Days of You

I drink my coffee every day in morning
And when I am done, I feel like talking
But then I am here and you living there
There is nothing much that I can share

Please don't feel like I am unahppy
But its almost what I want to say
Doesn't matter if I'm talking of you
I am always thinking about you though

Your face keeps coming up all the times

At times, I confuse the mirror with mine
Your voice and your words always linger
And sometimes your skin on my fingers

I think, I am writing this for you to know
That sometimes I want to say that "I do"
Even though I haven't said enough till now
I will hope that you know that I surely "do"

Let me go

Excuse me god, too busy writing my destiny
When you have no idea what I would like
I would like to get rid of every tragedy
These mishaps are not what I anymore like

I would like to drink up every glass of wine
Cause it would cloud all the evil that I see
I would leave every thing, every one behind
Anyway its all going to be fine without me

I would like to have this strange breakdown
that takes away all my smiles and stupid mistakes
Its feels better sometimes to let things go
I know its my life that would be at stake

Such boundless pressure for which i am not made
I can't wait for happiness for twenty or more minutes
It's just taking away more than what I have gained
Cant you see that it's not important, what ever!!

Excuse me god, too busy experimenting with my destiny
I dont want you to fill it up with ups and downs
It would suit me if it is little less than harmony
Sometimes its better if you would just let me go..........

Effortless pain

I have been waiting for the day to fade
So that we talk and I have a happy face
Wondering if this can be called normal
Wondering if I should say or stay formal

I fall for you by each night that turns over
and then deeper when the morning soars
I keep thinking if this is at all usual
To be sure of what I have never felt before

Why am I not tired of talking to you on phone?
Then replaying every laugh, every word we spoke?
Needless is my urge to understand this ache
Useless is my effort to know why I am a wreck

I have been waiting for the day to fade
I am waiting for you to lay in your bed
Wondering if you would come to me tonight
So I can just be little happier than last night

Good Times

Last time when December was here
I was half awake and half asleep
Dust had not kept any secret from me
I was told; my good times will be here

When May took away all the birds
Rooftops and trees were abandoned
The wind had not kept anything hidden
I knew; my good times is at next corner

When August swallowed all city lanes
Everybody was soaked in hard blown rain
The sparrow hidden in the window pane
told me; my good time will be here

This time when December is here
This time when we have already met
Every moment spent echoes in my ear
Enjoy your good times; Cause its here.........

Lovers we are

You have come first as a sound
then a breath and now a spell
Within the lips that are locked
I found a heart that could bell

You and I careened from distance
Aimlessly driven, like all lovers
Like two streams from mountains
hurrying to meet and make an ocean


Behind us world, ahead the wind
We sway on bridge between them
Below us grass, above birds in flight
We made a memory there and left

Come now and never leave me
I have found home in your dreams
Stay now and never leave please
I found a heart that's just like me

Spend a little night with me

We were sitting near an approximate line
You were leaving; I was a little surprised

I should've told; distance only causes silence
But our eyes never talked; got lowered by pride
And all I couldn't say was.........
"Spend the last night with me"

Composing me in your every poem; in every metaphor
Here I am trying to be like one; I'd like to muse

But I want to listen inside you, or the gone by
Ballads hidden in your body or your lyric sigh
And all I couldn't say is.........
"Spend this whole night with me"

On Saturdays and Sundays when I am really lonely
But I dont want to be; you know I am really trying

Were you really here? or I'm living in oblivion
I cant tell my dreams from truth sometimes
And all I think of saying is.....
"Spend a little night with me"

In the morning; when you are turning in your bed
I'm a bad memory from last night in your head

I must be fussing on something that I cant even recall
But I remember me breaking you all the way down
And all I could have said is.....
" Spend this night with me"

My Melody

Where are you my angel now?
Cant you see that I am crying
I know you cannot make it now
But you can see that I am crying....

Looking at you while you are sleeping; in my mind
I am sitting here weeping, all hours go so slow
Knowing you'll be leaving, I am hoping for a sign
But I know for sure that I have to let you go

I have asked you to walk up the hill
With a burden like me on your back
I have asked you to jump down from the hill
And prove; you'll always love me back

It was me at fault; I see it when I rewind
I wish it wasn't like this, I am not wise.
I gave my troubles when you had yours on mind
I am sorry that its too late now to realize.

