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Friday, September 30, 2005


" Catch a falling star
and put it in your pocket
and never let it fade away"....

some things are so beautiful....their beauty is innate...
there is something wonderful about them .... which we can't deliberately create.
there is something beautiful in a heart felt smile...
when silence begins to speak....though it may last only a while...
there is something beautiful in the warmth of someone's eyes,
when you want time to stop...and it simply flies...
it is a beautiful feeling to hold a child's hand..
to walk together and leave behind...our footprints in the sand.
it is beautiful to love some people with all your heart...
to create memories that you will cherish lifelong...till the day you part.
when everything goes wrong..and nothing around seems clear..
it is a wonderful feeling to think...that god is always near.
there is a divine beauty in every sunset and sunrise,
it is a very different look up at the skies..
there is beauty in prayer and belief,
in the selfless love of those who care during sadness and grief...
there is beauty in the confidence that sends away all fear...
the reassurance that all will be fine..when your hand is held by someone dear,
there is beauty in the leaves that cover the ground after a storm...
there is beauty in pure which words fail to give a form...
it is beautiful to observe the perfect synchronization between day and night..
just the right proportion ...of darkness and light...
it is beautiful to understand the sorrows of those you don't even know...
to read someone's thoughts and pain...even when they don't let it show
though everything around has its own beauty and uniqueness..
a cosmic harmony binds us all.....the invisible "oneness"...
its all "your" beauty in different colours..shapes..forms..and impressions..
in movements..gestures...feelings...words...and expressions...
this web of beauty that "you" have woven....brightens my gloomy days....
I can't gather all of it...yet it amazes me always..
hidden...and seldom deserves to be found,
the beauty in everything and everyone..."the beauty all around".

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

ABOUT "ME".....

Am I the constant unreasonable fear that haunts,
in times of happiness.....the apprehension of future that taunts.
Sometimes it seems I do not know "me",
those eyes are mine....yet I do not choose what to see.
Sometimes I feel it is a lifelong discovery,
to understand and comprehend all the shades of "me" completely,
My story has a new chapter everyday
people and circumstances change...with memories I stay.
Sometimes I want to read myself like a book..
to wander in the lands of my thoughts and dreams...and take an inward look.
If "me" were a character that I had to define,
to look at "me"...from a distant if nothing of "me" is mine.
It is so easy to pass judgement on others this way,
but when it comes to "me" becomes a difficult say.
"me" is the worst..."me" may be better ,
"me" may make it to the end..."me" may falter.
"me" tries to be good...."me" tries to smile,
yet something disturbs her..the happiness lasts only a while.
"me" is madness sometimes.."me" is sensibility
"me" is silly dreams....."me" is reality.
"me" is so easy to understand...willing to give and accept,
"me" is so unknown well guarded secrets that are kept.
Sometimes "me" doesn't know anything.
Sometimes "me" knows everything.
"me" knows a tough way ahead lies,
in little things to seek happiness..."me" often tries.
"me" thinks..maybe she can..try and achieve,
"me" holds on forever...what she decides to believe
It seems "me" is two people together,
Sometimes one of them speaks...sometimes the other.
There is a "me" to the world...and another to those who know,
only one "me" speaks to everybody...the other to a few only ,will show.
It is a complex conundrum...two selves entwined,
Who the real "me" difficult to find...

Saturday, September 24, 2005


Why can't butterflies live a little longer,
Why can't the meek be a bit stronger,
Why is it so difficult to understand "right" and "wrong",
to hum with perfection the silent tune of life's song,
If I do not win....why do I have to lose,
Every everything..why do I have to choose,
When I do not want to think ...why do thoughts chase me,
Why do I have visions of happiness...which in reality will never be.
If you know I will fail...why do I have to try,
to give a false smile...when I really want to cry.
If you know how to talk...why are you quiet,
Don't keep me in darkness....I want to share some of your light.
Why did you create difference and similarity,
to every person..his uniqueness...his singularity.
Why can't you send away the clouds...and make the sky clear.
Let the stars be with me...take away this apprehension and fear,
I will talk to them about little things..
the scar the moon has...and the interesting patterns on butterflies' wings.
If I were a butterfly..I would change colours everyday,
to feel every moment in a different live to the full in this short stay.
Maybe then I would not bother you so much,
My life would be short and colourful...there would not be much time as such,
I will not question you about life then,
with my little wings..I will try to reach you in my flight when.
I will not want to talk to the stars...
because now will wait for me....the blossoming beautiful flowers.
Life would be very different then ...I think
from the imperfect mind of a the unknown thoughts of a butterfly...I would shrink
Make me a butterfly .......tonight,
I will live another life then.....till the morning light.

Saturday, September 10, 2005


Someday...there will be rain without thunder,
there will be perfection in a blunder,
I will talk to that distant star...
the earth will forever smell of the very first shower.

there will be a night that will never end,
and a message the heavens shall then send.
I will exist beyond space and time then,
not bound by all that which rules the world of men..

I will decide the weird shapes the clouds will make,
I will choose the colours the rainbow will take.
The secrets of the skies will be known to me,
I will delve into the depths of the unfathomable sea..
the wind that makes even the big trees sway,
I will guide her to the path...when she loses her way.
I will find out how it feels to fly,
the touch of the clouds they wander by.
But no pain, joy will then come to me,
They grace the earth..and high up I will be.

There will be everything...and yet nothing..
Inspite of this freedom ..I will miss something...
The voices that I used to hear,
Laughter,smiles ,tears ...the moments that were dear.
All this will be taken away,
In an endless oblivion I will forever stay.

I will miss not only harmony but also strife..
not only love..but also hatred.. I will miss "life",
I will miss the thunder that brings the rain,
I will miss the happiness that can overcome pain.
I will not look at the moon that night,
I will think of the small parts of my life...from my first step to the last flight.
I will no more want to rise with the early morning ray.
Because I will no longer "be" what I "am"...after the night of "some day"....