The Sphere of Enlgihtenment

It is the sphere of Ultimate Knowledge about the Self, 

Where questions like "Who am I actually, Why have I come in this world" etc.
Are answered comprehensively and interestingly.
Once a being enters this sphere
Words like "I, my, mine, my body, my property" seem worthless,
The darkness of ignorance disappears suddenly,
The dawn of Self-realization occurs,
And he begins to feel that inner happiness
The one which stands at the pinnacle
The one which gives so much joy,
Incomparable to any other worldly pleasures,
The best one, the highest one amongst all,
Then the ultimate, undeniable Truth is felt,
It depends on a particular individual
As to what he does after that
Whether he lives according to this new Realization
Or goes back to his materialistic ways
His destiny is decided by the path he treads. 

- (kb/2-3-2018)

She

Oh God! What's happening to me👨 these days? 
Why can't I remove her👧 from my brains?
I've seen her just a few times,
She👸 lives nearby my old residence,🏡
Every night🌉 when I go to sleep,
She quietly moves into my dreams! 😇
Her name initials are same as mine,✍️
Tell me, O Lord, what's Thy wish?😎  -(kb/27-02-2018)

The Dictator

                             THE  DICTATOR

Passing by the streets of Baghdad, a peculiar site I saw

Pulling down they were, this huge statue of Saddam Hussein 
Ruthless in action and without a hint of flaw
They grounded the colossal one, with a lot of disdain.

For a moment, time freezed and everyone was so still
Birds stopped flying, onlookers ceased to move at all
Around my spine, I felt a strange sharp chill 
As I watched the statue crumble down and fall.

As their dictator fell, the crowds danced in joy
I pondered over his rule over those 24 long years
Pitiless, stubborn and solid was his style and ploy
As he let none go against what came between those ears.

During those days, his masses looked at him with a lot of awe
His army men carried within them about him so much fear
Gold, jewelry and huge amount of land
He possessed gradually as he lifted his power gear.

But Look my friend, today it’s all gone adrift
His glory, wealth and mighty hand have become history!!
A crumbled statue, a dead dictator is all that is left 
And people have long forgotten him and his tyranny.

Does wealth, power and fame last forever?
The answer, my friend, is a clear negative
Humans should learn from the fall of this dictator
About the above, one can't be so addictive.

-   Kamlesh Bhatt (kb/19-02-2018)

As if

As if
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As if there is a complaint deep in your heart,
As if you just told a story with your eyes
As if a lifetime was spent remaining awake
As if someone is living, but is about to die.

Every time we meet, a feeling lingers on,
As if your eyes are asking something to me.

An unknown feeling rides the mind, while walking on the street,
She is looking at me, hiding somewhere somehow...!

A journey of centuries suddenly got contracted in a small second,
As if life travelled fast, very fast.

I keep on thinking about you for hours and hours,
As if all the time of my life has been written in your name.

As if there is a complaint deep in your heart,
As if you just told a story with your eyes
As if a lifetime was spent remaining awake
As if someone is living, but is about to die.

The Fire of Inspiration

Oh, when the fire of Inspiration gets set ablaze

So many things wonderful, happen to mankind

                                         How so deep, one is entangled in that blurry maze

                                         All of a sudden, miracles come out of his mind!

                                         Solutions pour out one after the other

                                         To a scientist and a mathematician,

                                         Inventions, discoveries and new formulas galore

                                         A man suddenly turns into a magician!!

                                         Einstein, Newton, Bohr and Archimedes

                                         Shook the world with their great inventions

                                         Ah! they were favorites of lovely ladies

                                         And from gentlemen too, got lots of attentions!!

                                        Salute to authors like Dickens and Bernard Shaw

                                        Those eternal Classics which they wrote

                                        Emerged from a spark of inspiration

                                        Through divine blessings, which they got.

                                        Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Milton and Keats

                                        Brought about a renaissance amongst the masses

                                        Through their novelty in Love and Romance

                                        So much that to their tune as of now the world dances!!

                                        Oh!! How Great is this gift from God

                                        Known as "inspiration" to all of us

                                        I thank thee, I thank thee, Oh my Lord!!

                                        With all my heart and no big fuss.

                                       For without inspiration which comes from Him

                                       This world would look so dark and confusing

                                       With all Hopes of growth gone so slim

                                       It would not be a place, worth living.

                                                                                           - Kamlesh Bhatt. 

                                      ( Compiled on 15th November,2017 at 4:11 am)

                                      

She kept on wondering

Inside her there was a huge boiling storm, 
She kept on wondering all the time 

 If it will assume a destructive form
                                                          
Or just cool down like a soothing rhyme......  

I wonder if someone will put a hand on my heart, 

And bind all the pieces that were once blown apart,
But I know it is a thought which is wishful again
Has any thing been ever bound together part by part?