You are gentle, kind and understanding
Even after all the hurt and disappointment
You are love, friend and my angel of healing
Even after all the fights and disagreement

Wish I didnt have to make all those mistakes
Please be patient and know that I am learning
I am sorry that you've to put yourself on stake
And still see strength inside me burning

Where are you my angel now?
Cant you see that I am crying
I know you cannot make it now
But you can see that I am crying....

I am sinking like a rock in the sea
I am burning down like a bridge
And my troubled chest broke all its doors
Filled water and sun in my empty room
I shall die young, which I didn't want
But this doesn't matter much like before

The water is taking me back to the start
Back to the water that broke and I was born
The sun welcomes me no more but says nothing
I am thinking if he knows me like i know him
But this doesn't matter any more
This doesn't matter like before

I was so tired of learning to talk
Building fences against my world
I was tired of finding you, you and you
Building bridges between our world
But this doesn't matter anymore
This doesnt matter at all much like before

And I am sinking like a stone in the sea
I will lie in the sea bed made up for me
Your beautiful smile still making me happy
I am feeling your hands on my body
I am dying young, I wanted to live with you
But this doesn't matter at all much like before

All you need is Love

I think about you over and over again
I have thought about you today
I have thought about you last night
I am thinking about you tonight

And......

Love means more when life gets hard
When all the exits and windows seem barred
Choices driving us to make a sacrifice
And every desire we keep has a hefty price

I've loved for many years, since I was born
I've felt love cross my way quite often
And still it hits me like my first spring
Later I linger on fresh fragnances it bring

Love has been my peace, my inner bliss
A claim against my life, sometimes a gift
Love is ecstasy that grows inside day by day
With which I move the mountains away

Love for world, family, you and rest
Love to make a home in the lost wilderness
Is flowing through me from a distant edge
Is flowing as it is an ancient urge

But then....

I think about you over and over again
I have thought about you today
I have thought about you last night
I am thinking about you tonight

Prayer

Send peace to his flickering mind and vision
O, may victory is achieved on every arrow shot
While wandering in his dreams, when he seeks love
None other-- But gets caught in my hair locks

Be plentiful, when ever he helps another
May panthers and tigers watch over my king ARTHUR
With wisdom hour by hour, he stands firmer each hour
A little different, a little stronger from others

If a sad thought passes his school slowly
O dear stars,the blue apparel would shake violently
If a sad thought consumes my dear one wholly
O dear stars, the rapturous carol would echo heavily

Raise him higher from melancholy minds
Raise him to reach higher from his kinds
And in the flaming forest he emerges like a lion
A phantom, a beast, a storm and yet divine

Be charming his company, and his tongue like flute
His words of character that play upon one lute
His glamour and glory blinds every curse and ruin
I, woman of his fate, offer all my prayers to God.

Sad Situation

I am a vase of flowers in a window frame
To look at what the world does to itself
There is no morning to be inspired of
Nothing ravishing when you look beyond
My house in a little trouble by a tree
Some smiles are now never to see
For all my time I will hear people pray
Fragnance meant to send stench of dead away
Again the sun touches the top and falls down
Without a thud. No, it doesn't make a sound.
A part of night waits behind weakening light
I am loosing my petals, why am I loosing my sight?
And I feel older than the cold December stars
I feel its back again to take me into its arms
I am a vase of flowers in a window frame
Witnessing my soul reaching for heaven
I don't understand, if its my funeral or hers?
Tell me how does this all end so fast?
All I and she ever looked for was happiness.
Not always for ourselves, only; also for us.
Life was a chance and we completely misunderstood
An ecstasy so sharp that it feels like anguish.

Appearance is deceiving

One must talk and appear wise
And the wise ones mend this vice

One must stand first and appear to lead
A leader puts himself in the end.

