puissance

A person is powerful...
not by his strength or position.
but
by the belief in self
and what others believe of him...

one can only stay powerful
if one remains humble enough
to accept this.

because,
not only great responsibilities
comes attached with power...
but
when the seeds of ego
and pride sprouts...
then begins the unknown fall
down the steep hill...

realized only when down...

dubious dreams

Am i sleeping?
or
getting awakened...
Is the reality slowly striking?
or
is it the clock tickling away...
Would anything change?
But everything does change...
isn’t it?
So many questions
still no answers...

Stamping across the closed door...
Would the bleeding hands
pass though?
Or
shall faint
at the vestibule...

i hear a faint call
Someone is singing!
or
is it the ringing
alarm for another day...

getup gal!
Time to smile for the world again...

life roads

the road of life
is never too easy
you have to decide...
how you want
the journey to be?

smooth?
then it is a fairytale
chocolate houses
ice-cream trees
definitely boring!

rough?
then there are cuts and scratches...
probably even the blood
oozing through
mountains and valleys
burning fire and dracōns
or the turbulent sea
and the soaring winds...

do i hear you heart pounding?
so which road you waana it to be?
Decide fast...
I have a long way to go...

fall for resurgence

As my heart pounds
and i reach the threshold
I can see the approaching peak
Only few miles to go...

I close my eyes
take a deep breadth...
I see your smiling face
Calling on to me

Gathering the last strength
I reach to the top
hoping to see you again
just before the fall...
feel your arms around
The last time
And
opening my wings
I fly...
The last time...

I open my eyes
re-newed energy
burning the veins...
itching...
for another mount
for another soar...

born again?

fleeing with time

The time runs away...
Do you know where?
I look at it from 2... to 2...
But you I cannot find
And I bring myself
to leave everything behind...
why you come there and then?
‘Sup?’
And I find myself
Running backwards
Just to find you gone again?
What is the play
hidden in your eyes?
The running to-n-fro
Making me weaker
by each day...
Please stop!
Tell me what you want?
I’ll give everything away...
But please...
Let me flee with the time
Never to be back again...

friend & love

friend is the strength
and
love makes you weak...

friend makes you stand
when love bends your knee

friend is sunshine
while
love is the moonlight

friend lightens the frown
love makes your heart grieve

friend hold the tears
that the love gives

friend is the strength
and
love makes you weak...

Keith.. 2008

love is a force
you can't control...

life is just too short!
all you can do
is live it to the fullest...

never take anything for granted...
because
its today that is here
before us...

tomorrow is not known...
neither is known
'if' it'll be there...

deepawali wishes...

driblets...

like driblets we move…
like driblets we deem…
on the shining sun we shine
and on the poles we freeze…
all the while moving
beside the empty shores…

like driblets we move
like driblets we bond…
sometimes far…
sometimes near…
forever together…

always in the same
abysmal ocean
still
like driblets we fawn
like driblets we swirl
towards a surreal
new beginning…

all the while
failing to treasure…
driblets we are…
and driblets we shall be…
all the while lying
beside the empty shores…

paged rose...

paged rose...
on an empty verse of a cage...
repoussaged
by larcenous pages...
burnt blue
by the flambeaus...
all and all,
in the pages of a diary...
red rose...
paged rose....

shud i publish?

wondering if i should consider publishing my verses!
would i be able to do that?
or should i wait... wait to grow better...
wait to be more mature... to be more learned..
perhaps take some courses?
teach my self the how-tos...
coz then taking all this seriously is a totally different story!
help me, guide me... vote on the sidebar for me...

caged...

Caged in my own making...
Terminus
when and where to define...
the drapes droning the dusk...
fenced phizog
for a facade?
dreading to live this life
caged in my own making...
furtive redolere
and the binds blinding
the lovely eyes...

blazed before bloom...

two tears

Shall we say a pleasure?
so new, so true…
Taking the left heart
along with you…
Never this,
she knew…
And
two tears dropped
from her eyes…

What happened?
what was it…
Was it you?
but then it was her due…
So, was it her?
but then,
the handiwork was yours…
She cried…
Cried so loud…
does it means to you
some, from all...
giving self away
And
two tears dropped
from her eyes…

Shall she grade?
an euphonos wish…
or a heartwrecking cull…
But then,
why it has made
a signature permanēre
on the bare soul…
And
two tears dropped
from her eyes…

lesser no more...

