bump in the road

Its not all darkness we see

It doesn't seem to be so bad

When we are on our knees

Sometimes the tears are many

And you don't know what to do

You can't make it another step

Life's takes its toll on you

You are so tired of marching

Just to never reach the top

And everything inside of you

Is telling you to stop

Its just another bump in the road

Its not a mountain to climb

Its just a small hill in our path

Its not going to stop us this time

Just a little bump in the road

Its not all darkness we see

It doesn't seem quite so bad

When we are on our knees

To My Self - Failure is Pending Success

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, 
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twist and its turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When they might have won, had stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a fain and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worse that you must not quit!

Start Where You Stand

A good motivational poem about leaving the past behind and looking to the future today.

Start where you stand and never mind the past;

The past won't help you in beginning new,

If you have left it all behind at last

Why that's enough, you're done with it, you're through;

This is another chapter in the book,

This is another race that you have planned,

Don't give the vanished days a backwards look,

Start where you stand.

The world won't care about your old defeats

If you can start anew and win success;

The future is your time, and time is fleet

And there is much of work and strain and stress;

Forget the buried woes and dead despairs,

Here is a brand-new trial right at hand,

The future is for him who does and dares,

Start where you stand.

Old failures will not hald, old triumphs aid,

To-day's the thing, tomorrow will soon be;

Get in the fight, and face it unafraid,

And leave the past to ancient history.

What has been has been; yesterday is dead

And by it, you are neither blessed or banned;

Take courage, man, be brave and drive ahead,

Start where you stand.

This Year Is Yours

New Year's or for anytime you decide to make a fresh start. It's amazing what you can accomplish in a year's time when you really try.

God built and launched thisyear for you;

Upon the bridge you stand;

It's your ship, aye, your own ship,

And you are in command.

Just what the twelve months' trip will do

Rests wholly, solely, friend, with you.

Your logbook kept from day to day

My friend, what will it show?

Have you on your appointed way

Made progress, yes or no?

The log will tell, like guiding star,

The sort of captain that you are.

For weal or woe this year is yours;

Your ship is on life's sea

Your acts, as captain, must decide

Whichever it shall be;

So now in starting on your trip,

Ask God to help you sail your ship.

Yesterdays Doors

Shutting the door on yesterday opens your mind and spirit up for today!

I’ve shut the door on Yesterday,

It's sorrows and mistakes.

I’ve locked within its gloomy walls

Past failures and heartaches.

And now I throw the key away,

To seek another room, 

And furnish it with hope and smiles

And every springtime bloom.

No thought shall enter this Abode

That has a hint of pain;

And envy, malice and distrust

Shall never entrance gain.

I’ve shut the door on Yesterday

And thrown the key away - 

Tomorrow holds no fear for me

Since I have found Today.

A New Day

We never know what life has in store for us. A new day brings new hopes and new dreams.

If life seems at its lowest ebb,

Because a day's gone wrong.

Let not your heart be troubled,

For a new day soon will dawn

And we can never be quite sure,

Just what it has in store.

Since each one is so different,

Than the one just gone before

As it penetrates the darkness,

With its soft and tranquil beams.

It calms even the most restless soul,

And brings new hopes and dreams

So when a days been troubled,

And the night is dark and long.

Lift up your fallen spirits,

For a new day soon will dawn

Rise Above

The world is full of people,
Content to be what they are
Who never know the joy of success;
They lack the will to go that far.

Yet in this world there is a need,
For some to lead the rest
To rise above the average life,
By giving of their best.

Are you the one who dares,
To try when challenged by the task
To rise to heights you've never dreamed, 
Or is that too much to ask?

This can be your year,
For great purpose to achieve
If you accept the challenge,
And in yourself believe.

Another Chance

often we wish for another chance
To make a fresh beginning.
A chance to blot out our mistakes
And change failure into winning.

It does not take a new day
To make a brand new start,
It only takes a deep desire
To try with all our heart.

To live a little better
And to always be forgiving
And to add a little sunshine
To the world in which we're living.

So never give up in despair
And think that you are through,
For there's always a tomorrow
And the hope of starting new.