One must smile to appear happiest
Happiness is when one is free from tears

One must stay busy and appear useful
Useful person is always available for you

One must give plenty to appear kind
But kind people take all without a hitch

One must have many friends to appear being loved
Loved ones have only few to depend upon

One must give a good advice to appear caring
A caring person gives space for thinking

Still a Loner

And I die again, the true exchange with end!
The rain storms flooded my porch again
The clothes drenched in water from heaven
And be removed by one who wears them

The broken window has been repaired
These curtains and sofa have been replaced
The wood from my bedroom has been recycled
These walls have no memory, all redecorated

Clocks have been timed with fresh batteries
Rose, lilies and all other shrubs are dead
The stream of red ants continue their trade
Before the dog barked, he has been chained

Its Saturday. you arrived earlier than sunset
Like a young husband, you don't speak your head
Weeding out your files from your briefcase
You curse again and again on some mistake

And when all the lights are down you stay awake
Restocking the pantry with beans and bread
If these are things that you want for yourself
You have become the ghost as I have became

God! It's a lonely place.
Lonely as always........

I am mean

The green is now only owned by "big" builders
Now it's upto dragonfly to cross the dry leaves
And reach his tree in these private nurseries
It's his home, but to us, he is just a disease

Somebody wrote that we all are orphans, God our father.
So I send some money to some poor kind in neighbour
But I see starvation killing his family every year
The bodies are counted and published in a news paper .

There are thousand of Amway ladies in my country
None think of giving a shell away to the needy
They spend thousands on hair product and creme
And not even a little to help, who live in poverty

I am the prince of england, and I live on 1000 acres
I am the landlord of these fields, I export grains
I am an engineer, I work on laptops during my supper.
He is poor, remove him from my home, mall and hotel.

And the green is now only owned by "big" builders
Now it's upto the dragonfly to cross the dry leaves
And reach his tree in these private nurseries.
Either by law or by force, he must live as GOD wished.

Why rain comes with tears??

Oh! It has begun. Is there any one?
In this blinding light of sun.
Oh! dear the "cry session" has begun.
Eyes are red. A thousand tears are shed

Oh! dear you are so lost, but a perfect stranger
You don't know me, even not my name anymore
When these concrete buildings gaze at you
They are the only ones don't cry when they see you.

These cities are self obsessed in its own monsoon
And I say why tears and rain has to come together
I am tired of this rain,stupid romantic sunsets.
And you say you'd find your name in this new town.

Appealing are the changes of our life
Yet essential is what seems old and ancient
And the time is not right, at times not enough.
I say. I saw the end to this, before it all begun.

Running out of Days

There is so much of work on desk
There is so much to drag on my back
It doesn't let me move on or stand
All these little things create haste

Running out of days to spend with you
Running out of patience to let you know

Too long, too late and I made you wait
I walk and try to walk more with this weight
I want to say sorry, but its not enough
Nobody can win,if everybody wants you to lose

Running out of days to tell you I love
Running out of time to show that I care

It's like I reach 1 step towards and 2 against
It's like all the time has been just wasted
The places where we meet, these gifts that I adore
All seems to choke me when I don't see you anymore

Running out of days to see more of these places
Running out of time to know you even better

Runnig out of every damn thing!!

There is something about FaceBook

Open your eyes and then your laptop
Click, click and connect to INTERNET
Open a new window, go and Google
Sign in FaceBook to update your traces

Blah Blah that you wrote on your status
Look for a song on you tube to stream in
A name that you are look for on MySpace
Search missing apps, read a wiki about some place

Such and such has sent you a request
Asking you to be your FaceBook friend
And the name is I_am_an_ass_Rocky
He's status says something about gravity

You click click to view his profile
Check his taste in art and his style
Three contacts in common,the so called pals
They too with rubbish rubbed on their walls

As you follow his past activities
Someone in common sent you a ping
You ask her about him and how's he
All she knows is that he sings

You look at the album that he has posted
He is handsome and a hell of a boaster
His favorite movie is THE GODFATHER
He is fond of a track called Hey, Soul Sister

His status now updated and talks about love
It published publicly, but seems to be for you
Now your heart hums and drums
You waver between confirm and ignore

But beyond this window there's another window
Made of glass like this one, but not virtual
It displays swings and plays barking dog
Past the corner there is another playground

There is a sky that turns blue to lemon
And back to black from where it began
Bushes grow greener and flowers wilder
Life is living but out of your web world

The Song

I reminisce you singing my heart out to me
"I'm here without you baby".A song that I bear
The words memorized like a prayer for lord
The tune made of my blood and bones
The rhythm with which my heart throbs.
It's just a song but yet so close to my heart.

