Walking all alone.....

There were times when days just went by,

Lonely winds swept the earth dry,

Raging sun beamed with all its fury,

was walking alone tired and weary.

And then, you walked into my life,

I wondered why would you be so nice,

must be a dream that won't last long,

Never thought that I could be wrong.

Your simple smile and eyes so bright,

couldn't resist you with all my might,

slowly but surely our friendship grew,

you taught me things I never knew.

I achieved things, I thought I never can,

your criticism enlightened my soul,

your soft words gave the healing touch,

whenever life seemed to be just too much.

Struggling and fighting I went on,

knowing its you I could depend on,

And then Suddenly like magic you were gone,

I was left all alone,

all my dreams shattered and torn,

vows and promises all forgone.

I asked myself, where did I go wrong,

Things were supposed to be that way I guess,

It was I who started all the mess,

may you find happiness and joy, god bless,

For I would keep walking alone,

cherishing the sweet moments bygone...

Someday....

"Someday"...she softly whispered,

Then tucked away her dreams;

Leaving them under her pillow,

Like fragile lacy things.

Left to rest there for the day,

While she goes to face the world;

Nestled sweetly in her bed,

Like angel wings unfurled.

"Someday when the time is right"...

She whispers with a smile;

"I'll unwrap all my pretty dreams,

But not yet for a while."

"I'll leave them wrapped in ribbon,

Pale pink roses --- bits of lace;

I'll keep them where no one can see,

His handsome, smiling face."

"Someday"...she whispers in the night

"I'll unwrap those dreams so dear;

For now I'll keep them in my heart,

Till I can hold him near."

Unbiased

"Power has not corrupted me. And neither has the humdrum of the daily home-office-home been able to quench my hunger and thirst of knowledge, love and most importantly 'LIFE'. I have not become jaded. I remain unprejudiced to what comes my way. I wake up every day well aware of my good fortune, loving the work I do, loving my life, thanking the impalpable supernatural power, realizing that life is a crapshoot and I'm on a roll second to none."

An Angel's Lullaby

Sleep so sweetly slumbering babe,

Nestled snug and warm;

For the Father sends His angels,

To keep you safe and warm.

A bundle fresh from Heaven,

Without an earthly care;

Sleeping there in innocence,

Angels hover in the air.

They whisper to you sweet dreams,

They sing a lullaby;

An angel's song to soothe you,

To quiet you when you cry.

A song of peaceful harmony,

Caressing you as you sleep;

Words drift 'round your tiny head,

While angel's guard and keep.

Sleep so sweetly slumbering babe',

While time goes gently by;

Your angels watch and sing to you,

An angel's lullaby....

Break Free

Stuck inside inside this shell

I long to break out

Away from all this mundane life

I wish to break free of this boring routine...

Materialistic ambitions galore

Swimming against a tide (that we call life)

Fast at times

Slow at another

Stuck once in a while

I lay buried under a sea of desires

Meaningless most of the time

Necessity once in a while

Clueless for the rest

I wait...

Like a shadow in the night

Like a fly around a light

Like a rebel wanting to break free

I wait...

I am tired

Trying to make sense of this humdrum existence

Life is now a high speed car race

Drive fast to stay with the pack

Drive slow and be left behind

Its all happening too fast...

Living in a circus

Walking a tightrope everyday

Smiling to one and all

Juggling everything that is thrown

Another day, another act

Another mindless journey....

Putting on a brave face

Wearing a new make-up each time

On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?

Outside the day has dawned

But inside in the dark

I want to break free...

Silent Warrior

I was staring at the rising sun on the battlefield of life. It is so calm and silent like the empty graveyard with little lilies on some old grave with no staring eyes. I looked on. So clear. Its a little cold out here in the morning feels like winter is leaving the door and spring is just about to come. Very pleasant but too silent. Reminds me of the good old days of life where I played like a free soul with flowers in my hand.
Some hawker asking for newspapers and liquor bottles breaks the silence and the imagination is gone with the wind. I have to get ready for a new hectic day where I will be lost in the pain of the unbeaten wound. Feeling thirsty but can't fulfill it. I have got sweet all around me but it tastes so bitter. I didn’t ask for it. But I have been given this by the life. I have no choice. Just standing on the edge of decision for what to do next. I can’t go back to hazy time. Can’t even ask for the flowers that I held. Its dark outside. Just thinking is this what I asked for .
I don’t have any scariness to get lost. But did I fight? Do I have found out? Am I fighting with myself? Is there any enemy? Where is my flower? Questions and questions and there is no answer. I think its time for me to fight for the life. The life of my own imagination. The life of my dreams...of a Silent Warrior......

If you Only Knew

Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth,Far from me but here all the same without your knowing,Far from me and even more silent because I imagine you endlessly.Far from me, my lovely mirage and eternal dream, you cannot know.If you only knew...

Far from me and even farther yet from being unaware of me and still unaware.Far from me because you undoubtedly do not love me or, what amounts to thesame thing, that I doubt you do.Far from me because you consciously ignore my passionate desires.Far from me because you are cruel.If you only knew...

Far from me, joyful as a flower dancing in the river at the tip of its aquatic stem,sad as 11 p.m. in a mushroom bed.Far from me yet silent in my presence and still joyful like a stork-shaped hourfalling from on high.Far from me at the moment when the stills are singing, at the moment when thesilent and loud sea curls up on its white pillows.If you only knew...

Far from me, O my ever-present torment, far from me in the magnificent noise ofoyster shells crushed by a night owl passing a restaurant at first light.If you only knew.Far from me, willed, physical mirage.Far from me there's an island that turns aside when ships pass.Far from me a calm herd of cattle takes the wrong path, pulls up stubbornly at theedge of a steep cliff, far from me, cruel you.Far from me, a shooting star falls into the poet's nightly bottle.He corks it right away and from then on watches the star enclosed in the glass, theconstellations born on its walls, far from me, you are so far from me.If you only knew...

Far from me, If you only knew.If you only knew how I love you and, though you do not love me, how happy Iam, how strong and proud I am, with your image in my mind, to leave the universe.How happy I am to die for it.If you only knew how the world has yielded to me.And you, handsome unyielding lad, how you too are my prisoner.O you, far-from-me, who I yield to.If you only knew...