MUSINGS WITH THE MASTER......

Master: 

'What is your life anyway ?'

Ever scared that something will happen to you......some one will harm you......
Relentlessly trying to assert your worth...as if you were worthless by default.......
Guilt ridden every now and then........
Incessantly trying to impress, add more substance, manipulate, explain, convince.......

How have you gone so astray ?
How did you get lost in this falsehood ?

Come on....Son.......Its is time to return......
It is time for homecoming........

Disciple:

Why were you this late.......? ?

Master:

I was here throughout.....watching all along.....your zest and zeal......thought not to disturb...........

Son......early and late are for those who are trapped in the vexation of time.....we are birds of eternity........
Now flutter your wings.......chew this cane......let us fly.........


mashoodkk

LEARNING

Through sincere imitation
I stumbled on the art of being original
Through shameless acceptance
I started seeing glimpses of my naked face.

mashoodkk

LIFE'S GRAVEYARD

In the crafted mask thickly build
To shield in deceit the inner void
I saw worlds largest graveyard
Live souls gracefully buried.

Neither the agonies of angst
Nor the melodies of any zest
Only the gloom of self crucifixion
With no promise of a resurrection.

mashoodkk

Dedicated to the author of THE AUDACITY OF HOPE

Your Punishment or Our Crime ?

When I cannot do what my mind aspires
I blame my self......
But what if I end doing things which
I never wanted to.......
Am I the guilty or thee......
Is this disobedience your punishment,
Or our crime.....

mashoodkk

Secret of Beauty

When thou gets unveiled
What happens to thine beauty's glory
For it never can touch those zenith
While hidden within the cloaks of mystery

When they put the pen down
Admirers their gaze away
Thine hands and eyes may take it
For the comedy is over.

mashoodkk

For thine eyes I am an impostor

Neither did I change overnight
Nor could I, but for thine sight

Thine hands never came close to my veils
So tender is it that a gentle breeze suffice
And thou now accuse me of hiding my face

For thine eyes I am an impostor
Thou definitely art  no stranger
We all see what we wish to see.

mashoodkk

REFLECTIONS (3.0)

We all have our insecurities and limitations. But it should be our duty to ensure that they do not escalate into proportions that will inflict irreversible sufferings on others.

mashoodkk