Sunday

This is the day

when we get up late

we sleep even after the sun is up

when we dont have to run through the morning hours,

when we have a leisurely tea and 

sometimes even skip our breakfast 

to have a brunch

This is the day

when we read the newspapers line by line,

or glance through the classified column,

tune to the news channels to get a glimpse of news..

This is the day

when we clean our vehicles

when we clean our homes..

when we have an afternoon nap

This is the day

which goes so fast..

It is over before we realize

Where time runs so fast ..

This is the day

When the kitchen switches to a more active zone

When the kids sleep till they want..

when the plants in the house get some new life

This is also the day

Which precedes the weak to follow

Which crawls till the Saturday next..

The end of a week as well as the beginning...

This is Sunday...

Life

I was the sunshine that cradled your day 

that tried to push the clouds away 
I was the sand that ran between your toes 
when you were four years old 
that soon became the rain you danced in 
from seven to eleven 
And I watched you grow in the glow 
of a moon that beamed 
when you turned thirteen 
How unfair you thought I'd become 
when you turned twenty-one 
because you lost a few dreams 
But I stayed awake when you were out late 
I was the stars 'till you turned twenty-eight 
And when you found your love 
"the one" 
I was glimmer in the eye, the blue sky, the sun 
Then you turned thirty-one 
I became cloud, thunder and shower 
there weren't enough minutes to put in your hour 
You forgot how to dance in the rain 
'till you turned forty all you did was complain 
Then you took off your shoes 
and went back to the sand 
I was now the warmth of your child's hand 
At forty-three 
you spent more time with me 
You began 
to understand 
And when you stood fifty years old 
you stayed warm to me even though 
at times I was cold 
How close we grew 
when you turned sixty-two 
The breeze was I 
that hung your grandchild's kite in the sky 
And I'm sorry I made you sad 
when I took "the one" away 
But I was proud 
when you pushed aside that cloud 
and cradled 'me' in the sun 
for the remainder of our lives...

The Journey

Life is a journey filled with lessons, hardships, heartaches, joys, celebrations and special moments that will ultimately lead us to our destination, our purpose in life. The road will not always be smooth; in fact, throughout our travels, we will encounter many challenges. Some of these challenges will test our courage, strengths, weaknesses, and faith. Along the way, we may stumble upon obstacles that will come between the paths that we are destined to take. In order to follow the right path, we must overcome these obstacles. Sometimes these obstacles are really blessings in disguise, only we don't realize that at the time.  Along our journey we will be confronted with many situations, some will be filled with joy, and some will be filled with heartache. How we react to what we are faced with determines what kind of outcome the rest of our journey through life will be like.

When things don't always go our way, we have two choices in dealing with the situations. We can focus on the fact that things didn't go how we had hoped they would and let life pass us by, or two, we can make the best out of the situation and know that these are only temporary setbacks and find the lessons that are to be learned.  Time stops for no one, and if we allow ourselves to focus on the negative we might miss out on some really amazing things that life has to offer. We can't go back to the past, we can only take the lessons that we have learned and the experiences that we have gained from it and move on. It is because of the heartaches, as well as the hardships, that in the end help to make us a stronger person.  The people that we meet on our journey, are people that we are destined to meet. Everybody comes into our lives for some reason or another and we don't always know their purpose until it is too late. They all play some kind of role. Some may stay for a lifetime; others may only stay for a short while.  It is often the people who stay for only a short time that end up making a lasting impression not only in our lives, but in our hearts as well. Although we may not realize it at the time, they will make a difference and change our lives in a way we never could imagine. To think that one person can have such a profound affect on your life forever is truly a blessing. It is because of these encounters that we learn some of life's best lessons and sometimes we even learn a little bit about ourselves.  People will come and go into our lives quickly, but sometimes we are lucky to meet that one special person that will stay in our hearts forever no matter what. Even though we may not always end up being with that person and they may not always stay in our life for as long as we like, the lessons that we have learned from them and the experiences that we have gained from meeting that person, will stay with us forever.  It's these things that will give us strength to continue on with our journey. We know that we can always look back on those times of our past and know that because of that one individual, we are who we are and we can remember the wonderful moments that we have shared with that person.  Memories are priceless treasures that we can cherish forever in our hearts. They also enables us to continue on with our journey for whatever life has in store for us. Sometimes all it takes is one special person to help us look inside ourselves and find a whole different person that we never knew existed. Our eyes are suddenly opened to a world we never knew existed- a world where time is so precious and moments never seem to last long enough.  Throughout this adventure, people will give you advice and insights on how to live your life but when it all comes down to it, you must always do what you feel is right. Always follow your heart, and most importantly never have any regrets. Don't hold anything back. Say what you want to say, and do what you want to do, because sometimes we don't get a second chance to say or do what we should have the first time around.  It is often said that what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. It all depends on how one defines the word "strong" It can have different meanings to different people. In this sense, "stronger" means looking back at the person you were and comparing it to the person you have become today. It also means looking deep into your soul and realizing that the person you are today couldn't exist if it weren't for the things that have happened in the past or for the people that you have met. Everything that happens in our life happens for a reason and sometimes that means we must face heartaches in order to experience joy.

