I turned the last page and finished the book,
was surprised how come just a day it took.
I walked towards the balcony to see the glowing moon,
but felt there was something creeping in the attic soon.
Maybe the breeze I thought and turned my back,
suddenly all the books fell from the stack.
I ran and arranged them to their place,
and how come on their own opened up my show laces?
I closed the windows and went to brush,
soon red colored water began to rush.
The brush fell from my hands and I ran to my bed,
couldn't get my mind away from the water running red.
I grabbed the blanket and went into its arms,
closed my eyes and I could only see barren farms .
Suddenly the doors were open and felt someones presence,
maybe smelling swampy was his quintessence .
Long black coat and wet thin hairs,
in the night so dark he wore black glares.
Was he a demon or a assassin?
On the walls of fear my heart began to lean.
He cam towards me,
ruffles black beard and hot fat cigar was all I could see.
His green eyes stared at me,
I could feel weights tied up to my knee.
Shiver was running as long as the Nile,
the car of fear had crossed 1000 miles.
He brought a hand from behind his back
I knew he was ending my life pack.
A long chopper was in his hand,
I knew he would chop the grass of my life from this land.
"Hi..I 'm the unknown and to get you I have come"
this was I could here from his tone full of his booze from rum.
He ran towards me in anger and despair,
now I was gonna be a machine which no one can repair.
"No...no..no..Lord same me ...lord save me!!!"
suddenly there was a heavenly face I could see,
it was my mom with the tea.
Oh lord it was just a dream,
in the sky of joy the bird of my heart beamed.
My poems and me
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Who am I?
I am a wanderer in search of love
with a heart like a new born innocent dove.
I think more and talk less
my heart and brain always have chase
heart runs ahead or sometimes
rests on someone's love bed.
Then brain takes the charge
and draws his own collage.
Who am I?
I am a simple guy
who'll write for the world
and finally pen a sweet goodbye.
with a heart like a new born innocent dove.
I think more and talk less
my heart and brain always have chase
heart runs ahead or sometimes
rests on someone's love bed.
Then brain takes the charge
and draws his own collage.
Who am I?
I am a simple guy
who'll write for the world
and finally pen a sweet goodbye.
Monday, 2 January 2012
You In the Heaven
Oh you in the heaven,
you turn everyone's life to a swan from a raven.
When we have your holy sight,
our lives start shining bright.
You never leave any body's pot half filled,
that id the reason of this beautiful empire you have build.
You are the one who saves our sinking boats,
In the sea of your love this devotee floats.
You hug everyone who comes you way,
You never think whether its a night or a day.
IN the classroom of life you are the teacher,
In the art of our lives you are the master.
You are never seen but always felt,
with everyone's sorrows you have dealt.
When my life has lost its glee ,
its the only one you my lord whom I can see!
you turn everyone's life to a swan from a raven.
When we have your holy sight,
our lives start shining bright.
You never leave any body's pot half filled,
that id the reason of this beautiful empire you have build.
You are the one who saves our sinking boats,
In the sea of your love this devotee floats.
You hug everyone who comes you way,
You never think whether its a night or a day.
IN the classroom of life you are the teacher,
In the art of our lives you are the master.
You are never seen but always felt,
with everyone's sorrows you have dealt.
When my life has lost its glee ,
its the only one you my lord whom I can see!
New Year Is Here
Yes its time for the new year's eve,
and also when the old world would leave.
The new year would bring lots of questions,
and moments full of expectations.
Many would rise many would fall,
many would grow fat and many would grow tall.
The rives of many lives would find new routes,
The trees of many lives would bear new fruits.
The dry soil of many hearts would at last get some rain,
while some ,may still feel the pain.
This new year someone may lose and someone may win,
Who knows may be a rainbow of a great phenomena might be seen.
I pray everyone's faces shine just like the bright sun,
and hope this year there are many great things we can learn.
I pray the lamp of out hearts never lose the oil,
the tree of our life would then always be full of soil.
Mystery is what lies beneath this year,
I wish the best for all those who are dear.
May the lord bless you all with your dreams,
may he fill the dish of your lives with cakes , cookies and ice creams.
and also when the old world would leave.
The new year would bring lots of questions,
and moments full of expectations.
Many would rise many would fall,
many would grow fat and many would grow tall.
The rives of many lives would find new routes,
The trees of many lives would bear new fruits.
The dry soil of many hearts would at last get some rain,
while some ,may still feel the pain.
This new year someone may lose and someone may win,
Who knows may be a rainbow of a great phenomena might be seen.
I pray everyone's faces shine just like the bright sun,
and hope this year there are many great things we can learn.
I pray the lamp of out hearts never lose the oil,
the tree of our life would then always be full of soil.
Mystery is what lies beneath this year,
I wish the best for all those who are dear.
May the lord bless you all with your dreams,
may he fill the dish of your lives with cakes , cookies and ice creams.
Wandering heart
it will do so until someone comes and arrests.
I don't know how far it will reach,
but there is no rule it cannot breach.
Its dying due to love's thirst,
someone please come and quench it before my heart bursts.
Its roaming around like a careless bull,
not following ant law nor any rule.
How hard I try but still it doesn't listen,
why does it keep on beating for the same person?
MY brain asks the heart to move on,
but heart says I'll beat for the person for whom I am born.
I want the caterpillar of my heart to become a butterfly,
and forget everything and just fly high.
But its like a tree which never leaves its roots,
That is why it doesn't wanna go by any other routes.
I don' know what should I do of my this crazy heart,
Nor can I throw it as it is my body's part.
I hope it grows up someday,
but till then it will keep wandering in the same way.
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