"All the miles that separtate"; is always our story.
And all we believe is that someday this will be history
"I am here without you baby", is always life's tragedy.
Great Lord, mend my craving, mend what's mandatory

"I have heard this life is overrated", a fact unchangable
It taxes us for being true to eachother and accountable
Time works in a strange manner, turns around all tables
Life looking up to a life which can be much stable

"Everything I know and anywhere I go", I will love you still
"When its all said and done.", I will stand by you still
All the ups and downs, all the hard times we can see
"It won't take away my love." I may fail, but we will win

Love thee

Loneliness is my friend for the moment
My failure is a tool of your entertainment
You must be glad with your self
Yet I don't know if you are better than I.

Soon if it's over and done
What will be our lives?
Soon when all your ego is gone
Will you be able to survive?

Memories of our smiles chase my peace
My face is what haunts me in my dreams
You must be happy with your self
Yet I still care if you are better than I.

Soon if inside of I dies
Whom will you live for?
Soon when your cold love rises
Whom will you call for?

Pages full of words and words full of truth
Your ignorance makes me scrible more and more
You must be blessed with your self
Yet I still know you are not better than I.

What I ask is nothing new
Just see through me
You are the one
Who consumes me
Forget your wound
And watch me wither!!!

Short story for heart that's broken

They say...

When a heart breaks
It never breaks in pieces
That is why when it breaks
It never becomes one piece

But the truth is...

Hearts never break in even
He leaves the home forever
She watches herself being abandoned
He's free and she's left to suffer

Sometimes....

A heart dies under burden of other
She won't say the truth and blames
He knows what she did at late hours
End of love here, start of pain there

And not only this...

Heartbreaking is now such a symmetry
In urge to find something new and wild
Nothing bothers them even in their sleep
Its a thought that just passes their mind

But Somehow...

It wants to resist another chance of pain
But a broken heart still beats and breaths
It just gets lost trying killing the pain
Cause it never wanted to be broken in the first place

I keep waiting for a better tomorrow

Rumours of all the demons under my viens
Faith and peace all crumbling into pieces
Shadows of my own fingers on my skin
Blood of loneliness dripping with my tears

So when I am screaming at top of my voice
So when I am crying alone
So when I refrain myself from suicide
I keep waiting for a better tomorrow to come

Queen of the fools is what I call myself
As my heart is kept at the edge of a shelf
Prison of shame is where my body is held
Crucifix of my bones to hang me till death

So when I am calling for help
So when I am dying for a little air
So when I am sleeping with eyes wide open
I keep waiting for a better tomorrow to come

In all this turmoil I kill myself a little
While he who laughs closes all the exits
I snatched a piece of flesh from my sin
To show what it is like to love and live

So when I am walking bit faster
So when I am breathing a little harder
So when I say its all better
I keep waiting for a better tomorrow to come

Brutal Sweet Good Bye

When is it right to ask a question
to all the love you have known
Wnen is it right to end your confusion
And leave every apprehension alone.

We ride this roller coster of
Emotions as we try our lives
To make it through tough and rough
And yet, I can't deny my happiness

As I looked into your face
On days that have been bad
I see a look that beckons me
It's tired, hurt but its not sad

I have watched us in our good times
I see us in our bad ones now
After some bumps and little dips
I seem to lose everything somehow

The little spark that burnt inside
Behind those loving eyes.
Is growing old and ever clouded
By my ugly and cruel side

I try to see beyond what i see now
I try to talk beyond what we have
And softly you whisper to my self
This may get better yet.

For letting go is harder for
The person who is left behind
It means that if I let you go
I cannot turn back you and time

Back to the days that I long for,
When we were full of love and life
And every day held a new promise
And our futures, clear and bright

But now the sun is shining lesser
We take a daily toll now
I can't understand what's better
You still don't seem tp give up

I think the hardest part in this
Is never knowing why is this so?
I have to be courageous and quite
And say a sweet goodbye to you.

