Let there be light

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Let there be light

Genesis 1:3 (John Bell)

And God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light.

~ The Bible

Let there be light...
As there is no place for darkness
Or hopelessness or despair.
Ere baffling thyself and digress
Remember, God is in the air.
Let there be light...


Accept-
Whatever comes thy way,
Be it good or bad.
Don't let the situation sway
Thee to do anything mad.
Thou shalt not submit, thou shalt not fight.
Let there be light...


Forgive-
Everyone for everything,
For none of us is pure.
Vengeance yields nothing,
Revenge is not a cure.
To harm a man, thou hast no right.
Let there be light...


Decide-
Right from wrong,
Virtue from vice.
Lies never last long,
Devious payeth the price.
Thou art the priest, thou art the knight.
Let there be light...


Dream-
High and Far,
Beyond the limits of sky.
For thou shalt be at par,
With how far thy mind can fly.
Thy dreams are pious, thy hopes are bright.
Let there be light...


Revive-
Thyself from fears,
From feelings of lust.
Thy shall shed no more tears,
In Him shall thou have trust.
Shun thy frailty, vanquish thy fright.
Let there be light...


Smile-
By thy true face,
Whatever falls on thee.
For all this is by His grace,
His wish is what shall be.
The curve of thy lips, can make day out of night.
Let there be light...



"Let there be light"

These were Thy first words,
Thou Creator of everything,
Yet Thy children have utterly forgotten
What Thou uttered, and lost its meaning.
But why art Thou not moved
By this revolting sight?
and say it again....let there be light


The endless darkness of this hour,
The glooming values of mankind,
The growing shadows of greed
Making Thy children blind.
Wish Thou could hear, Thy child's plight
Lord, say it again....let there be light
Let there be light
Let there be light

The Transcendence

The first poem ever written by me :)

The Transcendence

Look there he goes, running here and hence,
Behind the green bills, fame and prominence,
An utter contentment or a splendid triumph,
He knows not exactly, nor does Nymph.

Veiled by his pursuits, his eyes blindfold,
Barring his enlightenment from what nature hold.
The sights and sounds most vivid and vibrant,
That beckoned him once, seem fail to enchant.

A forlorn pedestrian in a boulevard of avarice,
That leads to gluttony, envy and malice.
In search of subtleties, and things obscure,
He misses the rich, palpable and pure.

This incessant chase for affluence transform
The primitive soul to a dispassionate form.
The soul that once was considerate and humane,
Now bears these thoughts as banal and mundane.

But it's never too late, says the fervent dryad,
To the commuting man as he enters a quad.
You don't have to toil or search through infinity,
For the enticing sights are at your vicinity.

The alluring mist, the enthralling hills calling,
To feel the breeze, to hear the rain falling,
To caress the velvet leaves, to cuddle the sky,
To bathe in sunlight, flutter with the butterfly.

These treasures that nature proudly comprise,
Offer the ecstasy, the joie de vivre of paradise.
With all its transcendence, elegance and grace,
Man's revival it will most happily embrace.