[text to-be written]

ne plus ultra dayz

morning 4am
till where i stand
tears in eyes

what shall i call
it today
this day
that makes me smile
or the same that aches my head!

same day, same day...
glorious epoch...
same day, same day...
grazed with dazed tyre crush...

compliments surrounded
left on an empty esplanade...

first time felt
the gender danger
first time felt
helpless and tottered

'friend'
knows now
what it means

drove alone
this night today...
what else written
left to play?

tuckered out
ne plus ultra day!
all smile
or a sorrow to say?

mindanomalies...

Thinking buds
about growing into trees
the strength the power
standing tall as tower
but where was to know
a sentimentalist within

still the vernal
quests the
why grow?
the responsibilies
the pains
the tension
the heartbreaks

all the good and
all the rights...
who is to define?
where is the line?
show me,
coz i have no eyes

guiding the wanderer
to be a tree
who would hold
the wind so free
cruel is the age
that cuts the wings
from the...

perplex

[picture pending]

Without contentment
there is No Happiness...
But
without Dreams and Aspirations
there is No Achievement...

scry...

scry my princess
'coz she knows not
where she gonna be...
or rather
If she gonna be...

scry my princess
Coz she is bemused...
a paralogism
with herself perhaps?

scry my princess
'coz she is at sea
in anthēsis...
slowly becoming,
A crepuscule rose...

scry my princess
crystalled she is

9/11

hijacked attacked
many killed
many tears
many lives collapsed
under 110-stories...
exposing the hollow US
inside out!
clamorous cries
the doomed year 2001
scribed forever
on lost souls
hallow them
mark this,
at least 3000...
i remember still...

rose

rose
lost
lost on the window
closed
forever closed
because
only once it shines full
only once it blooms crystal
a feral damsel...

stentorian rain

spilling emotions,
from the clouds...

invincible!
falling head-strong...

slamming!
smashing!!
smacking!!!
softly on the hand...


socking,
for others...
dazzling thunders!

stentorian rain...

a boon or a pain...
kissing the thirst
or
flooding the earth...
stentorian rain..

confusing words...

If you wanna try this out...
click here
It's very easy
for those who Know English! ;)

I scored 9/9
and got this medal!

4am rain

Clouds humming,
thunder lightening
the darkness of the night...

the sweet touch of rain
slowly
melting in nature...

like a candle burning
in the night...

i look at the clock
4am
slowly tickles away...

eyes
lost the sleep...
cascaded away...

spilling rain,
though the windowpane...
4am

moony rose

Spoony rose
Lost in a comity?
Bemused
Left rose...
vanished vision
And the missing heart...
Moony rose
All lost
in a single night...

why no no...

I know a girl, a very good friend of mine... have known her for almost more than 20 years now...
Sweet and bubbly, with a perfect smile... and she has a blessed heart that philters to always help others...

It has been always like this, her turning out of the way to help her friends and anyone she found needy... I have seen her running around with super-numerous strength and energy, trying to help everyone in her wake.

But there had been many times when this boon turned out to be a twinge to her heart... when she needed support, there was no-one to look upon... well her family was there always, but she lived away from them, so she was all alone in her own turmoil...
Sometimes she came to me to talk about, but what could I have done except listen and give appropriate advice...

But still she can never say no, tough, but very true... she is too soft to say no...
Perhaps she should accept it as part of her identity... coz even after so many setbacks... she doesn’t seems to be enervated et all... living in the fairy-tales... perhaps Alice in the Wonderland?

But at times when her eyes bleeds, she asks herself... why no ‘no’?

asperāre life

Labyrinth,
goes on...
bewildered miles,
perforated tank...
broken meter
and
a devious compass...
Everything stops,
even the beats...
but
goes on...
asperāre life

sky

Knowing love
I'll allow all things
to come and go...

Be
as supple as the wind...
And take everything
that comes,
with great courage...

Because,
Life is right
in any case...
When the heart is
as open as
the sky...

Sapient?

Sapient
when would I be?
Pregnable,
Always lead astray...

Quest of a path,
expedition unknown...
Quest of a sojourn,
A terra incognita?

No panoply for support,
No counsel to behold...
Finding egress,
forlorn...

A sempiternal journey...
Frantic melange of a track...
collating au fait...
still assailable,
rose colour fool...

Sapient
when would I be?

door

life is a journey...
old saying known...
and there are places,
where toils gravestone...
seems a stop?
if you hold on...
there is surely,
another door unlocked...

gloom goons...

