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Beautiful Eyes

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 13:04:01 +0000

This pair of small eyes,
Help in saying big things,
Love not expressed from lips,
Is confessed by a wink.

At any place in the world,
Her eyes keep searching for me,
Sparkle of her eyes is moved to her lips,
After she finds me.

Each feeling of her heart,
Is said by eyes of hers
Whenever I leave her,
Droplets of water stroll down in form of tears.

Can always find,
Unconditional love for me in her eyes,
Confirming the thought to be true,
That the pair never says lies.

I have a feeling,
She has a straight heart to eye connection,
As she expresses everything, by her eyes,
That?s needs to be mentioned.

When I can?t find her eyes around me,
Don?t know what happens to my day,
Smile from my visage,
Remains at bay.

In the night when I lie on a gathered hay,
Under the starry layer of the endless worlds,
I trace your eyes in the maze of stars,
Like a pattern laid out by two beautiful pearls.

This pair of small eyes,
Help in saying big things,
Love not expressed from lips,
Is confessed by a wink.

In search of peace

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 13:03:13 +0000

I saw the sun rise on the mountains high,
Its pale light gleaming in the sky.
Shining peaks with pearl white glow,
And melting of snow with a sigh.

I saw the sun set on the sea shore,
Heard the sea?s various pirates? lore.
Saw the ships sailing by,
With the flag on mast and the captain at door.

I saw various streams gurgling by,
With stones and pebbles as their ally.
Waiting to reach their ultimate goal,
With no fear and ready to die.

I saw the dunes: hot and dry,
Heard the fiery reputation they occupy.
Was out there in the scorching sun,
Running after a mirage with a heart-rending cry.

I saw the meadows on starry night,
Walked under the moon in twilight.
Saw the great bear on the pitch black sky,
Tried to understand the dark when all was quite.

I saw the rain soaking the field,
Black dark clouds forming the guild.
Saw the poor farmer?s smiling face,
In hope of a very good yield.

I saw everything in bloom and in decline,
But I didn?t find the peace divine.
At the very last I came back to my home,
There I found peace and a place that is surely mine.

Seasons In The Sun

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 13:02:17 +0000

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We?ve known each other since we?re nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC?s,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it?s hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I?ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it?s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I?ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it?s hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev?rywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach

FREEZING NIGHT

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 13:01:51 +0000

I was moving with a couple of thoughts
Straight to the market with steady trots
Hustle bustle of the market shaked my head
To bring a doll, that she loved the best
Or was it a hat, on which she protest

I was moving with a couple of thoughts
Straight to the market with steady trots
My wife asked for flowers with buds newborn
To look beautiful she wants herself to adorn
Oh ya ! i had to take medicine for my father
He must be waiting for me rather

I was moving and moving in a shimmering night
To fulfil my daughter?s plight
Further was waiting for me a mishap
There was a BLAST when i openend the flap

I was moving and moved so far
My friends and family now looks me in a star
My daughter still waiting holding my pic so tight
Still on the terrace on that freezing night?

Light and Dance

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 13:01:27 +0000

Light dancing through the window
wakes me up to another day?

to be passed in full consciousness
of the seconds the minutes the hours?
the day?sublime.

I learn helplessness, I lose productivity,
the consciousness of the ticking clock gulps me.
I forget what is timeless,
what is the color of the day;
the only things I produce
are digestive enzymes and semen.
Even the thoughts have turned into reminiscence.

I welcome the night.
The night that escapes the day
and put me to sleep, not beyond clockwork
as the hourly gongs pierce my skull,
the appreciation of the morning alarm
increases as the night draws close.
But the minutes and the seconds dance
in the production house of my dreams.

I travel in a train
sitting beside my pretty child,
my sweet one, I hold her hand
and come down innumerable steps.

In dreams we hold hands in the crowd.

We dance like fireflies
we dance till the last muscle burn out
and she falls down before me,
I?m still strong and young,
I carry her in my arms
to a place where we can fly.

But I must fly alone.
This poem starts the countdown
from 30, and I?ll be gone
leaving behind the hatred for the day
and submission into the night
my pretty child, my sweet one.
The hourly gongs sometimes startles
me in the morning I?m just awake
shaking dreams from my hair
writing the poem.

Grand Mother?s Hand

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 13:00:56 +0000

My Grandmother?s Hands they are very nice
The hands which spank my butt only twice
Those hands that are so simple
Those hands which made my tears trickle
Hands which are powerful and strong
Those hands which have taught me right from wrong
Hands like I hadn?t seen before
Hands which are not needed anymore
Her voice is all that now needs to be heard
Because I have come to trust Grandmother?s word!!!

DECEIVING LIFE

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 13:00:37 +0000

Driven by constant hope
We live each moment of our life
We are taught to dig out the scope
And never to let ourselves down with strife.

We believe it going to get better
We feel that fate can nvr be that cruel
But then at the end of the day?s clutter
We realise it was nothing but a cold, messy gruel

Like the generations before us
We were deceived
It was like a bus we never caught
Something denied after an ever-lasting wait
When u turn to the last page of likfe
You realise there was nothing miraculous in there
It was a long drama of misery
With intermissions of happiness?
-a dejected soul
pls pen down ur comments guys

Friendship

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 12:59:44 +0000

Friendship burgeons out of nowhere
Right from the time we are born , we are daubed and caught unaware
As we grow, we live on to take friendship to higher levels
At the age of 3, we go by our friends? dresses and the colour of their towels
By class four,it more on the care and attention given
And not so much on the character, by which the choosing is driven
As we grow older, we check if our characters match
And also scan our likes and dislikes right from the scratch
But once we step into adolescence
It?s all new world of views and conceptions
When we were small we needed reassurance, ?You are my best buddy?
But now mere words are not required for a friendship this profound and sturdy
As days go by, silence means more than words
Tears are sweeter than smile , voice lovelier than the song of any bird
Then gradually you begin to take them for granted
You are hurt at the absence of a word, a gesture, u feel stranded
And suddenly when you had thought that they were going to be with you forever
They walk away into oblivion leaving you a shock and tremor
Before you could reveal what you feel
Everything comes to a halt and you are left to revisit those memories as in a reel
Friendship is as beautiful as a winter morning
And even when the snow melts, it still reveals more and leaves you yearning
But end is invariable for all
And those sweet moments will continue to augment in every rise and fall

WiThOuT Me!

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 12:58:53 +0000

I?ve dreamed many dreams that never came true,
If tomorrow starts without me,
And I?m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn?t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn?t get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you?ll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I?d have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I?d always thought,
I didn?t want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
The thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I?d say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven?s gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,

From His great golden throne,
He said, ?This is eternity,
And all I?ve promised you.?
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day?s the same way
There?s no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn?t do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you?re free.
So won?t you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without

forgotten dream

admin — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 12:58:28 +0000

the other day, while fencing my heart,
i chanced upon an impossible dream,
it rose, in beauty, on feet of hope
and embraced a teardrop out of me?

with hurried steps i rushed away,
to find my mask, my book of sense.
to invalidate my yesterday.
then turned to build my trusted fence.

there it lies unto this day,
un-nurtured, neglected, growing still,
i hoped it gone, wished it away,
but there it stays against my will.

i leave it at the gallows, pronounce it dead,
but come event of tender mind,
i look back and find it there.
only a few steps behind?

beguilingly tangible? agonizingly beautiful?
mercilessly invisible to all but me.