Textures In The Sand

Wild flowers don't complain
About infertile ground
They are just thankful
For the sustenance
From the sand

For it gives them
The strength to stick around

Life Lessons

How awesome is it
That when you sit on stairs
You have no option
But to look at
Where you came from

It's a gentle reminder
To always remember
That what goes up
Simply has to come down

God's Visiting Card

There are men who lead us astray
With promises of temples
In stone, concrete and clay

Little do they know that
The finest temples
Reside in hearts and minds
They don't get in another's way

Solitary Confinement

Right now I am
All alone in this
Bleak landscape

But the moment
Another drop
Joins me

We'll have made
Our great escape

Opposing Views

You don't agree with me
Nor do I with you

But we can still exist
Side by side

Each entitled to his
Own point of view

Shining Through

No matter how dense
The forest of opposition
That's out to block you 

You just be like the rising sun
For sooner or later
Its rays just come
Shining through

No Onions Today!

Don't think of me as
Any other ordinary vegetable
For while I may be sold
On the humble pavement

I have the power to bring
Tears to the eyes
Of any incumbent government