On the Road to Failures….

**** We always talk about our ingress into the world of success .
But have we ever thought about the Road to failures..****

So there I was on my road to failure…
Taking along a hefty amount of pill to cure,
Not me but my weak heart at all times
Because Man is one who can never change,

I met the Man of Err.
Sleeping on his Chair
To be woken by none
Because he is one who can never change

I did meet the Man of Truth
Who never bothered to offer the fruit
Which every Man yearned to attain-The fruit of Success
He knew I was lead by the Man of Err
Because He knew Men can never change

The road to Failures was not an easy one though,
Heaped with many a foe,
And few a comrade,
And my hope to succeed the stones of the road did fade,

Alas I did meet Man of Hope,
He did give me his fruit,
The extremely valuable one
Which none yearn,

But I did because on my way to failure
I had sowed the seeds of success……

By
Saru

NO title

I could not decide what topic to give it as otherwise the essence of this poem will be lost..

Stepping into this world with two impressions!

Helped into this world by you don't know who!

O man of little faith have you're cup of tea!

And believe in "me" at least to sustain!!!

The less of "me" the more succinct you are

"Me" the cause of you're worry

The more of "Me" the less abrupt you are

Not to wince you any further

"Me" the cause of worldly happiness too!!!

At you're ingress into the gate of mortality

"I" was not there but "She" was

When you r are alone "I" will be there if you think I should

And to tell u "She" will vanish!!!!!!!!!!!

You man of little faith, at the end of this poem I know you still dont have the "Me" in you and the "She" is there in you, because the"Me" is hope and the "She " is confusion

Now you r spell bound!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My very first blog in 2003

IT IS AN ADIEU BUT IT IS REBIRTH!!!!!!!!!!

I place my foot into this mud of knowledge

Before a river and now a tributary that I have chosen

That river of mine is stalked in me

I have bid adieu to my comrades and pledged myself into this new world

That laughter I left in my pre-birth will be in mind curled

I take up those soils and myself into renaissance

I hope happy would be a few more than those who are to me new

Or whom I little less know!

That would be a little too much I know you would think

I crack out from a nut into which I was previously stuffed

And now all on my own I am to fight through this strenuous sand dune I would say, puffed

Fight, fight and just fight it out that was the phrase I heard or

rather adage I would say to be precise

But when I entered this era

I thought...

No ! life is not so tough compete, compete and you have to!!!

(By a school student)