Friday, February 26, 2010
the wheel has shifted from the cart
the beast from its slave
the slave away from his master
the times they have changed
we stay put
and still move away
drawn by the winds of time
the times have altered
the spirits of the ghosts
they no longer haunt
but only dismay
the times have come
and they are here to stay
killing our youth
and haunting our age.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
This I wrote for them on their 53rd anniversary
And a million footsteps behind
Each a journey of unending emotions,
Some-where I walked along with you,
A few-few steps behind;
All in all
Those have been lovely days
Of long afternoons
And those of them
which saw cold nights
Were always spent in the warmth
Found from the embrace of my lover you;
You have been there
And I with you
As we both have walked ahead-
Arm in arm,
step by step,
We have come this far
And now I wish
Not only for afternoons-warm
But for a thousand million cold nights
To be spent in the warmth
Found from the embrace of my lover you...
Friday, July 11, 2008
someday love will find you
Someday love will find you
And ask of where you’ve been
You in your motion picture
Might call it a magical thing
For those of you who stand there looking
It’s the worst kind of sin
With empty eyes
And jagged stares
You’ll pierce its heart
Bleed a voice
It won’t be the wounded love
The incessant cry might be yours
But then maybe
You’ll stay there soundless
Hard and numb
Whispery sorrows waiting to benumb
Feet will be heavy
Ground quick sand
You in the middle
Nothing to understand
Or it might be you
The happy and the creep
Standing there laughing
Calling it nature’s cheek
You the almighty
And god your meddling freak
Better off than that crazy one
Who walks back all the way
Finds love in the middle of the street one day
And traverses the path everyday
Passing by the ghettos
Where those waiting for love’s arrival stay
The crooked and the hungry
Pitiable in their own pathetic way
Tall will stand those who were widowed
By loves helpless way
In eyes of others
Calling for love to show up again
Hoping in the deadened night
Of comfort brought by his arms
Questions crossing thy fruitless brain
When loving will call upon
Which one would you choose to play?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Tuesday, April 15, 2008
My Night


Sullen skies of ecstasy
Distant from earth-
The ground
That holds me,
Thou I shall never see
For far from reality
You seem to be;
Oh! zephyr of midnight bliss
I refuse to let you
Caress me
For far from comfort
I shall always be;
Twinkling stars
Of hope you speak
Shielding sorrow
Swathe me
For far from sight
Does hope gleam;
“My” moon
You were once to me
Now a distant foe
You seem to be,
You bring with you
Your friend the night
Whose darkness imbibes me
For far from dreams
I seem to be...
Friday, March 21, 2008
Deja Vu
In the distance
When the moon sings
Of earthly ballads
In crimson tones
And across the hill
When a bird flies
Over the fears
Of mortal souls
I dance
To a whispery tone
With a deep caress
Of your ever lasting hold
I sway
To the rhythm divine
In an exquisite
Rendezvous
A meeting
Which I have already borne
In a day
I have lived before.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Prose
I see me through-
a weakened soul
of blithering blues
a shrunken spirit
of darkened hues
a naked body
with nothing to lose;
The flight
of thy worldly garb
shows the plight
of this lonesome bard.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Memoir
Misnomer:
fearsome devil;
misunderstood antagonistic hermit.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
My wonder princess tonight.
Do not wander way too far,
To the doting wolf’s delight.
Where did you go my little one?
My angel heart are you alright?
Come back my dear one,
I wish to see you this night.
Do you know my princess prized?
I have come this day.
Don’t walk on home
Look back where I sit apprised.
Do you know my princess prized?
I love you so much I couldn’t say.
You were there
Where I sit all alone hypnotized.
Your whispery tone,
How should I hear it again?
Do you talk while I bemoan
And laugh at that dead man’s grave?
Your whispery tone
It says you have forgotten me.
I am your keep
your prison mate
I saw you sitting by the dead man’s grave
Your prison
Your quest
Your place.
You’ve left the bench on which I sate
Wandering again to your dead man’s grave.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Suicide
Showeth on thee
Blessed
You seemed to be
Suffocated
It’s the way you’ve come to be
Altruism
Your only sin
Deadly
One word for your wrong
Aloof
Thy worldly garb
Content
That’s what you were
Alone
The punishment you bemoan
Cold
Thy heart made of gold
Catch
Your last drawn breath
Escape
The intermediate fall
Sigh
End of your everlasting cry.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
A Prayer
Friday, August 3, 2007
Body and Soul
Friday, July 27, 2007
The wake up call
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Its you and me
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
One name

Thursday, July 12, 2007
Tides

Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Love me the way you do
to fill the voids that you have left behind.
Someone who would fill these empty spaces
with blocks of love and life.
The person who knows
not only how to heal the wounds
that he has inflicted,
but knows how to accept
the lesions left behind;
He who leaves the leafs of optimism,
not as shattered dreams on the grave
but as dreams-
to be replenished again;
Someone who knows this much
and so much more,
someone to love me
for a long way through...
Who would love me the way you do?
Thursday, July 5, 2007
walk back home
pretend that its a nice day
i will come
its not today
dreams do come true
Monday, June 18, 2007
I am alright

nothing could fit into place
the world was revolving
torments never mattered
nothing really mattered
i met you i laughed and i laughed some more
i saw me
i needed a hand
i needed to cry
remember that day
i stand here sometimes
i stand here
sometimes i need to hear your voice
you are with me

