Thursday, December 26, 2013

Build

Minutes, hours, and days pass
  So do weeks, months and years,
Build, build, build, and build
  And gain entry to Masters Guild

Unit by unit, block by block,
  Relentless effort like that of clock
Of precision, of reliability, and
   Elegance, came out of magic wand

  Ultimate Master, the Man is,
  A symbol of willingness to live
Spirit of Life, and the Sense of Beauty
  Bring life to a whole new Being

Monday, December 16, 2013

We have not forgotten you


It's been one year. We have not forgotten you. You may not read this, but I still want to promise you that our tribute will not be just in words or poems, though I would like to post this again for you.

An evening stroll with a friend,
  The invitation of horror and death
So brave you were, you lit up fire
   In the hearts of otherwise sheeple

Millions have endured the horror,
   And millions will endure the same
You stood as symbol of sacred life
   As testimony to brutality of society

Nothing can bring you back
   Any tribute might be insufficient
You were truly a light, a meteor
   You'll be in our hearts for eternity

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Let us Grow

Lustrous, Powerful and Majestic
Provider of Light and Life
Years, centuries and eons pass
You stand there and glow

Winters and Summers is what we see
Days and years because of you
Without you we would not wake up
Without you we wouldn't exist

Every insect, every tree and bird
Every man, woman and child
O Great Sun, we are your children
Let us grow, perhaps it is time

Monday, April 15, 2013

Where Mathematics meets Poetry

          Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty — a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture, without appeal to any part of our weaker nature, without the gorgeous trappings of painting or music, yet sublimely pure, and capable of a stern perfection such as only the greatest art can show. The true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than Man, which is the touchstone of the highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely as poetry.

- Russel
             

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Light


An evening stroll with a friend,
  The invitation of horror and death
So brave you were, you lit up fire
   In the hearts of otherwise sheeple

Millions have endured the horror,
   And millions will endure the same
You stood as symbol of sacred life
   As testimony to brutality of society

Nothing can bring you back
   Any tribute might be insufficient
You were truly a light, a meteor
   You'll be in our hearts for eternity



Tuesday, October 2, 2012

New Journey

Beginning of new Journey
   For soul, for all Humanity.
Not a fight of good and evil
   Great Transition inevitable?

What are we? Who are we?
  Why are we? Are we really we?
With all questions on definition,
  This is for eternity, and surely real.

May our hearts be clear
  Our determination strong
For all the days yet to be,
  Never again war, only peace.