By a heap of waste
He was a common sight.
By that road, sure
He was a common appearance.
In presentations he was mad
In moods he was not sad.
There, he stood in silence,
There, he represented a wave of broken lines.
Rain or shine,
There, he was often seen.
He would light a fire,
He would by it sit in vacant air.
What were his thoughts?
What were his inner fights?
What was his purpose on earth?
Wasn’t it after all tears and mirth?
In a big way he served mankind,
In my analysis I am not blind.
When we dumped waste within and without,
He burnt them to mark a golden spot.
That was his life,
That was his endless strife.
No life is without a purpose,
Each is a fruit full of taste.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Colours of Rainbow
A touch of cheer
amidst blotches of gloom
some streaks do hope
to strive
but at places stumble
over heaps of despair
Still some dollops of laughter
mingles with beads full of tear
and paints my sentience
-all of my high and low
using a brush spawned from wisdom
over the canvas of my existence
engaging the seven colors
from a rainbow.
My verdant early days
submitted to amorous purple in love
then seeing the hours fall
several hoary spots have built up
Maybe
on an unnamed day
Abruptly
I would start to count
the total shades of rust
as can be found
Within the composite pattern
of my being
Perhaps
the speckled texture will show
as much of aged gray
as much was immature green
maybe some purple
has been lost into the blues
and all the other hues
-those very colors of my rainbow
the timid yellow, the fiery orange
and the sensitive red
will be merging with the dark
forming the ultimate semblance
at what time my vitality
will be moving into
a desolate milieu
of the dead.
amidst blotches of gloom
some streaks do hope
to strive
but at places stumble
over heaps of despair
Still some dollops of laughter
mingles with beads full of tear
and paints my sentience
-all of my high and low
using a brush spawned from wisdom
over the canvas of my existence
engaging the seven colors
from a rainbow.
My verdant early days
submitted to amorous purple in love
then seeing the hours fall
several hoary spots have built up
Maybe
on an unnamed day
Abruptly
I would start to count
the total shades of rust
as can be found
Within the composite pattern
of my being
Perhaps
the speckled texture will show
as much of aged gray
as much was immature green
maybe some purple
has been lost into the blues
and all the other hues
-those very colors of my rainbow
the timid yellow, the fiery orange
and the sensitive red
will be merging with the dark
forming the ultimate semblance
at what time my vitality
will be moving into
a desolate milieu
of the dead.
Colours of Rainbow
A touch of cheer
amidst blotches of gloom
some streaks do hope
to strive
but at places stumble
over heaps of despair
Still some dollops of laughter
mingles with beads full of tear
and paints my sentience
-all of my high and low
using a brush spawned from wisdom
over the canvas of my existence
engaging the seven colors
from a rainbow.
My verdant early days
submitted to amorous purple in love
then seeing the hours fall
several hoary spots have built up
Maybe
on an unnamed day
Abruptly
I would start to count
the total shades of rust
as can be found
Within the composite pattern
of my being
Perhaps
the speckled texture will show
as much of aged gray
as much was immature green
maybe some purple
has been lost into the blues
and all the other hues
-those very colors of my rainbow
the timid yellow, the fiery orange
and the sensitive red
will be merging with the dark
forming the ultimate semblance
at what time my vitality
will be moving into
a desolate milieu
of the dead.
amidst blotches of gloom
some streaks do hope
to strive
but at places stumble
over heaps of despair
Still some dollops of laughter
mingles with beads full of tear
and paints my sentience
-all of my high and low
using a brush spawned from wisdom
over the canvas of my existence
engaging the seven colors
from a rainbow.
My verdant early days
submitted to amorous purple in love
then seeing the hours fall
several hoary spots have built up
Maybe
on an unnamed day
Abruptly
I would start to count
the total shades of rust
as can be found
Within the composite pattern
of my being
Perhaps
the speckled texture will show
as much of aged gray
as much was immature green
maybe some purple
has been lost into the blues
and all the other hues
-those very colors of my rainbow
the timid yellow, the fiery orange
and the sensitive red
will be merging with the dark
forming the ultimate semblance
at what time my vitality
will be moving into
a desolate milieu
of the dead.
The life is a train...
As his body passed the gate,
A long whistle echoed in the sky.
As he began his last voyage,
A train was heard at a distance.
And out of his coffin
He pept unto the rising smoke.
Long forgotten years opened their wings
And made unto him a fleeting dive.
Crossing the pastures of life
He steered his train thro’ countless seasons.
Standing at the helm of matchless distances
He brought home a whole generation.
And the rhythm of wheels was his life,
The rising steam was his very breathe.
With the flying meads he shared a song,
Unto the silent nights he said a prayer.
