Fleeting time

Fleeting time digs

a grave so deep.

From the spade of pendulum

which does sound like – tick.

Sometimes we throw the pebbles of delusion

into sediments of fate.
Which leaves us speechless

at the final end.

When a foetal takes birth

from mother’s womb by natal.

Its lip is soft like

a rose petal.

Gradually a child comes out

from it’s childish act.

where he has some dreams

which he wishes to turn into fact.

With each step, time throws

a dice of momentum.

Where our life does cross

jubilees of silver, golden and platinum.

After completion of a wish,

our trend is to tilt in the next greed increase.

But travel in the mirage of illusion

is a way to self perish.

Our earthly future preserves

the lap of mother- Nature.

But the irony is that

we become the predator of preserver.

Before taking the next breath

Let’s come out from the mental crease.

Be calm towards the Holy Nature

where one day you shall have to sleep forever with ease.

YOUR PRECIOUS PRESENCE

Inside the complexity of our brains are many thoughts

Our aims, our goals,

Our aspirations, our poetry,

Our desire to see

in the eyes of the Lord.

Confirmation that we are all the same.

Laying blame on others is shameful.

We all have our weaknesses.

In our darkest hours, lit by the tiniest flame

of the flickering candle, hope,
we need to search for those precious

words of wisdom.

Do not waste time –

throwing a dice

in a game of chance –

life is a chess game,

and only you are responsible for

the moves you make.

AN INSECT’S QUERY

I laugh

I dance

I sing

the songs.

On the soft

green branch

I stand firmly

with four legs.

But an unanswered question is

in my head –

Who says –
I am just an insect?

See my hands are

in pose.

Wings are

half spread of course.

My little mind is developing

a new life concept.

Who says –

I am just an insect?

Though, I know

my life is too short.

Yet, I’m filled it

with colorful art.

I live happily

without having any expect.

Who says –

I am just an insect?

I’ve captured

the flowing sands of time

and mixed it with cement

for a perfect wine.

Wine which may give

a wonderful moment ceaseless.

Who says –

I am just an insect?

Sometimes I’m racing

with the waves

to search the destination

of my self respect.

My existence in this world isn’t

by mistake.

Who says –

I am just an insect?

Bio

Durgesh Verma is a social worker in Uttar Pradesh, India. Currently he is working for the U.P. State Government Program- National Health Mission in Divisional Quality Assurance Cell. He is working as a President with the NGO- ‘SPARSH… TOUCHING LIVES SOCIETY’, (http://www.sparshtouchinglives.in/) at Varanasi in several fields. The aim is to educate primary level children so they may prepare their best future. He enjoys listening to all genres of music, swimming, writing poems in Hindi, Urdu & English, which may help lead to global peace and harmony.

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Durgesh Verma
Durgesh Verma is a social worker in Uttar Pradesh, India. Currently he is working for the U.P. State Government Program- National Health Mission in Divisional Quality Assurance Cell. He is working as a President with the NGO- 'SPARSH... TOUCHING LIVES SOCIETY', (http://www.sparshtouchinglives.in/) at Varanasi in several fields. The aim is to educate primary level children so they may prepare their best future. He enjoys listening to all genres of music, swimming, writing poems in Hindi, Urdu & English, which may help lead to global peace and harmony.

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