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...