I love how sparkling water moves through a stream,
so random, chaotic, even playful in the sunlight,
but always blindly pushing toward the sea.
And I love how it meets every obstacle without complaint
going around, over, or eventually through even stone
while gently humming a simple, joyful tune.
And I love the cool air under the surrounding trees,
and how small birds sing and flitter about.
Life should be joyful they seem to say.
Once, overlooking the Grand Canyon,
......
Patience is maddening
Are we not to know what is to come of something? Are we subject to only what is?
Or are we able to bring forth what is not from that which is?
Patience is maddening.
we long to form, to create, to take what what is ours. But what is ours? What is ours to form, or to create? nonetheless what is ours to take?
......
तू इंतज़ार कर,
सही मौके का
इंतज़ार कर,
जीवन संघर्ष है
कभी ना ख़त्म होने वाला संघर्ष,
जब तक जीवन है ,
तब तक संघर्ष है।
तू भी ज़रूर पाएगा ,
जो तेरा होगा।
तू इंतज़ार कर
......
A quiet ache lingers in the stillness,
a breath held between moments.
Time stretches, taut and trembling,
its edges blurred by longing.
The world moves,yet here it pauses,
each second heavy with absence.
In the waiting,there is a presence-
a shadow of what will come.
......
When trials come, for come they will,
Be patient if you can,
Avoid them if you have the skill,
If not then play the man,
And bravely face the howling blasts
And wait until the storm is past.
Annoyances are hard to bear,
And so is racking pain,
And fretful, nervous, carping care,
......
A quiet ache lingers in the stillness,
a breath held between moments.
Time stretches, taut and trembling,
its edges blurred by longing.
The world moves,yet here it pauses,
each second heavy with absence.
In the waiting,there is a presence-
a shadow of what will come.
......
If patience isn't used, only losses get produced,
Patience is a bait to reduce problems' weight,
If patience is lost, scope for loss is damn vast,
If patience is ignored, only losses are, scored !
M V Venkataraman
In a whirlpool of emotions
None of which that can describe
My current frame of mind
Letting me get lost in this trepidation
Vicious words slowly tumbled off
Making me anxious enough
Truth be told none of it would matter
If one shall retreat and forget
But patience isn't the quality I possess
......
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
......
I choose patience
over talents