I am waiting...

The days of loneliness
The days of twilight
The days of murkiness
The days of waiting

We met before ages
We became pals of births
We shared and laughed and fought
As if lovers, as if looners, as if enemies

The time was running
The world around us was changing
The almighty was writing new chapters of our life.
People came in, people went out
Some stayed some were forgotten

You were like a pretty playful child
Playing busily with newly got toys,
Abandoning the used and old ones,
Which were treasured till the last night ?

I am waiting lonely in my world
Holding my memories
And never let it perish
May be my dreams are just a waste of time
May be those days of togetherness,
Will just remain as a dream
I am still living here
And forever I still care…

Journey uphill

The sea of white clouds
Kissing the mountains
The chilling breeze
Touching the skin
The pouring drizzle
Drawing pics on the window glass
The blanket of darkens
Creeping through the woods
The hands of night
Covering the eyes..
I am slipping to dreams slowly as it seems

My heart is not a basket

My heart is not a basket
It cannot take any more garbage
It bleeds here and there; and
Blood oozes out like tears
I gave places in my heart
For those whom I love
For those whom I care for
The love, the care, the sadness or the joys
Whatever they returned were stored
In their places.
As the days passed.. I got;
A foul smell from some of the places
Which were kept as special..
I ignored the smell and continued with it
I tried to pretend to have a bad cold
But.. slowly slowly my tolerance decreased
The smell started irritating me a lot
I opened my heart and examined each place
Some of the places were half filled
Some of the places were not filled at all
Some of the places were filled with garbage
Which were expected to have filled with flowers..
With a bleeding heart and filled up eyes
I cleaned the places and locked them for ever…
Because my heart is not a basket
It cannot take any more garbage..

The Pedestrian

I am a pedestrian who has no aim
Who walks the way comes before him
When I began the walk, I thought,
The end is near and that I would reach soon,
But as the time creeps up
And as the way runs out
It splits into many leaving me in a junction
Where I stand and ponder on and on
To decide whether to stop
To decide which way to choose
This happens again and again and again
As I run out my life second by second

I am a pedestrian who has no aim
There are many who walks past me
Who seemed to be in a hurry
To reach their destiny
To quench their thirst
There are many who walk
As if they have decided to walk all this life

I am a pedestrian who has no aim
Having spend all my life
And having tread all these ways
Now I realize that this road never ends
This is my life and I am bound to go
Up to the point where my life ends

Beauty of Nights

Every night adds beauty to the days
Without nights the days would be colourless
Without nights the days would be charmless

The night gives a halt to all
The hurries and worries of the day
Even, the birds the most restless of all
Give a break to their wings when night comes

The trees dancing to the winds
Stand still and take their rest in nights
The bugle of murmuring crickets and friends
Adds the background music to the nights

The golden milky rays of moonlight
Fills up the valleys and hills
And with its chilly healing touch
Eases the stress of minds

It’s in night the angels of heaven
Comes in your dreams to fulfill your wishes
For at least when you are asleep

O the beauty of the darkness
The soother of all pains -
The furtive of time -
I owe my secrets to you..

Cherished Friend

Is that by some odd coincidence ?
Or by heavenly desire ?
In these strange walks of life
We cross path with many people.

Some move towards us
Some move away from us
With some we share -
With some we spar

But with a special few,
We seem to have no choice
Who brings in cheers
And takes off our worries
Each has made an impact on the other
And their memories will live for ever.

It was not a choice of mine
And never even dreamt of that
Still by some unknown chain of
Succession of births -
We were bound to be met and -
To walk together on this earth
Few miles of our life, at least..

The unknown presence

O the pervasive, unknown power
I sense you through this Mother Nature .
it is the touch of your loving finger
that has given life to my mortal stature
and it is the breath of your eternal spirit
that fills up my lungs with life

You have blessed me with the bliss of the
uncertainty of my future
which leaves me ever enquiring
for a dreamy, delightful future

Its your dreams that are taken shape
as a colourful rainbow at the horizon
Its your mesmering voice, that we hear
from the holes of a bamboo flute
It’s the sculpture in you who made
The pearls and planets of this world


Through the birds on the pathless sky
may I reach you
By crossing the fathomless sea
may I reach you
Where should I search for you,
In this infinite, unknown, cosmic world