A Life Observed

Of cells too small to see,

Did you create uniqueness

And make a plan for me? 

And do you watch my struggles

Observe each rise and fall,

Is it your hand that holds me

And brings me through it all? 

Have I a single secret

A deed, a word, a thought,

That can be undetected,

Unknown, unseen, unsought? 

Such knowledge overwhelms me,

There’s nothing I can say

But ‘Search me, know me, test me,

And lead me in your way.’ 

Only Steps

Only steps which are Spirit born

will in the last day chime.

They burst forth from hearts that mourn

to glorify our God, sublime.

Steps not bathed in god’s blood

will only lead to fruits of flood.

Only can reach within

And change those steps once wrote by sin.

Down Life Paths

Many go down life's path with lofty plans

To amass a great fortune of houses and lands

And to live a life of pleasure and ease,

Thinking happiness can be found in these.

Others pursue power and worldwide fame

To be known by all and win their acclaim.

But those without God who attain these goals

Soon find emptiness remains in their souls.

They couldn’t find the happiness they sought

For it comes from Him and can‘t be bought.

If only they realized these things won't last

Since life is fleeting and will soon be past.

Wealth, worldly pleasure, fame, and power

Will all be gone at death's dark hour.

And beyond the grave when eternity begins

Those unsaved will be judged for their sins.

If only they would believe in God's Son

And repent of the sinful deeds they've done,

Then they could go down life's path

Not needing to worry about God's wrath.

They would have the joy they longed for,

Inner peace, contentment, and much more

For when their lives on earth shall end

Heavenly bliss would at once begin!

Conscience

bombed out and desolate
darkened stone walls
a man walks deep below
dripping tunnels
colorless; blue-black-grey
he opens his mouth to speak
silver sparks fly from his lips
illuminating the dank and mist-filled catacomb
silver and stark white, falling down around him
shards of golden light flicker through the tunnel
falling like raindrops to sizzle on the cracked floor
the golden light burnishes the cracked edges of broken stone
the silver sparks in white mist hanging in the dead air
the breath of hope
darkness ahead, a breathing blackness
the man's slight form surrounded by silver and gold
he walks forever
the catacomb stretching endlessly before him
as sparks rain down

Journey

journey of life  is a serpentine path
with twists and turns, and milestones
passing through varied terrains,depths and altitudes
stages from cradle to gravestone

journey of love is a saga of conflicts,
musical odyssey sojourned, with smiles and tears
strung together in a parody of melodious moments

journey of the sun over celestial expanse
is an arc of light, from the rising dawn to dusk, 
painting dancing silhouettes, showering molten gold,
licking dewdrops, rejuvenating lotuses and sunflowers

journey of flowing gentle river-
emerging from a glacier's frozen lips, as a waterfall
flowing on bosom of plains, as boon of fertility
overflowing its dams in rage, to bring ruin as flood
lastly mingling in vastness of the sea to lose itself.

journey of a flower from an unfurled bud, 
within curled green palm of calyx
to a blooming blossom crowning a stalk,
spreading fragrance and endowing nectar of reticulate veins
withering away on its throne or being plucked,
to lie in homage at feet of deities in a temple
smile in a bouquet with redolence and colors, 
to impart loving greetings in mute beauty
to lie as an epitaph of remembrance on a grave.

