Sweet Dream to put us to sleep
The dream is mostly sour after we wake up from a blissful sleep,
induced with tired legs or may be a spirits overdose.
But the story of dream is never too plentiful;
It takes one in past, present, black n white and technicolor but..
with a strange hint of indecency.
Where gone the actors?
All seemed too close and intimate in dream and all grammar was broken.
It was a one way road and the road leads to desire, as much as we can dream
But the sourness is worse than a hangover from che
To My Dear Brother who Has Forgetten Me
Brother Brother Dear Brother
I am here but you don't bother
To call me me to talk to me
Am I a such a rowdy?
You are the man, who saved me from cruel fate
You stood apart and guarded the gate,
Because of I am here,
But you left me and not anymore near.
The rattles of modern life goes hyperbolic,
People taking to drugs and turning alcoholic,
You are the constant in my sky like a pole star
Who can be called anything buy a liar.
Brother, what is my fault?
Is it that I should n
Balance Sheet Of Our Life.
24 May, 2011.
What comes you credit.
What goes you debit.
The birth is your opening stock.
Your ideas are your assets.
your views are your liabilities.
the happiness is your profit.
The sorrow is your loss
Your soul is your good will.
Your duties are outstanding expenses.
Your friendship is hidden adjustment.
Your character is your capital.
your knowledge is your investment.
Your patience is your bank balance.
Your thinking is your curren
A Mew Year Poem.... LOL
01 January, 2011.
I will not throw the cat out the window
Or put a frog in my sister's bed
I will not tie my brother's shoelaces together
Nor jump from the roof of Dad's shed
I shall remember my aunt's next birthday
And tidy my room once a week
I'll not moan at Mum's cooking (Ugh! fish fingers again!)
Nor give her any more of my cheek.
I will not pick my nose if I can help it
I shall fold up my clothes, comb my hair,
I will say please and thank you (even when I don't mean it)
And never spit or shout
This quest gorges my soul
A quest searching light
A quest that searches me too
This quest will not make me an overreacher,
I'll be no Faustus seeking light and the dark beyond
I'll not plunge into that eternal damnation, into darkening of the soul!
I'll be a wanderer rendering thoughts, blending minds.
My quest is the one which will burn the dim flickers with light
A quest that will see me bind hearts
A quest that will help light hang in hearts and trees
A quest which will see
~~And I was not alone~~
15 September, 2010.
(poem from my experience)
~~AND I WAS NOT ALONE~~
Life, as it entered the new stage in a new place
I was searching to settle out my feet here,
Amongst people, I looked at most of them
And I related myself, with one beneath me
The expression they had was no stranger
Just similar to me I was carrying with me,
Something matching and few mismatching
To conclude again, and I was not alone
Struggling in life, pain suffered, adapting loss,
For my failure, I blamed almighty every
It was not her mistake
For it was not her mistake that she was white
Neither was it his mistake that he was a black moor
But they loved each other
Loved each other like the sky loves the sea,
Like the dew drops love the leaves,
Like a bee loves the nectar .....
Two bodies they were but one soul
If she was the breathe, he was the heart beating inside her
Soul mates they wanted to be for years and years
But a mere handkerchief became the reason of their demise .....
For the rapacious creature wanted t
This a pilgrim soul
Searching Love, Peace and Mirth
It's held captive in the morning sunshine
How it shrinks in the twilight
This soul weighed down by so many questions
Which cannot be surpassed?
Where will it meet the answers?
In heaven or in hell?
While in heaven it blooms like a flower
In hell it slithers like a serpent.....
Like Prufrock's, it lies in fragments
Its voice dimly sane turns insane in no time
Its fate is like that of a vagabond
It wanders from place to place
BUT IT RAINED
By the windowpane, she was searching a drop of Rain
She looked beyond the horizon
Could she fly there?
A caged bird, she dreamed...
A bird that wanted a life
Of her own.
In gloom, she waited for Rain,
Would the rain wash away this gloom?
She was searching a drop of Rain.
She looked around,
Saw a bunch of children playing near.......
Prancing and playful mirth crowded
About her, she walked back down memory
She joined the little ones like a bird
Set free from a cage
Rains came pouring in