Patience pays off

I was this little seed,
planted amongst the weed.
Filled with bundle of excitement,
to spring up and breathe.


Lately I did realize,
that the sun is yet to rise.
Waited quietly for the star,
help sparkle my way to soar.


Finally it was the day,
sun let his shy at bay.
My heart filled with love,
to see my chimera above.


But then the earth about dried.
With no water around I sighed.
None to push me up from soil's clutch,
to feel the wind's gentle touch.


Ages later, there was water plethora
and farm filling with sun's aura,
But I still feared my dream vain.
The dream, that I will live again.


" Yes! You alone can do it!"
silently whispered my spirit.
So here I'm, the Banyan tree
under me Budha found his holy key.

Overambitious me

I was this little seed,
planted amongst the weed.
Filled with bundle of excitement,
to spring up and breathe.


Lately I did realize,
that the sun is yet to rise.
Waited quietly for the star,
help sparkle my way to soar.


Finally it was the day,
sun let his shy at bay.
My heart filled with love,
to see my chimera above.


But then the earth about dried.
With no water around I sighed.
None to push me up from soil's clutch,
to feel the wind's gentle touch.


Finally there was water plethora
and farm filled with sun's aura,
but I had no guts to dream again.
To dream, that I will live again.

Ipseity

In the darkest of nights,
a thought strikes

Who am I?
This anatomy? or the years?
my religion? or my heritage?
What describes me?
A paper of review? or my merits?
my customs? or my vogue?

Not sure if this midnight skepticism
will ever meet,
its echo even if it creeps,
into the blush of dawn.

But don't judge me by what to see,
coz what you see may not be me;
it may just be what the world wants to see.

P.S. The painting above is of Leonardo da Vinci