Love and Hatred

Most know not what it is to love,
for never they tasted bitter of loath.
A few in the past did taste it,
and penned their vengeance for it.

Hatred stands strong and tall,
between man and man, and heaven and man.
Love is a cleft in the wall,
a hope to heaven for all and man.

From the human world till this wall and cove,
the path is the least walked upon ,
for not it is route of roses ,
but a bed of thorns till infinity on.

Those lured by the heavenly grove,
did walk and bear thorn and woe.
Reach did them the grove of love and dove.
And, stay still them, where we would not go.

I read those, who made it there,
into the heaven of peace and gay.
They say, “Allegories of peace everywhere,
truant were the signs of disgust and dismay”.

It was joy to read what they said,
And would be splendid to do what they did…,
But deprived and declined we are of this dream,
as coy are we to leave this human realm.

Need is for those who care not the fate.
Need is for those who can make the cleft a passing gate.
Need is for those who can fight the hatred vice.
And, need is for those who can unveil the paradise.

For man and beast and every mole,
for those who dream the lovely garden,
but cannot stand the foe and woe with their soul,
let them clear this path, the one scarcely trodden.

Let them break the hatred bind,
Let them form the human bond
Let their pluck light coward and blind,
Let them help all see the paradise beyond.

Honey is found in flowers alone,
love is present every around.
Tender hearts and noble souls can alone
dream and dare world to be bound

Love not anything except beloved.
Hate not anything except hatred.
Beloved is everyone to someone or the other.
Condemned is everyone by the one or the other.

Hatred makes hell of life,
Love carves heaven of it.

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Arise awake when you know

When life reaches crossroads,
when deeds of the past become old and plain,
when life takes dull shades and sluggish modes
then you know it is time to prove again.

When life presents with no qualms,
when the spirits are low and damp,
and, when there is not enough to fill your palms,
then you know its time to pick your lamp.

When achieved heights melt away with time,
when accolades become things of the past
when gained merits wash away with time
then you know it is time, again, to relive the past.

When your life is not a trouble for your foes
when your life is now a thing of mock and fun,
when your life is now of success throes
then you know life has to move and run.

When hard to come are words of praise,
then you know, you cannot let life slip beyond,
when, with your every word eyebrows raise,
then you know you cannot live, letting it slip beyond.

When you know life could be different,
then you know to tread different mosses.
When you wish things be different,
then you know to choose thorns not roses.

When your stay is unwelcome and long,
then you know it is time to fight another of fights.
When, not are these heights you still have to throng,
then you know it is time to scale another of heights.

Now you know where the commons flood.
Now you know this is not your path.
Now you know to spill sweat and blood.
Now you know to change your path.

And, when you know...
Arise awake and change your path.

Change your path and,
fear not the wailing fate,
fear not the warning gong,
fear not the flood and spate,
And fear not a thing but right and wrong.

Arise, awake and stand up tall,
and the skies would kiss your hand.
Arise, awake and run this land,
and the earth would brace your fall.

Arise, awake and baffle the foes.
Arise, awake and befriend the seas.
Arise, awake and bemuse the woes.
Arise, awake and belittle the peaks.

Arise, awake and rest not till the wall is breached.
Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is reached.


This is my tribute to Swami Vivekananda , who caught the sleeping lion of a nation by its mane and goaded it towards dawn of enlightenment.

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