Ahmedabad Serial Blasts...
16 places blasted... with 30 killed and 100 injured (as reported so far)

After yesterday's mishap, i was not calm...
Somehow the sadness was still lasting in me...
as if something more is yet to come...

The Bangalore blasts seemed, a smoke screen...
or perhaps a hoodwink for the bigger boom!

There was 14-page mail being sent to all news/media channels. Not only that... there was a warning sent 3 days... mind it THREE DAYS AGO... What was done?? Why we were not able to act fast?? Where is the administration lagging?? were we all SLEEPING???

Every time these things happen and the carp is set on that we do not have adequate special task-force to handle such situations...

My question is what is done for the same each time?? The budgets are being sanctioned... ya, we hear that every time... but where is the force being created?? where are the people being trained??? why are we lacking in blink action... why?

Jaipur... Bangalore... Ahmedabad... Next... WHERE???

looming gloom

Hollow cast
hollow doom...
snub mass,
creeping gloom...
why?
This is the phrase that crossed my mind, with the terror cast from the blasts in Bangalore today... till now 7 blasts have been reported with 2 causalities and 20 seriously injured... source identified as the gelatin sticks with nuts and bolts used as shrapnel and explosive of the quantity of 1 or 2 hand grenade...

But sadly, forgetting the injured people, the media is more vocal about the blame game... who is behind all this, terrorist SIMI or LeT are being pointed...
Why can't people and media be more focused on the issue at hand... why they roam around in circles, round and round the issue without really getting their hands into it... Making a 'Big-Fat-Fish' out of the sentiments of people is what always done...
And unfortunately 'we' become their preys willingly... panic... loose our common-sense and give in easily...
Where our logical thinking goes when it is actually needed?

But (not to forget) some of the new-age-gens are so much advanced and computerized that the when they get the ill-fated-news... the only reaction is to call home, check if everything is fine and go back to their precious computer screens... as if allz well!
How?? how can we be so in-humane??

I too checked home, checked with all my friends if they were fine and situation was under control... but i was not able to return to my work...
I looked around, people were busy with client calls, meetings... laughing... the daily office routine...
But... i just couldn't laugh... I went to my fav place to calm myself, but that also didn't help... so i decided to leave office by the very first bus leaving the campus since i hadn't come by my bike today...

As majority of the crowd was leaving early, I had to commute standing. And while standing in the bus only the above phrase came into my mind...

All the questions of the changing computerized life... thinking how people love machines more than fellow humans... How easily they communicate to machines, but when faced with a real person, they seem lost on words...
When did this transition happen?

But suddenly one guy asked me to take his seat... and i was like... curtsy still exists... humanity still exists...
But still, are people not losing the touch on how to express... how to initiate... how to bloom a smile... how to show the love...?


Real Statistics:
8 Blasts in 30 Minutes, 1 killed and 9 injured
Places: Pantharapalya, Mysore Road(1:15pm); Kormangala-Sarjapur Road Junction(1:20pm); Near Kengeri RTO Mysore Road(1:20pm); Adugodi Traffic Junction(1:30pm); Raja Ram Mohan Roy Circle(1:30-1:45pm); Hosaguddahalli Mysore Road(1:40pm); Langford-Hosur Road Junction(1:40pm); Anepalya(1:45pm)

Very much similar to Jaipur Blasts on 13th May,2008; with 9 blasts killing 68 people and injuring 150 people.

de winged

You awoke
my insensate soul
Whilst the sunset casts the last glow…
You unknowingly became
my fiduciary
Whilst counting the glistening stars above…

You gave me
twilight dreams
Whilst slowly stroking my tender hands…
And I wished
I could be your anodyne
that ceases the creases on your heart…
Whilst you inspire
my poetic soul
And the glow of
a dreaming spirit…

even then
Never would I hold
you captive…
but still you possess
my wings
upon your eyelashes, ever so…

Dance

When the night
seems too long...
when the heart
beats no sound...
when the hands
become cold...
and you find
yourself alone...
play the music
that you love most...
dance and dance
till you drop dead...
dance on the snow
till, The End
of the show...

honor...

My honor is my life,
both go in One…
take Honor from Me,
and My Life is Done…

Pieces of Heart

Some one can break Your Heart
But It’s Amazing…
You Still Love them
with every Broken Piece…
You Still Smile
Coz they are smiling…

[might edit]

beauty

Beauty is not measured by
a Brilliant Visage...
But
by the Love Shining
from the Blooded Scars...
Jeweled,
on the Heart’s Face...

