Small wonders roam over these narrow lanes,
Innocent little kids who see the world with utter innocence,
While they roam and play, and wander around,
The sun above them shines in merry brightness
Although those elderly walk to the temple doors,
And offer their respects to their creator,
Those small wonders are closest to the heavenly spirits,
With their innocent hearts that wonder a god
An elderly thus lamented, for his childhood long gone,
Where he played and roamed, and wandered around,…
Here and there, with nothing on his mind,
And no sorrow in his heart,
Oh! how beautiful life had then resembled,
When I wondered what is a cat!
Yet how quickly it has flown,
And left me with not a bit of my childhood innocence,
But now I know, a cat and a dog,
With distinct characters of their own,
Yet something flew right below me when I knew them,…
My childhood days with innocence overshadowing me.
Yet those little wonders, now with innocence etched on their faces,
Will be just like me,
Lamenting for their lost childhood days,
Considering how quickly life has flown…
Oh! what misery.
But I now wonder with innocence that at least is revived,
Who is closest to god forever long,
With the flowing time, a child alas! Grows to a man,
With no innocence left behind,…grave deeds and the same intentions,
What a sorrow it is to say,
None of those mercied are close to god,
For between the heaven and the land below,Vast winds and cool breeze blows!
Friday, November 9, 2007
Elusive Love
Hark! The sounds of the colossal breeze,
The fragrance of my love mixed with it,
“Treacherous” you may say,
Nay, I am a true lover within
Your azure eyes of the deep blue sea,
Oh! what beauty it seems to me,
Look from the eyes of my heart,
And I’ll tell you how angelic you are to me
Heavenly angels dare not tread on your depth,
Save my love I give to you,
“Fake” you may name it,
Nay, it’s real than you dread
Kings of heaven,
Descendants of earth,
“Illusion” you may call her to me,
Nay, she’s a reality you wish to snatch away from me.
“Love, I love you,”
I wish I could say,
Yet something on my way stops me from within,
Misery it is to me, yet “I love you, love”
My words serve my purpose,
I love you, and that is what I mean,
I know not how you are,But your name marks my existence.
The fragrance of my love mixed with it,
“Treacherous” you may say,
Nay, I am a true lover within
Your azure eyes of the deep blue sea,
Oh! what beauty it seems to me,
Look from the eyes of my heart,
And I’ll tell you how angelic you are to me
Heavenly angels dare not tread on your depth,
Save my love I give to you,
“Fake” you may name it,
Nay, it’s real than you dread
Kings of heaven,
Descendants of earth,
“Illusion” you may call her to me,
Nay, she’s a reality you wish to snatch away from me.
“Love, I love you,”
I wish I could say,
Yet something on my way stops me from within,
Misery it is to me, yet “I love you, love”
My words serve my purpose,
I love you, and that is what I mean,
I know not how you are,But your name marks my existence.
The Nightingale and the Rose
Like the roses fade,
Your love to me…I doubt it did last
Alas! What a misery it is,
T o the dying rose,
Yet the thorns are as fresh as new
While the world doesn’t bother,
It pities itself
And weeps while its petals tear apart
Oh dear, nay you cry” said the nightingale
Feeling sorry for the fading rose
Life’s a cycle of death and birth,
Why cry in dismay?
Alas! What a sorrow it is,
For I was newly born, look at my afresh thorns…
Look at the fading me
“Nay you cry. Laugh and go,
And spread your fragrance for the Immortal time
And I’ll carry it to the deserts and the mountain,
Nay you cry for you fragrance will linger on.”
And thus laughed the rose, for the nightingale at the least,
Spread the fragrance by the howling wind
And gently slept away from the stem.
Words
Words always mean more than we say,
Yet at times it remains quiet
Disembarking us from saying,
How much we love the other
At times they are the ocean’s rage
And a time, the sound of the gentle wind.
Which no one could listen to…
Which everyone ere to hear.
For in these winds,
The words are hidden…
Foe in these winds,
The words get carried away
If I could frame the gentle winds,
And let go of the ocean’s rage,
I would know exactly what I feel,
I would know exactly what she feels,
Words always mean more than we say,
Yet at times it remains quiet
Disembarking us from hearing,
How much the other loves us
These words are just mere expressions of oneself,
Yet it means so much to the other…
And so much it means to us,
Hark! The gentle winds
I love you, I never can say,
For my words get carried away
By the howling wind I can hear,
As I gently call your name!