journey of a pearl from the womb of an oyster,
lying deep into hurling infinity of ocean-
comes out into the world to spread a smile
of alabaster opalescence, in a ring or a necklace-
drop of moonlight or morning dew, made priceless

journey of a kite made from alms of dead trees,
by dexterous fingers with loving care, to fly high above
with a string tied to its tail, it soars high with vagrant wind
trying to caress clouds and to kiss sun's golden lips,
resenting tied cord that limits altitude of its flight
snap of thread lead to its sad demise,
torn into pieces by fangs of callous draught.

journey of raindrop is a cycle, from earth to skies and back
moisture as vapour forms floating clouds,
condensed into raindrops in cottony bosom of smoke
falls to quench thirst of parched earth,
With orchestra of thunder and lightening 
rejuvenating leaves and flowers , washing away dust
and leaves at last, a dangling rainbow in its wake

The Morning Rise

Drink a cup of tea. Better if you can add cardamoms

and a bit of love. Go out in sunlight. Hug. Hug harder.

There’s always going to be shadow in a sunny world.

Rest sometimes. And while you rest, find a pretty

bird and click a photo. Share it with your grandmother or mother or dad

Before its to late 

Before they have left you here

Call them often. Talk. Tell them you look pretty great today.

Ask them how the feel

Visit them n hug them

Whisper. Whisper to yourself when everyone’s loud.

Listen to your inner voice. Express. Express your hopes

and anger. Comfort. Save that person from drowning.

Learn. Learn swimming. Feel. Feel the ocean and its

warmth. Warm your food when it’s cold. Share. Touch

the frosty field outside. Make a snowman. When

he melts, prepare a bed of spring flowers. Pluck a flower

every day and put in your vase. Make a home. Love.

Love unconditionally. Live. Live as if it’s your last chance.

Silence

The pen broke last night

when I asked it to go

wordless.

The night stopped being

scary to hide behind

my colorful dreams.

At the bus stop 

A guy covered his face with

a newspaper that said

Silence is healthy for

noisy souls.

The voice in my head

was tired finally

when I did not give

it anything to chew.

A squirrel wants to 

ignore me to enjoy 

solitude and wild berries.

I want to ignore it too

and breathe in the silence.

Yearning for Love

don’t have to spend time

in the mall, looking for the

perfect candle, and ingredients

of a pot of pasta for two.

You don’t have to buy flowers,

and scribble that unfinished

poem on the pages to show him

before your guitar finds right tune.

You don’t have to re-arrange

your life to bring old humors

that go well with old wine.

Love is not intensified by your

actions or absence anymore. It’s just 

an emoticon, multi-colored, heart-shaped 

and blank, sent in bulk even when you

didn’t deserve it or desire to 

stare at it to find reasons. In modern

world, they don’t sell meanings anymore, 

or dig deeper to match with your spark.

Just Abe Yourself

In a day you want none,

and the time that you 

crave makes a dull face.

You are not fun to be with.

You don’t gossip or say worse

things about better people.

There’s a hard shell that you

wear to protect yourself

from unpleasant weather 

and pleasant intruders, and

sometimes you laugh alone

on the humor of your dry grief.

Know that, people hate that,

you’re unfriended, for now, 

even though you shrunk 

to make enough space for the 

judgmental society that decides

to rotate around your solitude.

Scars and scarred of Love

Does anything 

cut deeper than love?

Like glory, your scars 

envelop your pride.

And the lessons you 

learn are fluffy, left to 

feed hungry philosophers,

and budding poets 

who spend extra words 

to seek meanings.

The Sunset

Some day it’s about the difference

between what I hear and what I see,

the grainy texture on the enlarged reality,

the gray things that sugary anecdotes hide.

Some day it’s about escaping to the ocean,

alone, because the world is preoccupied with

its lies and I’ve limited time for a true sunset.

