You reflect me!

I read some blogs,
they made me cry...
to know that people..
are exactly as I..

To know, like me, they thought in vain...
all about life..
and loss and gain...

To know that people..
were in love or being drained..
To know they just needed more help, not money or pain..


To know they were spiritual, some more than me...
its such a surprise..
how can this be?

I thought I was the wisest...
and most thoughtful too..
until I found..
this piece by you....


But now I know that thats the catch...
theres me in you and
You in...well.. I....

I think that its the purpose of life...
to see everyone as 'me' or 'i'...
and when you do that..
you will see..
That we'r just...
clones and chimeras indeed!

The circle of life!

Well, I've come across so many people who dont listen to that inner voice [lately, Im one of them]...that I was inspired to write this poem.Most of the time, we tend to ignore our passions or creativity due to external pressures, reducing our own happiness in the process.Its a fun poem, my first,and ofcourse its with a lesson! Enjoy!


She had this urge..
since she was four..
To be a scientist..
and to explore..

To know what the petals meant..
when they threw up all their scent..
To know what the trees would do..
when they were filled up with all the dew.

To know what the beetle sang..
to make the flowers swing and dance..
To know what the birds had to do..
To build their nests so round and strong as glue..

To follow the toad to see where it went..
in pond or land,
crap,she lost him again?

So, everytime in class..
She stood proud and tall..
When asked what she'd like to be..
Oh, what a ball!

I'll be a scientist, at eleven she would say,
'the tapir is not related to an elephant is what they say'.

Up and down the hill..
she would go..
Insearch of the snake..
they found next door..

So this continued till she was 11+4,
[and biology should have become the way to go].
With her books and bag, she'd sit ashore..
Suddenly Wondering which degree would suit her soul.
To god she'd ask..u be my light..
tell me,she'd say..will engineering be a plight?

Do conservation her heart would say....
Theres no money, but it will pay!
Tomorrow, she said..leme do a field thats hot today..
God, Will i be successfull at the end of the day??

So, IT it was..
no flowers or mountains...
and animals about..
With no nature or biology abound..
she'd sit and frown at god aloud.

Why dont I feel successfull she'd say?
I am clever and meritorious..
and know how the PCR programs play..
And yet god wont give me a break!

Over some drinks, a friend found out..all her cribbing had brought it out..
Whose fault is it? she yelled outloud..
At four, even I knew what you were about..
It'd be a pity if you havent found out..
Listen to your heart and soul..
Dont be scared that you'll be ignored..
Do what you must to please..
not me or her..
but your heart indeed..
Go back to your garden..
and watch the ants..
They still write your name up in the sand.
Leave your desk and comp. behind..
To feel the breeze on your spine..
You are a conservationalist and thats what you'll be..
And how will god answer you unless you be!

So she quit her job and became alive,
to do something, at 4, she thought she might.
Then love and success came her way..
And today she's happily living at Gombe!