Words always mean more than we say,
Yet at times it remains quiet
Disembarking us from saying,
How much we love the other
Disembarking us from hearing,
How much the other loves us.
Precious Red
Oh! How wonderful you look to me.
With that smile over you face,
Perfect paradise, it seems to me,
Where I could live forever and long
Your name refers some angelic light
Never had anyone thought about
And your smile reflects presumptuous moon,
Never did I ever think of!
And yet in these darkness,
I think of you,
And the very thought
Reflects your sweetness and you love
Believe in my words,
For I love you dear,
Believe in my words,
Before they mean more or less
With these thoughts, I wish to sleep
Come in my dreams, together we shall live
For reality of ours, separates you from me,
Seven vast seas, oh! What misery!
Your love to me…I doubt it did last
Alas! What a misery it is,
T o the dying rose,
Yet the thorns are as fresh as new
While the world doesn’t bother,
It pities itself
And weeps while its petals tear apart
Oh dear, nay you cry” said the nightingale
Feeling sorry for the fading rose
Life’s a cycle of death and birth,
Why cry in dismay?
Alas! What a sorrow it is,
For I was newly born, look at my afresh thorns…
Look at the fading me
“Nay you cry. Laugh and go,
And spread your fragrance for the Immortal time
And I’ll carry it to the deserts and the mountain,
Nay you cry for you fragrance will linger on.”
And thus laughed the rose, for the nightingale at the least,
Spread the fragrance by the howling wind
And gently slept away from the stem.
Words
Words always mean more than we say,
Yet at times it remains quiet
Disembarking us from saying,
How much we love the other
At times they are the ocean’s rage
And a time, the sound of the gentle wind.
Which no one could listen to…
Which everyone ere to hear.
For in these winds,
The words are hidden…
Foe in these winds,
The words get carried away
If I could frame the gentle winds,
And let go of the ocean’s rage,
I would know exactly what I feel,
I would know exactly what she feels,
Words always mean more than we say,
Yet at times it remains quiet
Disembarking us from hearing,
How much the other loves us
These words are just mere expressions of oneself,
Yet it means so much to the other…
And so much it means to us,
Hark! The gentle winds
I love you, I never can say,
For my words get carried away
By the howling wind I can hear,
As I gently call your name!
Words always mean more than we say,
Yet at times it remains quiet
Disembarking us from saying,
How much we love the other
Disembarking us from hearing,
How much the other loves us.
Precious Red
Oh! How wonderful you look to me.
With that smile over you face,
Perfect paradise, it seems to me,
Where I could live forever and long
Your name refers some angelic light
Never had anyone thought about
And your smile reflects presumptuous moon,
Never did I ever think of!
And yet in these darkness,
I think of you,
And the very thought
Reflects your sweetness and you love
Believe in my words,
For I love you dear,
Believe in my words,
Before they mean more or less
With these thoughts, I wish to sleep
Come in my dreams, together we shall live
For reality of ours, separates you from me,
Seven vast seas, oh! What misery!
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Wanderer
Words run poor on my lips
When I say how much I love you dear
Fair Lady you place is in the velvet roses
But why not in the madness of my heart?
“Love doesn’t last to those born lonely” said Fair Lady to me,
And I cried to the utmost
Where not even angels could share my tears!
The words of disbelief I heard from the Lady I loved,
Forgive you I said to her, blessed her spirit and walked away
I then turned to her and said in simple voice,
She mistook a relief!
Tears have become so cheap, they fall without a sense,
Heart has become so useless, it beats to anyone it sees
Forgive me Fair Lady for I’m a born poor and a lonely soul
That wanders around to find someone to walk with!
I then bid her a bye…nay, I walked away
To the place where solitude never leaves, and happiness never exists,
To the slums of poverty
Where loneliness clings…to the place where I could relate…
Oh! What sorrow it had been…
I still remember now…
But alas she never understood
I an the thorn that protects the rose!
The last day of one October sun,
I walked to her, bleeding…
Blood all over…
How much I wished to touch her the last time, no one could feel…
And yet I fell on the ground…
My hand asking to hold her hands…
For the next time I’m born, oh! Fair Lady,
I shall not be born lonely.
When I say how much I love you dear
Fair Lady you place is in the velvet roses
But why not in the madness of my heart?
“Love doesn’t last to those born lonely” said Fair Lady to me,
And I cried to the utmost
Where not even angels could share my tears!
The words of disbelief I heard from the Lady I loved,
Forgive you I said to her, blessed her spirit and walked away
I then turned to her and said in simple voice,
She mistook a relief!