Failure...

There is no-thing as ‘Failure’
What you do is only learn...

Does the path seems tough?
Does the stones seems bad?

Look closer...
You are tougher...

There is always a good hidden
in what seems to be bad...

Depends how you want to look,
and move ahead...

Head held high...
With a positive approach...

Move on,
the 'Failure' is just another song...

Morning Window

The light cascading
from the window...

flickering
unknown shadows...

mysterious...
mischievous...

coiling around,
removing the dark smoking billows...

and
another morning strikes
in the mystic eyes...

Solo Ride

It was high time for a ride, and a long one. I went down, but the back tyre was flat! Took it to shop, the tyre-tube was gone and had to be replaced. That done, i took off... few km further i realized i forgot my cam at home only... came back for it... Luckily the weather was just right and i finally took off to uttarhalli - kengeri road!
Just before reaching mysore road, i felt it was safer not to venture further more alone... also there were clouds and thinking it might rain, i returned home...When the day seems too long
and you are lost
in the turmoil...
When there are so many questions
and heart seems lost
in the maze...
You look out of the window
but answers itself
seems a haze...
Clouds seems dark
and winds blow hard
right into your face...
Your eyes frown
far beyond
the empty firmament...
Your heart guides
to the keys
awaiting for a ride...
No aim,
only an undefined path...
No cohort,
only you and your tandem...
Finding solace with the wind
The ruffled feathers
fleeing free...
And the peace becomes
yours to keep...

broken pieces

never love with your complete heart
'coz
when it is gone...
it pains a hell lot
and
you have nothing...
nothing left to live for...

rains

Rain drops fall
on the thirsty earth...
barren lands
turns to life...
gloom clouds,
bursts...
and
tear drops,
from above...

smiling buds,
dancing winds,
music flows
all around...
and
tear drops
from above...

wish

When I mull to bar the
And resolve to flee,
never to think again...
look ahead...
look a future sans the...
Walk ahead and
open a fresh door...
Why is that I find the,
Standing,
with a bunch full of wild flowers...
A surprise lurking
in the corner of the eyes...
Wishing me,
with the sweetest smile...
Wishing a future bright,
Whence the knows as well as I
it rests in the eyes...
Shall I thank the?
Or stay peacefully quite...

Palette of Woe

At the entrance of chill dark carven,
we turn from the warm light,
courage unworn...
But how?
Far in the damp dark darkness,
being faint and weary...
How?
A sudden opening above,
and we are waiting...
But invited back again,
to the life nourishing day...
Why?
The leap of nature longing,
from under pressure of pain.
So immense so strong...
All less immediate motives,
likely forgotten till...
the pain has been escaped from.

Caged

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
Please don't cage me,
else I'll be dead...

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
make a nest for me,
where I can peacefully bed...

I love to fly away
to the far away skies...
I love to dance
to the roaring rains...
I love to chase
the colorful butterflies...
I love to reach out
to the first ray of sunshine...

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
please don't cage me,
else I'll be dead...

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
come rather fly beside me,
where we explore wingspread...

Heart of a Woman

The Heart of a Woman,
An Ocean so vast...
The depth so deep,
that dissolves unsaid ...
warmth so azure,
melts any stony-heart...
The Heart of a Woman,
An Ocean so vast...
the patience so calm,
that soothes the feathery willies...
the anger so strong,
waves that wash everything out...
The Heart of a Woman,
An Ocean so vast...
so protective arms,
holds millions of creatures,
unbound...
The Heart of a Woman,
An Ocean so vast...
{editing}

Story

Wet eyes dream a glory...
True or false,
What is the story?
A gemstone,
Kissed temple...
Slowly flooding fog
slips from the hand,
The sand flowing,
through the hand...
Dust is what remains
Fairytale, no more
Only a story,
with real life ending?

purity...

Purity,
always questioned...
Just a whiff of smoke,
shrivelled soft petal...
Dead,
for life...

But
purity surrounds,
even the dark...
Like a lotus...
Flourishing,
inside the filthy pond...

where is it?
in the heart,
of innocence...
where is it?
in the words,
words of kindness...

It’s a moment,
crystalled timeless...

no more

words,
no more can express...
speech,
no more can convey...
swaying agony,
becomes these words...
bewildered soul,
blocking everything,
these cursed phases...
loosing goal,
spirit unknown...
can't hide
not please
anymore...

time

sometimes love is for a moment,
sometimes love is for a lifetime,
sometimes a moment is a lifetime...
you have given me my lifetime,
some treasured moments,
never to be forgotten...
also i find,
sometimes some moments are guidelines,
sometimes some moments are lifelines,
sometimes a life is
a timeless moment...
and that is my life time
lost
in your time...

