A boy without ambition

 The land was heated & the nearby pond was drying up due to the warm sun & hot air. It had been months since the clouds drenched. Everything seemed tired. The fishes were crying to fill the pond, but it was much futile. The white birds & the blue ones too, were haunted by the summer trying to eat some dry fish. The wind was filled by the city dust & lacked coolness.                  Finally, it rained that night! The earth seemed to be fulfilled & the smell of the mud was extravagant. Yellow flowers were all on the path & purple flowers on the waters in the corner of the little pond. It seemed like a pointing to one's eyes. The air had become cool & the clouds covered the hot sun. In that shade, to look at the sky was a great delight. The heavens met the horizons & the children played with joy. The lovers met in the park whose leaves were filled with water droplets. There was often lightning, without thund...

 I AM FROM the womb where  life chose to be born to come upon the beauty of creation.  I AM FROM a piece of poetry written by God in the search of love.  I AM FROM the waves of wandering  waters in search of the full moon.  I AM FROM the melody of the singing bird to express the morning sunshine.  I AM FROM the red sky to descend the twilights from heavens above.  I AM FROM that everlasting peace of the snow cap hills of the far east.  I AM FROM the benediction of that sacred compassion which sources all life.  I AM FROM the light of the twinkling stars  from the immeasurable space.  I AM FROM the blowing winds which carry the fragrance of the white jasmine.  I AM FROM the source of that  timeless ecstasy and anonymous bliss !

 A tender , fresh life is born , anew. What a beauty to see a new human being. To this newness there is a shadow of the past. Everyone around it want to impose & be authoritarian. As time goes on , it becomes a part of everyone losing its newness & agility.                          Bread & trade becomes a part of every step it takes and do what it shall , to be free is out of question. Freedom is one thing that can never be compromised. To be free is to live totally! There is great beauty when there are no clutches to a mind. Be it of religion, fear, attachment, accumulation or even measurement. In the pursuit of happiness , crude ways of the cunning society is established firmly. Dependency however much real may seem, is always dreadful & hence brings sorrow. As soon as the strength of the body declines, there lies great suffering inwardly & coming close to death there seems so way to god or reali...

 To find it is very rare if you have it , do share to live without it is a scare very few have the dare A burning heart that can care few filled with glare dream but a nightmare care before you even prepare. -YASHAS RAY

 Rupees and yen young boys turn men working all around  for one big pound respect up their collar to show a pretty dollar tale from every zero dying to have all euro -YASHAS RAY