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…
Monday, 25 February 2008
Sunday, 24 February 2008
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?
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?
Labels:
Time
Thursday, 21 February 2008
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...
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...
Labels:
Life
Saturday, 16 February 2008
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...
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...
Labels:
Time
Friday, 15 February 2008
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...
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...
Labels:
Time
Saturday, 9 February 2008
ur own
Ordeals,
your own...
Blame, no one...
Bare, no one...
Destiny,
yours...
And you,
alone...
Only you,
control...
your own...
Blame, no one...
Bare, no one...
Destiny,
yours...
And you,
alone...
Only you,
control...
Labels:
Motivational,
Time
Friday, 8 February 2008
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
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
Thursday, 7 February 2008
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...
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...
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
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
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
Sunday, 3 February 2008
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...’
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...’
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