MY DESTINATION

They say, destination is fixed
before the birth of a man;
but still today I don't know
about my own destination
here n hereafter.

I don't know whence I sprang
nor where I have to go hereafter;
n in the blindman's alley
I'm absolutely lost,
assailed by doubts n distrusts.

Rudderless I drift away
on the shoreless waters of Eternity,
being buffeted by the bellowing waves
n the wildly whistling wind
from all directions.

Knowing nothing about my destination,
I lurch back n forth
with a distracted mind,
collecting weeds n pebbles
on the floating surface.

THE DOOR N THE MIRROR

Build a house
n fix the door.
Nail the mirror
in its place.
Let them look straight
at each other' face.

The visitor comes,
the door welcomes,
opens its arms
to receive the guest.
But here begins
another quest.

Faces ugly or lovely,
dreaded or undreaded,
repulsive or fanciful -
nothing escapes the mirror.
The glassy sentinel unmasks
the emotions of the comer.

The vulnerability of the door
Is guarded by the mirror,
Envied by all, they
serve best their owner.
They ever keep in mind
his fame n honour.

One day it so happened-
a storm rattled the doors,
n sent shudders to the core.
The door suddenly creaked,
n the mirror cracked,
n falling apart both shrieked.

SUCESS IS LIKE CLIMBING A TREE

Success is like climbing a tree -
a smooth, slippery tree,
One step up lets two steps down -
down n up
up n down
then u feel like a clown.
Even a slight hope of reaching
a crotch or a foothold
eludes you like a mirage.

If you are still daring,
n thru skill n strategem
somehow cross the hurdle
n reach atop the tree,
you are really very lucky.
Nothing succeeds like success.

But that is not all,
as the majority can't reach there.
Most still strive n scratch
at the rotund bottom,
with chances of slipping down
n breaking their vertebra.

Hare Ram! Hare Ram!
The shriek sound breaks the calm.
The climber in great agony
demands lotion n balm.