Mediocrity

What does mediocrity attain?
This question in my mind, often reigns
I guess, a lackluster life and looks of disdain
Is all it accrues, rather than prosperity and gain

Though, we all of contentment feign
A desire to overcome its halo, still remains
But the tides render our efforts in vain
To abandon us on the shore, time and again

Do I construe this trait, God ordained?
An answer, my logic has never ascertained
Probably, choice is either to make attempts sustained
Or rue over the goals unattained

Few can escape the shadow, it casts
Always remain wary of being typecast
The attribute seeps into the psyche too fast
And its impact does long last

Now that signs of mediocrity, I can truly interpret
I vow not to fume and fret
Rather work towards alleviating my regret
To realize how better my life can get

Mystic of God

Strange are the ways of God
Unravelling his mystic is a term broad
It's he who snatches and accords
And rightly so is referred to as Lord

Obeisance to him, I started to pay
Very religiously, five times a day
Submitting before his exalted stature after much delay
At peace I feel on being guided to his doorway

Being the anchor of human existence
To me, every decision of his makes sense
His hidden rationale is profound and immense
Behind each inflicted pain lies some benevolence

Fresh leash of life he will grant again
My quest shall not be in vain
Never would I doubt his justice domain
Dogged belief in him shall ever remain

To persevere and follow his guided path
Is the only way to escape the worldly wrath
Lest, dejections shall always cross your path
So be prepared to face the aftermath

A Prayer

My patience wears off, in hope of striking it big everyday
What am I being tested for, oh God! Let me have your say
Guided by my instincts, I flew down to Canada to stay
Still a stable life, a good job and family union seems far away

Sinful creature I am, little importance on worship I lay
These trying moments could be to impart a lesson, in a way
Though reverence and homage, in my own way, I do pay
Maybe you want me to bow before you and pray

I am endowed with commitments, do enable me to fulfil them
Let not from my joblessness, disgruntlement stem
Keep my morale and esteem high, to overcome the present mayhem
Else I shall lose my pride that is perched on the hem

You're known to be merciful, do forgive this lout
Reform, I certainly shall bring about
Repentance and guilt engulfs me inside out
Put my life back on rails and I shall become truly devout

You only can rewrite my career's preamble
Be my saviour and let it not scramble
Don't betray my trust, else my life would be in shambles
This time around, I am bereft of all gambles.

America at War

Giving a damn to the world opinion
To exhibit unwarranted dominion
America prevailed without being emotive
Committing a crass act, for a subtle ulterior motive

Weren't inspections, resolutions just to mock
When the real intent was to "Awe and shock"
Subjugating a devastated land with indomitable might
If that is audacity, then what is proxy fight?

Hoping to extend supremacy by securing oil fields
Oblivious of hatred, their actions will Yield
Blazing guns, ground razing bombs
Would accomplish their mission with aplomb

But, what of suffering inflicted on humanity?
Will it ever be ashamed of bullying and insanity
Not for long, the rest can tow their line
This is the beginning of America's decline

Ghastly bloodshed in the name of pre-emptive strikes
Cruise missiles crisscrossing once silent skies
Sane can only oppose Bush's way of professing peace
And pray for the second Gulf war to cease

A Journey Of Life

More I probe the essence of life
Increasingly I get bewildered and entwined
To me it seems, a journey full of stress and strife
With many responsibilities and tasks alligned

The toil begins with academic excellence in youth
Where burning the midnight oil is the norm
Parents egg their children on, like sleuths
Hoping they would outclass others and brilliantly perform

Seeking a respectable social status
Men go through the rigour and grind
In making a quick buck lies their impetus
Though, at the cost of relinquishing peace of mind

Wedded bliss makes the family circle complete
And obligations breath down their neck
Mounting expenses make the reserves deplete
Leaving their finances in total wreck

Tired of discharging duties to the utmost best
Their life cycle ceases, sans any pleasure
With no accomplishments to boast, they are laid to rest
For grave is where they find peace in good measure.