Last time...

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

I close my eyes
take a deep breath...
and
see your smiling face
calling on to me...

Gathering the last strength
reach to the top...
hoping to see you again
Just before I fall...

feel your arms around
the last time...
Just before I fall...
Open my wings
I fly...
the last time...

Little girl by the signal

Oh gosh! Am late!
And the red lights after red lights!
Frowning heavily,
I wait at the signal

"5 rupees, please take one",
little hand pokes mine.
a small girl, wearing school uniform
lost behind the load of garlands
"just 5 rupees, please do take one",
She pleads…

"Where are your parents?"
"near the roadside"
she points excitedly,
"see, there… "
A smile comes on my face
"do you go to school?"
"Yes :) everyday"
"What about your homework?
When you do it?"
"Sitting by amma,
when the lights are green…"

I take two garlands,
she moves to next vehicle…
green lights flashes
Honks and honks rushes forth
I too move on.

Something makes me
look back at the roadside…
little girl standing by her mother,
a book in her small hands.

Just in 10 rupees,
I bought a wonderful smile.
determination so strong,
Little girl by the signal taught…

Paper

I am your friend as you start with your day
Check the newspaper awaiting at your doorstep today

I am the currency,
that you earn and spend without care.

I am piles and piles of knowledge
that you love and you hate,
But still read it anyways

I am the carefree boat that you floated in the rain…
I am the colorful kite that gave you wings and new friends...
I am a message from loved ones
that brings smiles and tears to your face.

I am plain,
Yet I decorate your life.
I am the art, the music, the dance, the picture…
All starts with me,
still I am naïve.

I am the fan,
when power fails you on a sunny day.
I am hidden at every corner of your archway…

I laugh with you
I rub the tears from your eyes.
I am the power of your emotions.
With me, you have broken rules, boycotted dynasties.
for I am your loud voice…

You burn me for pleasure.
You burn me to die.

Still,
I am with you.
I am your friend.

.SAVE PAPER.

Truth of You and Me

Am sorry for I made you cry
But am not so sorry, for I did it again…
So that’s how it goes…
It is truth of you… and me…

I followed you many times around
I crossed the streets fearing you’ll be gone
Assumed the worst and lashed at you
Don’t you know,
It were my own insecurities…
Am sorry for I made you cry
But am not so sorry, for I did it again…
So that’s how it goes…
It is truth of you… and me…

Indifference was the mask I wore
Subtle killing was the only goal
Flirted around to see the hurt on your face
Don’t you know,
This love was too much for me!
And I made you cry
But am not sorry, for I did it again…
So that’s how it goes…
It is truth of you… and me…

Now that I’m on my own
Admitting to the emptiness you left behind
With all that’s been said and done…
Don’t you know,
It is the end.

Your smell still lingers in the bed…
Oh baby!
What we’ve done…
You make me cry

Little Butterflies

Little Butterflies
so young and tender...
Left alone in the world to wonder..
"You are like me,
and I am like you
But where is my family?"

Little Butterflies
trying to flutter...
The winds are strong
but the wings to delicate
and they shudder...
"Will I get to fly free someday?"

Precious pearls
but sadly fighting alone...
"Will you be the one
to Save my Soul?"

[Few lines dedicated to an orphanage]

verse

If only I could write an echo,
asking a shadow to dance...

If only I could share the shade of an old tree,
asking the angels to sing...

and the verse would begin
with a lump in the heart...

cry

Underneath the pillow
Lies a heartless story
Only darkness,
as far as the eyes goes
Tormented rains,
beat up the windows
And black clouds,
eat up the only ally

Sometimes such sadness passes us by
And there is no wind for us to dry
And we cry

In the garden
Grows a pair of blue lilies
Sun, too sunny this day,
shines love,
all inside from the marrow
And it leaves some trails
for a beaming landscaper,
And a lullaby...


Sometimes such happiness passes us by
And there is no room for us to hide
And we cry

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...

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...

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…

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]

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...

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...

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