This Is Why We Are Here

I put my head right in front of the blue light of the desktop screen,
my eyes set on various pages, one where the work is done, one where

the world makes friendship with perfect human beings, one where I secretly note 
down grocery list and things that I have to finish before it’s too late.

The real windows of the room open to a green garden, a few hummingbirds chase 
each other without knowing the world’s favorite words: stress, and to-do list;

for the life of eternity, they just have to be hummingbirds, beautiful 
and carefree. I have been thinking: this is why we should be here. To look beautiful,

and untroubled. To call ourselves carefree, like we all are gifted that way.
On my way back home, I stop my car when a group of happy ducklings cross

the road. Their proud mother looks back and gazes at my mirror where
the shiny evening sun watches its reflection once a day. As if it’s a routine.

Sometimes when I do too many things, please people, nurture words like kindness,
caution, family, I wonder if this is why we are here. To tag along with that routine,

and imitate someone else’s biography. To pay back for everything unwanted given
to us. I think it again, and again while sipping the evening tea, and touching old

photographs from the family album. What I often miss. The genuine love.
A letter.  A kiss on the forehead right before the most difficult question-answer

round where all my answers will be judged. A salty simple curry when my sore throat 
cannot swallow over-dried humors. I want some more, some more of those things.

Like the person who always wants numerous little things to make life a museum. 
Maybe this is why we are here. To fulfill those secret wishes that no one has to notice.

To chase them like hummingbirds. And call them yearnings. We are collecting, striding, 
looking back with our discontented eyes. We belong because of those longings.

My Silence

My silence is not my weakness,
It’s a pause, sometimes too long
when I listen to better songs on the radio.

My silence is not really an answer,
because I have been a seeker,
with a bag-full questions and an urge to wander.

My silence is not ignorance,
It’s around my knowledge, wisdom, breathlessness 
on the last few pages of the thrilling chapter,
and flowing on in this life like a river.

My silence is sound, sound of many things;
song of birds from the moonlit night,
grin of the green tomato on my porch,
music of the metal spoon in my coffee cup 
at five o’clock, whisper of the drizzles.
Sometimes so crisp that they make me dance alone.

My silence is a tale, of words 
from the world less known, of genuine smiles,
free fallen water that crossed miles, wild waves of pacific,
and cities that never learned to sleep.

My silence is a celebration, of colors,
of flowers of the spring,
cheeks that know unconditional love,
handmade embroideries on my grand-ma’s Saree, and 
the crowns of the woodpeckers that make me want
to try harder once again without fears.

My silence is not about leaving,
it’s about being here, brave and conscious,
striving more, embracing some, and knowing it all.

Life the journey

On the way back home
The sun in the rut
A prayer song in the air

At the crossroads
Near my eyes 
Two people in rhythm and love
Holding hands
The open sign on the cafe door
On its dark steps

A little girl 
Drawing a chalky face
First signs of evening bulbs

A curvy moon up above
No hurry to reach 
The ghostly silhouettes of night 
And no red signals to stop.

**

Have a great weekend, friends.

Relationship to name it

life is simple

we make things complicated

we meet we greet

we say hi

what happens next is based on 

our voice in the inner heart

our trust and how comfortable we are with the other 

the best is the risk we take to know the person from a strong instinct we have

then we wait and work on that relationship that has no name yet to name it later 

so tell me what u want it to be?

Love Poem

Sometimes I wonder what my world would be like,

If I didn't have someone like you in my life.

I come back to reality only to see,

That I wouldn't be myself without you and me.

I am looking forward to the future, hoping you'll be with me,

Growing old together and being happy as can be.

I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you,

I know all of the hell I've been putting you through.

I am so sorry, and I can't say that enough,

But I hope that's the last time it will ever be rough.

I love you completely, with all of my heart,

I will love you forever, 'til death do us part.

Note 2

Motivation

Note

The doors are gateways to greater opportunity

What lays beyond is in doubt

What have been laid behind is history

Knowing where you are currently and where you are headed to in life is a choice you have

Taking the next step is a decision only you can make based on the information you have

Nothing is impossible when you set your mind to it

Nothing can't be achieved when you have the attitude to do it

Now wake up

Get up

And move up

From

Amarjeet Singh

Some of my work