Street of South Delhi

Every one may know me
No one knows every thing about me
Most know less than what they think
As I am not the only confusion
As in life, there is much confusion
More than that is in love
And much more than that is in hatred

Example, he has grown foolish from a scholar
Who is confused about the shape of his career

Some one is writing a book on increasing poverty
Ah! as if he's an poor who can afford to publish

His mother encounters a man in the streets
She has not seen for twenty years

A dog following some one back home
People living on street without food

A girl is walking as if she sees nobody on the road
And she walks to catch glimpse of every road romeo

Some one is going to hide his crime
Some one must have already being ruined

She doesn't know how to answer her mother's question
He doesn't know the right answer to crucial question

Children leaving for schools, some not reaching there
Lovers or ex-lovers or would be lovers

Old people spending hours in the parks
Youths leaving for late dinner parties

Some one is about to suffer near death almost dying.
Some one is just avoiding,as if it is not really happening.

Everyone has forgotten something
Lost in imaginary pleasure of spring
Morals, god, humanity, Don't know what it is
As I am not the only confusion
As in life, there is much confusion
More than that is in love
And much more than that is in hatred

Rainy day, a diary and She

Lengthy paragraphs in the book can be warning or a fantasy
The thick and thin books and references of those in directory
One such thin book that I got my hands on has a little story
It narrates of a place in the city and woman who's just lonely
Slightly discolored that she has inherited from her mommy
Picture of a time when the rain fell for countless days
Staring out from a window is a blue under her tired eye
As a watermark on the paper for owner to claim the property
Stood out of these lengthy paragraphs was her despondency
The difficulty of maintaining balance and neutrality
The horror always dancing around in the carnival of city
Her hands tell her future, but nothing comes from her memory
She'd lived years before, but has nothing in her repository
Her tears dried on her cheeks, on her table an old diary
Some one speaking to her through the pages, likes of our colloquy
She was being told of a day which was not at all like today
Of a day when the sun smelled like sun flower and honey
Of times when she painted the clouds, waterfalls and valley
The valley was her birth place and always fed her fantasy
The fantasy that was living and merged in her reality
A love that flourished in the arms of her hubby
Days couldn't have been better and were always sunny
One day she saw a black cloud coming her way
She painted it and wrote about it in her diary
Rain was coming for the thirsty fields, she welcomed with joy.
How could have she known, it's not always a sign of ecstasy
She prayed, she painted, she played and she loved him always
She was fond of his eyes, his ears and loved him dearly
She smiled when he kissed her, she felt blessed eternally
A rainy day on her field was fun and they had a party
A day quickly became days and rainy day doesn't seem to go away
Valley was filled with water and the watermark kept soring absurdly
She was floating on a piece of her roof, looking for Gerry.
She had lost everything, her home, her paints, her diary
She had lost him in the water and it was her doomsday
She kept hold of that board and called his name constantly
Gerry didn't replied, but the clouds laughed at her brutally.
Doomsday ended and so a year, but she kept searching him insanely.
She found the debries, her paints and diary, but not her dear hubby.
She waited either for his well being or her own funeral cermony.
She went crazy but only spoke to her torn diary.
One day she climbs to the top of a mountain driven by her agony.
She jumps off the cliff and thinks that it is end of her story
No one knows how she was saved and brought to this sanctury.
No one knows why she remembers nothing and lost her memory
She came in blood and she cluched on to a diary.
They thought the diary might help to bring back her memory.
She had read it many times, but never remembers it entirely.
Nothing reminds her of this part of her story.
All she knows is that she hates the rain utterly.
She hates the water drops that fills the streets of city.
It makes her feel hollow and empty. Then she cries
No body tells her that what she reads is her own diary.
She just thinks the writer of diary must have been silly.
The writer speaks of the rain so highly.
And all she finds it dim, gloomy, nasty and deadly.

When love .....

When love begins to enter days arrogantly
Like the sound of snap after every silence
It takes away your clock and hides in closet
Pushing you to start the day all over again

When love begins to dance with you in the fields
You know there is a partner to share your music
Then you set off on the road that you know the best
Cities seem different and destinations are temporary

When you think, "All I am is weak, without a spine"
Like a cellar full of food it feeds your strength
It catches your fall and holds you when you trip
Without hesitation, it always stands by your side

When love begins to sleep with you at nights
Like the breeze playing with your loose hair
You have handful of dreams and a lovely smile
A gesture that says, everything is alright

Be it books!!!

