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