In God's pot

   In    God’s pot

In   God’s well  augmented

  Pot,   Unbiased, unequivocal,

Just  as  straight  from  Heaven’s

Bounteous, long  spell of  showers,

Rains   splashing   Unto this   eddied

 earth,  Yesteryears’   seeds, saplings,

Today’s  sweat   and toil,

Tomorrow’s Sunbeams    flourish ,

Blossoming  flowers   boom ;

Her  smile  of   returns,

Many   a  sickle   in   queue 

 to  knock  and  Trespass  the   yield.

God’s  pot   cares  less.

                                  

Life is ..

  Life    is.

Life    is a    blithe  spirit                                                    

Circling ,  soaring   higher,

Methought, suddenly                 

In  a   swoop  drawn  by 

Many   spooky    arrows,

Dives   to   this     earth,

Wound cuts  still  pierce,

Make  it  bleed,            

Some  sage in  a passerby

Soothes  with   medicinal  care,

In  another  event, this

Wheel   of  life   racing ,

But   too  many  stumbling  blocks

 Clustering  speed  breakers

Dismantle  the  wheel of 

Commercialised, uncheked

 Wheel Now  comes off,

Awaits  a  fresh  lease of life.

 Both   eager  to  take off.

                                                                                                    

                                                

November Rain

                     November   Rain

It  falls, roars, straight  into   the

Pitted, rough  earth, uncompromising

Like   Karma’s   axe  on the  targeted;

                               

They    are    Heaven’s  darlings ,   dual 

glossy  layers, both    merciful   and merciless,

rummaging    through  the green  and sheen,

I n  November’s   seasonal,  unfailing    

Rain, no  puddles  ,splashes,today,

For  I am indoors, glued  to  my  seat,

 your   indomitable  spirit ,catches  

the  high-spirited   of  the  foamy

flow     on the    open    roads,

you  pen  on the  closed  chambers

of  man  who is     reeking    and reeling

on  the  puff  of  his  ugly  soaring   desires.