Happiness...

Have ever tried
to catch a butterfly...
so lovely,
so colourful,
so elusive...
entrapping beauty...
blossom to blossom,
making you sprint...

go behind,
and it’ll scurry
further away...

cease the chase,
sojourn it a bit...
then you’ll see
miraculously miracle,
a wonder...
sitting on your
shoulders...
it finds you instead...

happiness,
a wonderful butterfly...
stop chasing it for once...

let it find you instead,
don’t let it run...

Chasing the train...

Imagine how it'll be like...
An empty stretch...
and an approaching whistle of a train...

[draft version right now... to tired to edit :) ]

Angel On Ice

Sweet little angel,
on the ice...
Sitting pretty,
You make a lovely sight...
Smile just once baby,
make my heart smile...
Laugh like red cherry,
melt my lucid eyes...
My sweet little angel,
playing on the ice...
What are you holding?
holding tight in your hands...
Is it my heart?
Or just cool ice?
Call out to me,
say AM...
Call out to me,
say ringa ringa roses...
My little Doll,
My little Barbie...
too cute you look!
My little Seraph,
My little Princess...
exquisite,
angel on ice...

Eyes...

Look into my eyes
you'll see
your reflection only...
Look through my eyes,
you'll see
the real me...
What the eyes holds,
can not see...
not when hidden
behind a turbulent sea...
still,
if you want to look
look for a laughing tree...
look for a dancing leaf...
look for a shining berry...
look for a trying plea...
if you find nothing,
then you can not
look through me...

Silence

Silence is sometimes
killing...
Specially,
if it is from someone
for whom you care
deeply...

iota care

don't care an iota...
falling every slope
fishing daily,
only for a look...
eyes closed cross by
quite...
waiting...
looking some sign
don't care an iota...
each day comes,
and creeps by...
quite....
counting
engrossed whole...
closed for some smiles
living
life goes by...
question
ten thousand answers...
but why?

Gemstone

Looking for unknown
Stumbled upon a gemstone
Unknowingly entered,
Filled the heart pure
Became precious,
more than a shinning star
But just like true gold,
Can not mere hold...
It came unknown,
Would go unknown...
Leaving a subtle wish,
wish a more
But it would go,
Only what day,
You can never know...

Dark Clouds

Dark clouds,
climbing on the sun...
Covering it whole!
Somewhere, lightening cries
And they burst!
Crying out loud,
Telling their woes...
Sitting in the foodcourt,
I listen to their plight.
Seeing them cry so hard,
My heart swells uptight...
But where are the tears?
Why can’t i cry with them?
Dryness surrounds my eyes...
Detached?
No! Then why?
As i listen to the beating,
And the darkening light...
Somehow cold it is,
Coz the sun is not in sight...
Sadness surrounds,
Crying continues...
Listening to their woes,
Louder becomes the drench...
Till when this would go on?
I silently wonder...
Please be silent... please be happy...
Slowly thunder...
As if listening to my console,
Clouds become slow...
Dripping tears drizzled,
Mumbling the sufferings...
Silence...
I go back home

Old, No More!

Why can't I stop the time...
Why can't I make it still for you?
Make it still, so that you grow no more...
Stay where you are,
Stay with me for days to go...

Same sweet warmth,
same sweet smile...
Same sweet frown,
same sweet scowl...

The feeling of safety
The feeling of purity
The compassion in your arms...

Let me hold the time!
Please let me hold!
So that you grow old no more...
Stay in your arms,
stay for days to go...

Running back crying,
cursing the world...
Hiding behind you,
from the devils unknown...

Tender Touch,
Care so Pure...
Everything is alright,
Tears washed sore...

Please make time stop!
Make all illness go!
Please make time still!
Make you old no more...
Please stay the same,
stay with me for days to go...

See me smiling,
see me crying...
See me growing some more...

Maybe I am running
Running from the truth...
Maybe I am selfish
wanting you every morn...
So please, just stop saying
Baby, I'm growing old!

Anger

Anger...

Like a volcano,
erupts sudden...

destroys sudden...

everything lost in its wake
but

cools down
a peace and calm surrounds...
lost is lost

never ever would come back
but

leaves a golden crust

just know

how to make up the best

only then

erupt

destroy...

else rather

lay silent...

