Second phase to Liberty - Bravery !!

The boat set away to the land known,
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!!

First Step --Thought to Liberty taken !!

I fear, that, that is everyday created,
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.

Back to you..

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.

A New Beginning

And it came again,
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

Secluded Companion

And we walked along..
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.

Fear !!

I watch u sleep,
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 ..!!!

To My readers

It`s been some time now I have been thinking of how all flows - a brook, an unstoppable river, drops, rain, emotions... What is the art that I can bind them? or I can hold them? I often hear people talk of taking control of them and not give it out.
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.

Lost To Learn

Lost in here i m introspecting..

What..? Is not known,

Forbidden seem the paths,

Alternatives......I m looking,

Myth, I was caught into,

Dreaming through the days,to learn it finally i lay in a self created maze,

I laugh out loud, What am i seeking ?

Confused is the word now - it was not always.

Worlds change as the earth rotates,

Night it is, day will be here...

I am waiting..Life has it`s servings,

And Web is my mind,

A way out ..I am finding,

With a quiver of broken arrows,

A burden on my back...

New ones will be made, I am learning.

What does Poetry mean to me .....?

Poetry gives my overflowing thoughts a way. Just as a painter paints the beauty he appreciates with his naked eyes, glorifies it, honours it by painting it on the canvas, with beautiful colors, which might just be a sea, a cloud, a scenery to us, but means a world to the painter. It is only his eyes that can see and feel the truth.

The Poet similarly, is the person who knows to imagine beyond imagination, to see beyond that horizon, narrate the dips of the sun, emotions of the sea, that they can all be personified with us --- the living beings.

My major interest ....

My interests include poetry and loads of reading. Reading anything and everything. :)

Poetry to me is that Classic of literature that helps me say my heart out. The feelings I will never be able to reveal, become easy to express this way. I consider myself fortunate when my love says "I wish I could appreciate God`s creations like the way you do. You are gifted."
It is this poetry that let my tears out when I was sad, let me show joy when I was on the clouds of overwhelming ecstasy; and with no words, or expressions on my face I said it all -- All to my diary.