Past Runs Fast..
But cant let it go...
B'coz it is just not "THE"
feeling which came ago..
Hard and tough
were the part of past...
Time to carve the future's cast
But why is the feeling now so lost..?
Tears falling off the eyes..
Still lonely eyes waiting in pain..
Why are the sorrows entangled in chain...
When it is not the time for Rain...
Enough of lying in the shadowing past..
For a new day night has come fast..
A smile which is not the same..
will it mean a kind of shame...
Things will exchange...
time will change..
Life is giving no meaning..
does it mean "you need something?"
Went in search of "Something"
too late..lost what gave "Everything"
too little to change
but too much to lose
When will things get better..
When all dreams seem to shatter..
There is one HOPE within..
Arms around me .. GOD WILL ALWAYS TAKE ME IN...
Monday, December 20, 2010
Someone asked.......!
Someone asked me what is a dream?
It was all your face I could think of!
Someone asked me what is solace?
Your smile was all I could picturise!
Someone asked me what is melody?
U calling out for me in your velvet voice was the only thing that resounded in my head!
Someone asked me what is friendship?
It was the warmth your lap where my distress turned into tears and left me I realized!
Someone asked me what is love?
All I could think of was that hand on my shoulder , the feel of your warm kiss on my forehead and that confident eyes!
Someone asked me what is life?
I finally said it firm and strong that life for me was holding your hand and walking by your side!
Then someone asked me what death is?
It was your absence I replied...................
It was all your face I could think of!
Someone asked me what is solace?
Your smile was all I could picturise!
Someone asked me what is melody?
U calling out for me in your velvet voice was the only thing that resounded in my head!
Someone asked me what is friendship?
It was the warmth your lap where my distress turned into tears and left me I realized!
Someone asked me what is love?
All I could think of was that hand on my shoulder , the feel of your warm kiss on my forehead and that confident eyes!
Someone asked me what is life?
I finally said it firm and strong that life for me was holding your hand and walking by your side!
Then someone asked me what death is?
It was your absence I replied...................
Sunday, December 19, 2010
My Sister Feel's
We grew up holding each others' hands
I followed every step that you took
All I wanted was to be like you
Anything that you did always seemed perfect to me
Though we have never tried telling each other
How much we care for and love each other
I think we should have articulated it
So we could shun the newly developed aloofness between our hearts
How much I pine for your presence around me!!!!
How much I miss tickling your tummy!!!!
How much I yearn to hog pizzas with you!!!!
How much I long to play cricket with you!!!
People say whatever happens it happens for the best
What good did all this bickering bring to any of us?
I just want to run to you and hold you tight
Cry to my heart’s content and say to you over and over again....
“I love you my dear brother and I cannot afford to lose you ever….”
I followed every step that you took
All I wanted was to be like you
Anything that you did always seemed perfect to me
Though we have never tried telling each other
How much we care for and love each other
I think we should have articulated it
So we could shun the newly developed aloofness between our hearts
How much I pine for your presence around me!!!!
How much I miss tickling your tummy!!!!
How much I yearn to hog pizzas with you!!!!
How much I long to play cricket with you!!!
People say whatever happens it happens for the best
What good did all this bickering bring to any of us?
I just want to run to you and hold you tight
Cry to my heart’s content and say to you over and over again....
“I love you my dear brother and I cannot afford to lose you ever….”
BEING POOR
Too many places I have been
And lots of people I have seen
A few are rich and rest are poor
The rich make merry while the poor always worry
Though I want to help the poor
They think I'm not any better
The rich can, I'm sure, help the poor
But that kind among them are rare I fear
My gift to the poor is through my deed
But that is not what they need
Money is what they want for feed
But do I have any money growing seed?
The rich lead a lavish life
Oblivious to the poor man's strife
They often wish to live to eat
While the starving poor has no retreat
Not all the rich are not the same
For some are rich only by name
With welfare of the poor deep in their heart
And that keeps them from the rest apart
And that's why I really don't mind being poor!!!
Todays special
Everyday while I shuttle between my Home and workplace thousands of ideas breeze through my mind.... Among them I catch some and ponder upon... Then I shape them into stories or monologues or poems... This is one place where I let others literally "read my mind"....
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