Would Be...?

Silence...
Broken shreds is what it’ll be.
Busy, busy, and more busy
Give no time to think
Give no time to blink
Go on... move on...
High, always high
Looking back,
Never ever sigh
Silence...
Smiling rains is what it’ll be.
Wet, wet, and more wet
Give no time to dry
Give no time no try
Go on... damp on...
Muddy, always muddy
Pouring drains,
Always cloggy
Silence...
Love would always be.
unheard, unsaid, and more unheard
Give no time to say
Give no time to pray
Go on... live on...
Life, always alive
Red eyes,
Somehow survive
Silence...
Is it how it’ll be?
Silence...
But... yours I would be.

cross

Why cross heart,
every time tried to come close?
Why grouch,
everytime tried to make smile?
What is the mistake,
that behave so?
Vulnerable,
to you
Disclosed whole,
to you
that you very well know…
only mistake committed,
given the right to growl…
only mistake committed,
given the right to know…
but truly,
is it a mistake?
but truly,
otherwise would have been better?
do you feel something?
or just a casual passing?
You care?
tell a-more…

Dream

Nurtured dream,
slowly slowly…
passing all the odds,
passing all swords…
going alone,
finding alone…
crossing all the shits,
crossing all the pinch-pits…

Nurtured dream,
slowly slowly…
Taking face,
taking pace…
coming real,
shaping from surreal…
growing with each day,
growing with each pray…

You came,
joyous dream shared…
You came,
took it, all of it…

You came,
blotted black and white…
You came,
gave back the remains…

Nurtured dream,
where is the place?
where is the grace?
carcass is what it became...
Nurtured dream,
what out of the blue?
what now to do?

Two roses

You gave two roses...
Have never taken any flower,
from anyone... ever
Didn’t know what to say,
Didn’t know what not to say...
Didn’t know how to take...
Have never taken any flower,
from anyone... ever

Not even the lovely wild ones...
Brought by me only and
left on the window carelessly...
But
Put near my purse,
by Him, with so much care...
Had kept in the purse,
with lots of care...
But
Didn’t know what to say,
Didn’t know what not to say...
Didn’t know how to take...
Have never taken any flower,
from anyone... ever
So dropped them,
on the way back...
Back in the wild,
where they belonged...

But
Today
As a small boy passed us,
with bunches to sell...
Flower lover I am,
that you knew...
You were pulling my leg and
I joked for ten thousand and twenty two...
But
You didn’t know the difference
bought me two roses,
red, not even yellow...
Didn’t know what to say,
Didn’t know what not to say...
Didn’t know how to take...
Have never taken any flower,
from anyone... ever
took them, only coz
You didn’t know the difference...
But
a condition pre-said...
Would have preferred,
them to be yellow...

Plz talk...

Please talk...
Say something at least...
Don’t be this silent...
I love you so,
So much, don’t know what to say...
I know I’m wrong,
I always do something or other
That annoys you so...
But please talk...
Say something at least...
But don’t be this silent...
I know you too love me so,
So much, that this much you care...
I cry everyday...
Seeing you online,
Away or idle...
Every time, I try to say,
Please talk...
Say something at least...
Don’t be this silent...
We have been together so,
So much, that I can’t Be,
without you anymore...
Please talk...
Curse me shout at me,
Blame me cry with me...
But please talk...
Say something at least...
Don’t be this silent...
I miss you so,
So much, that my ears,
awaits for your calls...
You are and would be always,
a part of my heart...
even if we are,
so far apart...
Your silence hurts me,
like a knife cutting,
bleeding bloody heart...
But it only cries,
just for your voice...
Please talk...
Say something at least...
Don’t be this silent...
I love you so...

left

Left on the desk,
there is a Note...
Awaiting to be Picked...

Left on a Hand,
there a Wish...
Awaiting to be Held...

Left in a Time,
there is a tone...
Awaiting to be Sung...

Left in some Eyes,
there is a Good-Will...
Awaiting to be seen...

Left in the frame,
there is a smile...
Awaiting for the full moon...

Left on the desk,
there is a Note...
Awaiting to be Picked...

ur own

Ordeals,
your own...
Blame, no one...
Bare, no one...
Destiny,
yours...
And you,
alone...
Only you,
control...

It's...

