Poetry

Unpredictable future is the spice of life.
Scattered are islands of joy in the ocean of grief.
Not ruled it is by any definite symmetry,
Shapes it evolves are not found in geometry.

Learn you have to to take life in its' stride
Or else, engulfed you will be in ocean of grief.
To be silent spectator is best way to enjoy,
You have to treat own life just like a toy.

Rat race you will notice going on around you,
Every body is running without motive or any clue.
Life passes producing zero on summing-up
Immovable n in any way at the end flop.

Fast is life they say in Mumbai- a metropolis.
No doubt in speed are its' trains n vehicles.
The Mumbaikar alas struggles to balance
Standing still in it bundled and facing nuisance.

Genius here is faced to dust and wasted
While the clever and cunning are often roasted
In glory and success to their feet kisses,
On them is showered all types of riches.

To know what is life saints did penance,
All the mortals' joys they had to renounce.
Dip themselves they had to in spirituality
To obtain on life celestial authority.

Glimpses of life ,may 've we lesser ones
As snap shots of a colourful landscape
Shot through windows of our motley emotions,
Fueled by our senses and helped by our ken.

-------     Ratnakar  D  Mandlik