dojo

Where the monstrous buildings rise from filth,
Where the pollution and traffic lights take up our life,
Where drab lives kill the enthusiasm,
Where the worries of self make us tried,
There lies a place clean, calm and tranquil.
There is his hand filled with affection and care.
There he teaches us value of soul within.
Hence forth,
There is energy flowing swiftly untouched and natural.
There are we in the purest form.
Where our weary bodies rise like gold from dust.
Where we challenge strength with in and wind around.
For we know the determination will fight, the mind will attack,
And the world within our body combines.
For the enemy to lose with a smile on his face.
Who say’s there is no place as such?
It is my dojo
Where lives my heart.

- namita kapur

richness of sorrow

In sorrow’s I see happiness.
If it were not sorrow I could not know what happiness is.

In sorrow’s I see me.
In sorrow’s I come closer to myself.

In sorrow’s I see ‘a hero’.
If it were not sorrow I could not know a super hero inside me.

In sorrow I see prayers.
In sorrow’s I come so closer to God.

In sorrow’s I see grief.
For I fail to realize the happiness in sorrow.

-namita kapur

I wish I had

I don’t know why?
Some things so much yours are still that far away.
Some things you are so much determine but are so not confident about.
Some things seem so much correct in their incorrectness.
Some things you think are for you but those some things know where they belong.
You pine and dig hard inside you find nothing to reach those ‘some things’.
I don’t know why? I talk and write about those some things which were mine and never mine
I Cried and was swampy
For I with some little confidence
Said
“Let go those some things because there are better things there for you sometime.”

- namita kapur