Monday, November 1, 2010

To My Sister


She is an angel of the night

And with her she brings the light

That has been so very bright

To let away that fright.


With her she brings the flowers

Whose fragrance can reach the towers

Of the dim and lonely hours

That cheers all, with her powers.


Her visions are of the drop of the water,

Her words are engraved and so graver,

Her voice is music ever so soother,

Her care is nothing less then a mother.


She cares nothing but for me

And her love is so heavenly,

If I ever wanted anything so dearly

Would have been a sister like thee.

To a Daughter


Her tears are full of fears

Of the weight all she bears

Pushed in the shoe box

When the world to her, mocks.


Answers she to everyone

Fury in heart kept to burn

Yet she lets it all go

With her head raised so low.


Love she wants, love she gets

For a moment she always waits

To be free of all the cages

And just not to be on the edges.

A Prelude


It rests in my heart,

Don’t know where did it start.

Residing in some dark corner,

Now grown with all pride and honour.


It takes all what makes me smile

And pleases me with all worries a while.

I tell it not to follow

With triumph it resides in dark hollow.


Visions so blur, tears in vain,

So does now happiness refrain?

Tell why friends and foes are in me,

Fear of fear shall it be?

With the pen and the paper


The pen and the paper are in the front

It is the ideas that I hunt.

When I sit to write,

No ideas seem so bright.


Longing for interesting thoughts,

Fades into the distraction of the lot.

In the library where I sit,

It is a place where ideas don’t knit.


I stare so hard till I penetrate their head

And yet nothing much can be led.

I sit aloof and nothing is learnt

When the pen and the paper are in the front.

Monday, October 25, 2010

In The Meadow





In the meadow
when i lay
next to you

I'll watch the sun
shine over you face
and cherish those sparkling eyes

I'll tell you
of my visions
and dreams i fancy most

I'll talk to you
of love in
hundred thousand languages

When the sun-sets
I'll bathe with you
in rivers that run still

Elope with you in
in the darkness
of the woods

I'll show you
what is truly mine
when fire burns bright

Embrace you
with my body
in the moonlight

When stars will shine
the tuning of our bodies
will be perfect music of Love.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010


I hate, I hate, I hate to be told,
and i dont want to be like a mould,
you must know that I am bold,
Dont try me, I hate what you do,
To tell me always what to do.

My Friend, My Star


The dark curtain is stretched

And now I feel so wretched

The sky has been so blue

The stars are only so few?


My friend, my star

Why are you so far?


As the time passes by

I can only sit and cry

Wish there was more

My love is to the core


My friend, my star

Why are you so far?


The moonlight seems so grave

Wish I could be so brave

To let you have gone

And wished to move on


My friend, my star

Why are you so far?


In the sky its you I admire

Then get stuck in the quagmire

Of the feelings that now take no delight

And suddenly nothing feels right.


My friend, my star

Why are you so far?


Now, done cannot be undone

Wish I was forgiven

Sometimes it gets late

As I know you cant always wait.


My friend, my star

Will you always be so far?