Together Till Eternity

I hold her by my side,
not wishing to let go
her death is slow.
The smile on her face,
still deep in my mind
As though, taking me into another life
where,everything was fine and easy go.
There were the woods we trekked,
and the hills we climbed.
There were the laughs,
and the occasional cry.
The sweet smell of rose,
when she arrived.
Now as she's dying,
nothing remains alive.
As,she was the life within me,
the guardian of my soul.
She has her eyes fixed upon me,
I am unable to blink
fearing;i will lose her in that time.
The smile still etched on her face,
she looks like a painting
and i am still waiting
for a miracle to happen.
But,Alas! There's a change in her expression,
she has turned pale.
I take her face into my hands
and as i breathe,
I wish i could accompany
her as an eternal wreath...

Confessions of a Novice

I am not a poet who wishes to write
The words are not mine,
That scribbles into a rhyme.
The ink is not real,
Words shown through the dark.

I am not a poet who wishes to write,
One day as I sat; an idea struck my mind.
I twisted it into a piece,
Which was then denied-
Causing me a fury; which rage into a fire.

I am not a poet who wishes to write
As a memento for my desire,
I am gifted with a pen,paper and ply
But soon they lay rested,
As I fell totally dejected.

I am not a poet who wishes to write
But, Ah! an image is again formed,
And the pulp is again stormed
The words become processed
And I ask;"Am I possessed?"

Staggering Towards An End

Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts
I move ahead to find my where about
Causing the green down my paw
To move like a forest in the claw
Of fire, of hatred, of deeds forbidden                    
To the human soul          ………..                  

Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts              
The people I saw in the past
Move into the shadow of present    
Just to vanish as the future beholds    
Calling me to enter its trial
For a place in the funeral pyre…………


Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts
It’s the vessel, which is sinking
The sail, which is cracking up
Because of a captain who wishes
To kill the albatross
In search of endless miseries to come
And punishment fortified………

Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts
It’s the life, which has to be saved
At all costs
But the darkness revolves around the sinner
For the crimes endless…


Saving the sins in a briefcase of thoughts
Opening them all, I stand in front of the lord
So let there be mercy, Oh! My good god
But this time the noose is tight
And the only way out is anything
But bright…

Mimicry of Life

Man is like a puppet
His hands like a string,
His expressions
Like the strokes of paint
Fixed and emotionless
But easily captured by
The eyes of people....
You see the man he created
in the eyes of a new born
Whose expressions have not been
Fixed yet
Who laughs freely....openly
But Alas! How long?
Will this innocence remain the same?
How will this help him to survive in this
cruel and selfish world?
Ultimately, his expressions will
turn into a
Mimicry Of Life....

Tears Roll by

Walking down the street,
With my lonely feet.
They move here and there,
As they have no place to reach.
A sweat escapes my face,
And I watch it roll by,
It’s like a ball in the open Isle.
The clouds have shifted close by,
And the rain starts to fill the drain.
I see the beggar cleaning the street thoroughly,
As he has no legs,which could hold him high.
Seeing the men not willing to get wet,
The beggar has a heartfelt laugh,
Which too is wet, with the times gone by.
His heart shown through his eyes,
Which have rained just a little way behind.
A penny dropped into the beggar’s hat,
Shines in the morning sky.
I feel pity and drop a coin,
From the pocket of my suit.
Some drops from my drenched coat,
Fall into the little fellow’s eye.
I think that he is again crying,
Not willing to live in a world,
Which can't afford to give him,
A single night, with his eyes dry...

A voyage into my subconscious

I see it
but cant touch
coz its my dream
and its out of my clutch..

Oh!there i see myself
Fairer than what i am actually
Ah!Let me have a closer look
Emotionless;thats what my expression
Or rather the lack of it suggest..

Am i talking to sumone? Or am i just mad?
I see a figure infront of me
blurred is what
I make out of the face..

The conversation is on a mute i suppose
coz hardly anything reaches my ears.
God!its such a happening place to be
but for the lousy actors enacting important characters..

Cant i speak louder?
Where is the voice that frightens a dozen people away?

Wait..now i see the face
Its none other than Aunt Krace
Shouting on me for a candy i stole
but i don't want to wait till her age
when i cant even stroll

She is haunting me in my dreams
where i should be drooling over an ice cream!
I wish i never visited this play
the lousy actors enacting ever so pathetic characters

I really want to hit the playwright
He has got nothing right!!
tormenting my dreams
where i would be better off eating sum ice creams!!

A New Beginning

Everyday feels so new
Every wish yearns to be true.
There's a light that is seen
Not far,but from within.

Songs of the morning
heard so clear.
winds that are turning
so that we hear.

Its the moment
and everyone knows its real.
But how far?
Is the question that's clear

Will it last forever
or is it gone.
Its this fear
thats still not lost.

There are bounderies
to be broken.
There are lives
that are to be saved.

Above all there is a hope
that we will survie
There is a hope
that we will survive..