POEMS and PENCILS

POEMS and PENCILS

Scribblings by Tadam

Death

When it comes

No one knows.

It’s like Nature,

Unpredictable

But certain.

One who fears it

Doesn't know

That this isn't the end of life,

But the beginning of a new life,

Full of freshness.

‘Death gives us eternal peace’

The Greats say.

‘Death gives us great pain’

The common men say.

But what really death gives us is

A new chance

To regret the things we have

Done wrong.

And feel privileged for the good deeds

We have done.

To feel grateful to the Almighty

That He gave us a chance to live

As a human being.

Death is not contradictory to life.

It’s a new beginning

Of a new you and I and us.

Let's not fear it.

Enjoy it

As the final kindness of Life to us.

And that is certain.

I will be I

Someone says I think too much.

Someone says I talk too little.

Someone says I walk too slow.

Someone says I am useless.

I don't mind them saying that,

Because that’s how I am.

No matter, to change it how much I try,

I will be I.

Nature is unchangeable,

We are born to act as Nature wants.

That's why chalk is white

And fires give light.

Sayers will say,

Whisperers will whisper.

Teachers will teach

And flyers will fly,

And I?

I will be I.

Mirror Mystery

Mirror- mirror

Tell the truth,

Left is right and

Right is left

In you.

Why?

Do you show the truth

Or not?

Do you show the same

Or you do show the opposite?

The things you show are

So similar,

Yet fully contradict the real.

Are you truthful

Or do you display an illusion?