Tears have become so cheap, they fall without a sense,
Heart has become so useless, it beats to anyone it sees
Forgive me Fair Lady for I’m a born poor and a lonely soul
That wanders around to find someone to walk with!
I then bid her a bye…nay, I walked away
To the place where solitude never leaves, and happiness never exists,
To the slums of poverty
Where loneliness clings…to the place where I could relate…
Oh! What sorrow it had been…
I still remember now…
But alas she never understood
I an the thorn that protects the rose!
The last day of one October sun,
I walked to her, bleeding…
Blood all over…
How much I wished to touch her the last time, no one could feel…
And yet I fell on the ground…
My hand asking to hold her hands…
For the next time I’m born, oh! Fair Lady,
I shall not be born lonely.
Montain Edge
.I.
The wind with its untrimmed breeze
Sways the reed near that very mountain edge
Slowly and swiftly it rhymes the wind
Dancing with melody all along
Among the reeds and cool breeze,
A sweet voice whispered
And in the wind, it echoes like my lost love singing
An angel, she was to me.
With my pounding heart
I went near to reach the voice
Listening to the melody of the winds…
Alas! Now was clearly a deep melancholy.
What a sorrow I felt in my heart
I cannot say
For the voice of melancholy…
I had mistaken a song.
And as I neared her,
She sat facing the mountain
Where my beloved and I
Sat looking at the setting sun below our feet…
Oh! What beauty it had been
But it was a long time back
The setting of the last November sun
Had faded my beloved the early morn!
Oh! How painful it had been to bid her a bye…
Tears streamed my eyes…
For it was yesterday we had imagined…
Our life together…forever…
Now the girl
Called me by my name…nay…she didn’t turn around…
She sat facing the mountain,…
Feeling my walk near to her,
She nodded her head as a welcome
Fearing…yet willing, I reached to her
Then I placed my hand over her shoulder to my left
Around she turned to me…
What a shock it was…she was the love I lost!
I backed my steps
Thinking of it as an illusion time played on to me
Then she neared to me…
With her eyes wet…my eyes in disillusionment.
Now she touched me,
Drawn me near and gently kissed my lips
And all my fear drowned in her kiss…
She never was gone…I cried of love.
She was there, and I was there
Nothing but her mattered to me now
And she then slowly
Walked back to the mountain edge.
Do not go, I called to her,
And she said to me, ‘the world does not respect love,
Come with me to a place where angels play, and love never ends’
Then I walked near to her…
While she stepped back and back…
Finally I trippec
.II.
The unchained melody of the voice
Echoes in my ears
Like merry melancholy trumpeting
Over the great mountain ridges.
In the fading sun, with gentle wind blowing…
Swaying the reeds nearby…
The voices I recalled…a duet I believe…
And remembered the story I had grown up hearing
Once there was a couple; my mother would begin
They were cupids passer bys stared at,
And lovers in jealousy cursed them from within,
For their love was immortal to the time they lived
The setting of one last November sun
Had faded his beloved one early morn
And since then he had lived a life of solitude
Until the next last November sun
When he faded away…
But it was a long time back
Ever since then, the duet voice echoed
Over the great mountain ridges
Where they sat looking the setting sun
Longing life together…forever…
The echoes in my ears
Weren’t merry melancholy trumpeting…
But the two immortal cupids singing
Their imagination coming true…to a place where no one could eye their love
Now I stood from the bench facing the drowning sun
Wished the cupids well
And walked back to my place…
While the wind howled thanking me…
And the reeds swayed bidding me a bye.
The wind with its untrimmed breeze
Sways the reed near that very mountain edge
Slowly and swiftly it rhymes the wind
Dancing with melody all along
Among the reeds and cool breeze,
A sweet voice whispered
And in the wind, it echoes like my lost love singing
An angel, she was to me.
With my pounding heart
I went near to reach the voice
Listening to the melody of the winds…
Alas! Now was clearly a deep melancholy.
What a sorrow I felt in my heart
I cannot say
For the voice of melancholy…
I had mistaken a song.
And as I neared her,
She sat facing the mountain
Where my beloved and I
Sat looking at the setting sun below our feet…
Oh! What beauty it had been
But it was a long time back
The setting of the last November sun
Had faded my beloved the early morn!
