Journey For the Elixir

Kid, fed up by their stories
Set out for his journey
Into the moonlit terrains
To uncover his mythology

Swam through the venom of death
For the elixir of life
A new vibration in breath
Fragrant existential pride.

mashoodkk

MY LITTLE HOME, MY BLISSFUL ABODE

All mine eyes wanted to see
Was their ovation before me
But when the time came
I was blind sublime

All my ears longed
Was their applause aloud
But when the time came
I was deaf sublime

I ran the wrong race
Lost in many a maze
But in the lap of destiny
And the angel of honesty
Took me home
My blissful abode.

mashoodkk

SPIRIT OF LIFE - AN ELEGY

Poems from the pages of life
Cannot always afford the luxury of rhymes.
Yet a few, out of stray pebbles
Creates structures that delights
Thou art one among them rare, Steve
A music to the spirit of life, addictive.

mashoodkk

Musings on Steve Job's Stanford Address

Throughout he is trying to say something......saying the same thing in myriad ways.....

Is it so?

THE IMPORTANCE OF HAVING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE
......with which one could metamorphosize anything.....be it a colorless childhood....a blank youth.....fall from grace .....or even death.....

I think so.

What struck me more was that he was trying to convey that they are seeded in things which "science cannot capture".....at least in its entirety......

After all Steve Jobs does not seem like a person who would walk seven miles to the Krishna temple, just for a free meal.....

Anyway these are just personal opinions....
After all "We are all gonna be dead soon. There is no reason not to 'speak' our heart"

RIP Steve.

mashoodkk

SWEETNESS OF PAIN

Even pains are sweet
If we know the art
In fact pains are sweeter
Like a bud with nectar
It bears in its womb intensity
And can blossom into beauty.

mashoodkk

A SPIRITUAL REUNION

With all my morosity
You never deserted me

To all my apathy and rudeness
You replied in eloquent silence

Yes..many times you did sob and weep
I saw those tears while you were asleep.

The books I flirted with
Instead of your warmth
Never had any answers

Here I return to thy bosom
For the breast milk of wisdom
Give me an embrace
Accept my apologies.

mashoodkk

INTENSE LIVING

If I had the faintest idea,
Of what I was longing for
I would have searched for it.

Strange is this language
Intense is this thirst.

A melody from somewhere far
Kindling the core of my heart


With burning passion and blind eyes
I am after the source of my unrest
My inspiration, my salvation.

mashoodkk