Sunday, May 9, 2010
Let me take you back in time,
A story of two friends with there own rhymes,
Stayed together on the same road for a while,
We had an unmatched style,
Time passed and we knew each other better,
Despite differences, science was the common feather,
I argued and he was eristic,
I always shrugged saying he was eccentric,
Lunches were together and confabulations at dinner,
Distances in nature now seemed thinner,
Time passed and I got possessive,
I disagree to the statement that I was addictive,
I never interfered,
Though his actions I always feared,
Companions mocked and I despised
Soon towards me, too i could see him iced,
I knew him well, so I was stoical,
Nothing was new, he is cynical,
Today I lost it all,
Patience barriers all did fall,
He walks ahead and I stand waiting,
What i dislike is useless cribbing,
My psyche was wrong,
He never to his self belonged,
And the chain broke.....
A passer by I was mistaken with a buddy
No expectations, with World; I am ready !!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
The moiling lashes, huh, are his own.
Bad days & no food; it is prone,
Shard it will be, is a fear unknown,
It row its way and for days unshown,
With a brave mother, is how it was grown.
A day at abundance, another day to prove its brilliance,
It set away to the land unknown.
The juncture`s rage is beyond acceptance,
Was agreed when the sail had flown.
The sea swell & roared to the boat`s defiance,
The dory still kept the thorne.
The waves now begin to exhibit its flamboyance,
The dinghy was now loosing the possessed own.
The shore continued its aghast surveillance,
Till the dory was gone. A ghost to the land known.
We hear stories of its valor,
How it showed all its color,
It was the one seeking all flavour,
It proved to be the bravery cavour,
There is a sea for all you see,
All alike for you and me,
My dory shall be cite for bravery,
The wretch is momentary,
For, humans are no boats. They can be mend again!!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
A conscious that is slept, yet working.
I fear, but I am everyday humiliated,
A brain starved but creating.
I regret, being commissioned counted,
A hand is still contemplating;
I regret the reflect, digested,
A fondness for I, I am killing.
I forbear being liberated,
A unique ne plus ultra is waiting.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I walked with him..silently,
I wasnt sure if he was there.
Unware, and with now rare, meloncholy,
I dragged my body against the air.
The relationship is holy,
And the whims unfair;
Before I could know really,
I know not he was where.
To my surprise I groped barely,
Would not mind to say a no, coz I stopped never there.
I walked and walked alone and alone and alone aweful and wretchedly,
For all I thought I lost that care.
My days will end all poorly,
Unsatisfacotory for existence and austere.
The thought wasnt for long....
As he paced delightedly,
Held my hands with all sincere,
And we strolled home gracefully.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
walking slowly yet steady,
To tell me of more what I could gain,
It calls to fasten belts and get ready
As It is about time you strain,
untangling began already,
Expecting and Cherishing, all set to bargain,
All my hard work with victorious heady,
Pessimism is what I refrain;
Walking and stumbling shall go hand in hand,
As I am a minor birdie,
but flight is my nature and the thoughts sane,
New year for me has hope and happiness ready,
For accomplishments never wane.
It invites me to the sky to take wings and reign,
This vault of heaven is my home already
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Straight to that path, that led to nowhere,
Awful discussions; that didn't belong there,
The pebbles even made noise..
Coz we kicked.
The beats of the heart were loud,
But we conveniently skipped.
Practical was the word around,
The conversation be barely doth,
We discussed everything else,
But not we both.
We came back home, Panted and exhausted,
Solution not known ..on a path less travelled.
I am Jealous of the night.
I will steal you from your dreams…
Just to buy you some more time;
So much in my heart,so much in my soul,
That a lifetime won`t be ever enough; to let u know..,
My love is my only fear..
Someday I will have to let you go ..!!!
But ..I apologize ..to hold them will not be me ...., not the poet in me ..`coz all that both of us know is how to blot the paper. Let the break out of feelings be shared with no humans in my ordinary tongue, but with the paper and pen that proliferate just as thoughts build up and my mental state ahem emotions, gush.