Oh! How painful it had been to bid her a bye…
Tears streamed my eyes…
For it was yesterday we had imagined…
Our life together…forever…
Now the girl
Called me by my name…nay…she didn’t turn around…
She sat facing the mountain,…
Feeling my walk near to her,
She nodded her head as a welcome
Fearing…yet willing, I reached to her
Then I placed my hand over her shoulder to my left
Around she turned to me…
What a shock it was…she was the love I lost!
I backed my steps
Thinking of it as an illusion time played on to me
Then she neared to me…
With her eyes wet…my eyes in disillusionment.
Now she touched me,
Drawn me near and gently kissed my lips
And all my fear drowned in her kiss…
She never was gone…I cried of love.
She was there, and I was there
Nothing but her mattered to me now
And she then slowly
Walked back to the mountain edge.
Do not go, I called to her,
And she said to me, ‘the world does not respect love,
Come with me to a place where angels play, and love never ends’
Then I walked near to her…
While she stepped back and back…
Finally I trippec
.II.
The unchained melody of the voice
Echoes in my ears
Like merry melancholy trumpeting
Over the great mountain ridges.
In the fading sun, with gentle wind blowing…
Swaying the reeds nearby…
The voices I recalled…a duet I believe…
And remembered the story I had grown up hearing
Once there was a couple; my mother would begin
They were cupids passer bys stared at,
And lovers in jealousy cursed them from within,
For their love was immortal to the time they lived
The setting of one last November sun
Had faded his beloved one early morn
And since then he had lived a life of solitude
Until the next last November sun
When he faded away…
But it was a long time back
Ever since then, the duet voice echoed
Over the great mountain ridges
Where they sat looking the setting sun
Longing life together…forever…
The echoes in my ears
Weren’t merry melancholy trumpeting…
But the two immortal cupids singing
Their imagination coming true…to a place where no one could eye their love
Now I stood from the bench facing the drowning sun
Wished the cupids well
And walked back to my place…
While the wind howled thanking me…
And the reeds swayed bidding me a bye.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Angel of Bliss
Someone in the woods
Called me by my name
For the first time I heard
I thought it was an illusion
Next day I went to the woods again
And yet again, someone did call me by my name
This ought not be an illusion, I called myself
And wandered into the woods to reach the voice
A damsel in complete white
Stood behind a tree
Fair face she was…
Fair Lady she was…
With the gone Sun over the sky
She reflected angelic light
Bright enough to wet your eyes
She was an Angel of Bliss
Closer I went…
Her face was clear,
And her eyes glimmered in the quaint dark night
And I defined her, angelic beauty
Now she seemed an illusion to me
For a step closer, she walked away…
For a run near, she ran away…
“Do stop” I pleaded
And she turned her head towards me…
Her eyes that looked at me…
Completely struck me by awe
She was an Angel of Bliss
An angel; only one saw
And then she welcomed me to her…
With her arms wide open
For a moment I then stood dull,
Then I ran to reach her…
To own her…
To love her…
Alas! What a sorrow it was
For when I closed my eyes to hug her with love on my heart,
She disappeared with a sharp blow of the wind!
Se was a Fair Lady…
An angel a man couldn’t reach
Her place isn’t in the thorns of me…
But in the velvet roses up above.
Oh! But what’s a rose without a thorn…
Wouldn’t everyone pick it up with ease?
Called me by my name
For the first time I heard
I thought it was an illusion
Next day I went to the woods again
And yet again, someone did call me by my name
This ought not be an illusion, I called myself
And wandered into the woods to reach the voice
A damsel in complete white
Stood behind a tree
Fair face she was…
Fair Lady she was…
With the gone Sun over the sky
She reflected angelic light
Bright enough to wet your eyes
She was an Angel of Bliss
Closer I went…
Her face was clear,
And her eyes glimmered in the quaint dark night
And I defined her, angelic beauty
Now she seemed an illusion to me
For a step closer, she walked away…
For a run near, she ran away…
“Do stop” I pleaded
And she turned her head towards me…
Her eyes that looked at me…
Completely struck me by awe
She was an Angel of Bliss
An angel; only one saw
And then she welcomed me to her…
With her arms wide open
For a moment I then stood dull,
Then I ran to reach her…
To own her…
To love her…
Alas! What a sorrow it was
For when I closed my eyes to hug her with love on my heart,
She disappeared with a sharp blow of the wind!
Se was a Fair Lady…
An angel a man couldn’t reach
Her place isn’t in the thorns of me…
But in the velvet roses up above.
Oh! But what’s a rose without a thorn…
Wouldn’t everyone pick it up with ease?
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