Perspective of weak minds is a bright book
Reflecting you with out asking, who are you?
Burning and shining is a soul inside a nook
Open it wide to read the tracks it left for you

The dead, alive, lost and found all voices are still
The enlarged spirits sweep the reality and speak
Speak of the times that were real at some point of time
Abducted conscious follows the chapters of prime

Books live with you like these flowers in vase
Which in company of light spreads all its fragnance
Books sleep with you like this pillow in white
Put your head in it and glide away to some where else

Healing and rich, though this they do most slow
Sometimes it takes you one step up and two steps down
Better the choice be careful, for its meant to store
Store of great tasks to try, to know what's good

And admist all the choas, when one is on his knees
Not wanting knowledge, but for want of heed
Thank them wild fool, if it wasn't for these guides
Answers you get, that are too much for your question otherwise

Scholar of 2012

I am afraid of nothing but the you my love
Will you inherit some of the fears like the rest?
Those thin men weep as they memorize their pain
Complains they drink in their dark clubs and cafes

I don't want you to be caught like the rest
in beers, mumbling the small dreams that we had
The neighbours have violent stories of their mates
They are doomed to remember rage and only rage

I don't want you to believe what the rest tell
You can worship the god, but you adore me more than him
How can he love us more than we love eachother?
These frantic prayers won't do us any good

I dont want you take the path that other tread
Never become the face in blur of other heads
I walked with you, and I know your destination
Its far away from the limits that they preach

You are with them, but don't become one of them
They are horses, they sleep while they stand
You're the gifted scholar, the world will have
I remember, but you should never forget that.

Divorce

Empty existence but everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now to see
What happens next? What happens next?
And you would live like today never happened.

Attention please, attention please
Your fall is endless and the life hopeless
Look ar your own blistered fingers
And you would dare to live like today never happened.

Wake up to the guilt of sleeping alone.
Goodmorning to your empty mornings.
Where oyu are going to go, where you are going to go
And dare to live like today never happened

May be forgiveness is sitting right by your side.
May be salvation walked by your side just now.
What are you going to do, what are you going to do
Dare to live your whole life like it never happened.

I don't know what I am saying

Truth has a bad habit. Damn it!!!
Because it falls right out of your mouth
You said that this was forever
And see what you have done now?

Reality which should have been just unreal
Incidents which should have never occured
You vowed that I will sleep safe and sound
Guess what, I can't rest in my own sleep

You say what you are supposed to say
I listen and my vocals go numb
Every word you say break my wings
Funny it is, to wander alone in empty city.

Home

May be you have met in a fairy tale
And you happily ever after seems so far
Staring back at me is your smiling face
It is something that I simply can't understand.

May be our bond has been a surprise
And now I find only me in your eyes
All the changes that I can't survive
Those eyes carry me till the end

May be I have been walking by a dream
And now my vision is fading away
If this is not real, if this won't stay
It is something that I simply can't take

May be this is the first time I've ever thought
Of what it feels like being in your arms
I feel I am HOME, safe and warm
I will miss you when you are gone,.

I'll miss my HOME..............

Promise Me

My skin stings with sense of sound
And your angels trumpet in my despair
My faith is lost and then found
In brief pauses you are allowed to care
In strong spell of love we are bound
And all myself before you lies bare

Drown me in a violent stream
Send me away with enchanting birds
Hide me from shadows that blaspheme
Deluge my hope in a lake of fear
Peace is less dear when I dream
When I dream of you my dear

Dream of ripples of your shoulders
The soul tormenting guitar that speaks
Clutches of your warm flavored fingers
Binds me to all my soul that it seeks
Touch and pain of thousand daggers
One sharp song and the agony of weeks

The days must change, and I know that here
In these new stories despite the tongue of fire
Jumping at every waving silver thread
Still our sorrows will be woven into delight’s attire
Because the gates of fate are sometimes so clear
That I have confused god’s desire with mine