Four hours more,
to dawn...
But eyes,
still open...
Is it something,
in the bed?
that puzzles,
the head?
Or is the warmy night,
that is so uptight?
Or Some song,
hanging too long?
or is it the darkness,
in the room?
Soft smell,
of your perfume...
Or the wind,
that would bring rain?
or the sound of the wind,
the window pane?
do you know,
what is it?
what is it,
that keeps awake?
Do you know,
But it's you...
(c) Shre 23Jan2008

Up or Down

A beginning
or an end?

Steep Slopes,
Shaky Shadows...
Where to fall,
where to forget?
No one,
to behold...

Dew drops,
kissing...
or barren earth,
Ignited?
Seeds still,
hidden...
Bloom or Broken?
Fire at threshold...

Tell me when,
tell me where?
Wait no more...

Y can't u...

Why can't you see?
I miss you so much,
that my eyes weep...

Why can't you see?
I die every day,
Just to see you on...

Why can't you see?
My pillow cries,
Every night, with me...

Why can't you see?
My fingers shiver,
only to feel your touch...

Why can't you see?
My lips quiver,
Just for a kiss...

Why can't you see?
my heart stops beating,
Just to hear your heartbeats...

Why can't you see?
my eyes go astray,
Just to see your eyes...

Why can't you see?
I run thousand miles,
only to free your smiles...

Why can't you see?
I Love You So,
That my heart bleeds...
©Shre 27Jan2008

Nightingale

Nightingale,
So pretty a tale...
But why put in a cage?
Passing by the pane,
I see her struggling every day...
Nightingale,
So pretty a tale...
Looks at me,
Then fights every rail...
Sometime beak,
Sometime wing,
Grazing them all...
But always,
Glancing the blue sky...
Tiny black pearls,
Shining the liquid light...
Nightingale,
So pretty a tale...
What’s stopping me,
To open the cage?
Is it my own fear?
Not to see you again?
But I can’t see you,
In so much pain...
Please open the cage-door!
Nightingale,
So pretty a tale...
‘Fly away pretty little!’
‘Fly away to the skies,
unknown!’
With puzzled eyes,
She looks...
‘To where...’

Mama's Gal...

I want to hide in your warmth...
I want to lay my head in your lap,
And cry for hours...
But i won’t,
Coz it would worry you,
many more...

missing you,
mama...

I want to hold you tight,
and feel your smell...
I’m tired with the running,
makes me cry out,
for home-coming...
But i won’t,
coz it would break you,
many more...

But i want you near,
I’ll just see you...
and your scold,
that i always hear...
I’ll sleep in your arms,
Hugging your strength near...

i want to lay my head in your lap,
and cry for hours...
but i won’t,
coz I’m now old,
Daddy’s Big Gal...
Facing the World,
on Her Own...

Window

Seeing from the dazed window,
slowly falling drops...

Seeing from the past window,
slowly beaming lips
Seeing from the dazed window,
slowly falling drops...

Seeing from the child's window
slowly dwindling innocence...
Seeing from the dazed window,
slowly falling drops...

Seeing from the God's window,
slowly bestowing strength...
Seeing from the dazed window,
slowly falling drops...

Seeing from your window,
slowly freeing the dove...
Seeing from the dazed window,
slowly falling drops...

Seeing from the future window,
slowly hazy black clouds...
Seeing from the dazed window,
slowly falling drops...

Words of Juliet

I gave my soul,
Only to you...
Anyone if touch me,
But never my soul...
Anyone if hold me,
But never my soul...
For it’s yours,
Yours alone...

I gave my soul,
Only to you...
Anywhere I go,
But never my soul...
Anywhere I be,
But never my soul...
For it’s with you,
Only with you...

I gave my soul,
Only to you...
You may never know,
Nor I would ever say...
I’m your Juliet,
Even if you are not,
My Romeo...

Happy Republic Day

30th January 1956: India celebrating its republic day with a five mile long parade starting at the Great Place and ending at the historic Red Fort. The president Rajendra Prasad (1884 - 1963) took the salute.

Photo by Keystone (Getty Images)
Monday January 30th, 1956

Zombie

No eyes... no see...
No nose... no smell...
No smile... no lips...
Nothing,
but a blank face...

No mind... no feel...
No heart... no beats...
Nothing,
but an empty daze...

No stomach... no hunger...
No throat... no thirst...
No lungs... no breathe...
Nothing,
but a skeleton in cage...

No path... no lead...
No goal... no home...
Nothing,
but a shadow trail...

Walking bare bones...
Walking night ghost...
Walking silent on my grave...
Nothing,
but a Zombie...

