I have everything going smooth But I feel something I am missing
For no reason my mood is cloudy I aspire for things which others have and forget those things which I have and which others don’t have
I lose the beauty of life confusing the mirage in a desert as that of water and try to quench my thirst
I have a beautiful and dutiful life partner but in my mind wish I be the other’s partner
I have name and fame to feel proud But I envy others for them being proud
With Bountiful wealth , luxury and comfort I should have been the most happy and contended but I envy a beggar who has nothing to lose but has everything to gain when he happily eats the left over food that was offered
I fail to foresee all that I have is of no use when my health deteriorates and I lay frustrated for not enjoying life when healthy Set up of mind makes or brakes the charm of life
I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
A futurist virginity in black rose was seeking posthumous award for immoral kisses of thorns. Unaware of lethal thighs skipping the lunar landscape at night. Were you going to leap over the mountains curling across the glaciers of white pain?
Illusion! The lost wanderer Where does the path lead? An elegy, Lamentation of the heart A bleeding soul An effete relationship, Creeping desires Alas! Astonished lie all In search of “Sculptor” Lost in the wilderness Self despiciency Slight, a revulsion
Dream not happiness feel the happiness If unhappy now feel you will be happier later If happy now think you will be happy ever If in a composed mood maintain the composer while in Ecstasy as well as in turmoil
Take these hot pavements To my horizon of unborn secrets Beating down like a drum Never mind that scorching sun Together, we’ll run. The proliferation we seek Like a soft photosynthesis Blooming in this parched desert What do you think?
Evanescent be the vision I see, ephemeral be that which I seek.. But I search for I ought, for without it, I am but nought. Not for an answering soul, but for the manifestation of that which I conceive; a