Butterfly

I’ll tell you the plea,
of a beautiful butterfly…
The loveliest of all…
in the garden of Shanghai…
It was soft… softer than dew…
It was colorful… brighter than multi-hue…
Fluttering… fluttering…
From one bud to bud…
From one blossom to blossom…
Magnetizing the interest of all…
Alluring the magic of enthrall…
It was the gardener’s pride!

But one day,
to everyone’s dismay…
A wanderer,
walked into the garden…
A mobster, a casanova…
and the beauty was the eye-charm…
He chased, and caught the butterfly…
not by force, but by alluring it close…
Caught… and held…
The little one was innocent,
about the whole charm…
the whole chase game…
It enjoyed the play,
and a new dance…
He played… oh!
How well he played…
Played with it’s wings,
The colorful wings…
brighter than multi-hue…

But, then the wanderer,
was no soft…
He had no heart,
mobster was what…
Just got bored, for something new…
Burnt the wings,
watched with smirk…
Burnt the beautiful wings…
pulling slowly in flames…
Burnt the multi-hue…
till the butterfly fluttered in anguish!

I called to the gardener!
He hushed away the mobster,
and lifted the butterfly…
Crying softly,
Lulled it to sleep…
Telling softly,
Never to trust again…
But the wings are lost,
Never the same again…

Clone Candles

Close.. oh! so close,
they dance...
Clone candles, burning alive...

Rapturous,
is the slow flow...
Music, a stupor...
See! it burns too...
What song!
what notes!
what concords...
Close.. oh! so close,
the flames dance...

The curls... entwined...
The touch... sultry...
The words... tingly...
The glow... dazzled...
Sometimes dim...
Sometimes grim...
Close... oh! so close,
they dance...

Flaming, red...
Bloody, red...
Fleeting fierce...
Glinting gentle...
Just only two,
alone or solo core...
Close... oh! so close,
they dance...

Clone candles, burning alive...
I can do nothing more,
Just watch....
the tango...
(c) Shre 16Jan2008

Submerge

Gone in total dust…
Shell close again,
Never to open…
Let the moans,
become a pearl…
untill then,
submerge baby,
submerge in the ocean’s pail…

the mirrors are broken,
broken in thousand shreds…
and only you,
only you can make it walk…
walk on the broken chunks…
walk till numb,
and staggers to dust…

bleeding bellows,
deeper than deeps cuts…
even on hands,
if you want...
and a total depletion…
so it closes,
never to impair…
never again…

stoned core,
lying smiles lie…
numb hub,
astray track…
so it closes,
watery cold waters…
going currents,
flowing nowhere…
Submerge baby,
submerge in the ocean’s pail…

Glow...

Let the Heart Flow…
Nothing to Lose,
Nothing to Elude…
Rather it Glows,
Glows with the Love
flowing Through…

Let the Heart Flow…
Sometimes...
it gets Back Some Flow,
Sometimes...
just a Casual Bow...

So, Let the Heart be True…
It Grows,
Glows in Countless Blues...
Let the Heart Flow,
Let the Heart Glow...

So much

it hurts so much...
so much it hurts...

why lost so much...
so much its lost...

care so much...
so much it cares...

don't understand much..
so much don't understand...

it's still yours so much...
so much it's yours...

it hurts so much...
so much it hurts...

goes on still so much...
so much still goes on...

don't know still so much..
so much you still don't know...

no one close so much...
so much no one close...

can't be same so much...
so much no one be same...

it hurts so much...
still..
so much it's yours...

While others...

PLAN while others are playing...
STUDY while others are sleeping...
DECIDE while others are delaying...
PREPARE while others are daydreaming...
BEGIN while others are procrastinating...
WORK while others are wishing...
SAVE while others are wasting...
LISTEN while others are talking...
SMILE while others are frowning...
COMMEND while others are criticizing...
PERSIST while others are quitting...

Adding one more.. this is mine... :)

BE YOURSELF while others are faking...

New Morn Awaiting 2 Dance...

A new year... a new morn...
but..
A foggy morning...
The sun has decided to play,
hide and seek...
Do you know why?

The wind is,
yet to sing...
Do you know why?

The bird is perched,
not ready to tweet...
Do you know why?

Because...

The sun is playing,
seeking someone's shine...

The wind is waiting,
waiting for someone...
to breeze by...

The bird is perched,
higher up,
vying for someone...

The day is yet,
to begin it's dance...
lingering...
for someone,
to fire up,
the song...