And crossing the rills and many hills,
Taverns and multitude Junctions,
He reached his last post,
He took his train to the safest shores.
A long whistle echoed in the sky.
As he began his last voyage,
A train was heard at a distance.
And out of his coffin
He pept unto the rising smoke.
Long forgotten years opened their wings
And made unto him a fleeting dive.
Crossing the pastures of life
He steered his train thro’ countless seasons.
Standing at the helm of matchless distances
He brought home a whole generation.
And the rhythm of wheels was his life,
The rising steam was his very breathe.
With the flying meads he shared a song,
Unto the silent nights he said a prayer.
And crossing the rills and many hills,
Taverns and multitude Junctions,
He reached his last post,
He took his train to the safest shores.
those days that i couldn't forget...
confused mind with different thoughts,
couldn't judge 'em ;right or wrong.
prayed and prayed to reveal the truth,
but,was fallen blindly in love.
couldn't believe my eyes when together,
couldn't trust my ears when together,
but,controlled myself wen together,
that led to me in state of blankness.
loved and loved even then,
that helped to reveal more and more.
depressed mind with sleepless nites,
getting disturbed often and often..
Felt as if losing myself wholly
went for pegs and smokes for peace,
but,held myself from moving furthur.
Couldn't get peace bein at home,
started going here and there,
felt the taste of being lonely again,
that made me to b in bike for long..
my mind got tied up with stress,
that changed me alot day by day,
fell on road once;escaped by chance
that made me think,not so fine.
no one near from my home,
made me think of every bad moves,
blessed me with some helping souls,
who helped me to reach over here.
still gets disturbed by those colourless words,
awakes by hearing calling my name,
knows not fine to move so furthur,
will b coming out with my aims beyond.
couldn't judge 'em ;right or wrong.
prayed and prayed to reveal the truth,
but,was fallen blindly in love.
couldn't believe my eyes when together,
couldn't trust my ears when together,
but,controlled myself wen together,
that led to me in state of blankness.
loved and loved even then,
that helped to reveal more and more.
depressed mind with sleepless nites,
getting disturbed often and often..
Felt as if losing myself wholly
went for pegs and smokes for peace,
but,held myself from moving furthur.
Couldn't get peace bein at home,
started going here and there,
felt the taste of being lonely again,
that made me to b in bike for long..
my mind got tied up with stress,
that changed me alot day by day,
fell on road once;escaped by chance
that made me think,not so fine.
no one near from my home,
made me think of every bad moves,
blessed me with some helping souls,
who helped me to reach over here.
still gets disturbed by those colourless words,
awakes by hearing calling my name,
knows not fine to move so furthur,
will b coming out with my aims beyond.
A LEGENDRY TRAVELLER
Feeling for the winds of yore
The old man glanced at the fabulous river.
Sitting under the shades
He screwed up his beard in reflection.
And it was a silent march of decades,
A parade of seasons upon his chest.
And into the winds and rains of his past
He steered his ferry; memories ever green.
These banks were his cradle
These waters were his contended life.
From the age of eight to eighty three
This ferry was synonym of his life.
And across these banks
He ferried his pastures and dreams.
Upon these waters and winds of yore
He left a tale for the passing clouds.
Within the winds and the winding courses
He met his life with all affections.
And beyond these hamlets, these surging waters
He steered not his ferry and dreams.
The old man glanced at the fabulous river.
Sitting under the shades
He screwed up his beard in reflection.
And it was a silent march of decades,
A parade of seasons upon his chest.
And into the winds and rains of his past
He steered his ferry; memories ever green.
These banks were his cradle
These waters were his contended life.
From the age of eight to eighty three
This ferry was synonym of his life.
And across these banks
He ferried his pastures and dreams.
Upon these waters and winds of yore
He left a tale for the passing clouds.
Within the winds and the winding courses
He met his life with all affections.
And beyond these hamlets, these surging waters
He steered not his ferry and dreams.
The Truth
Why it is so hard to tell the truth
And face your own weaknesses
To admit that you have done wrong
And see yourself from naked eyes of others
You can hide the reality from world
But how would you face yourself
How would you try to rationalize your faults?
When you know it affected so many souls
I wish once I could gather the courage
And don’t pretend to be all saint
Admit my wrongs and get rid of horrible thoughts
How I wish these terrible dreams to stop
In which I see my self from naked eyes of others
May be one day I will face my self
Before this body burns to ashes
I don’t want to carry the burden any further
And want to see my self from naked eyes of others
That day I will be enlightened
An open book for others
Oh how light I will feel
Like a feather flying in cool breeze
If I could just once gather the courage
To tell the truth and face the world
To stand with my face up to see the hatred
In the naked eyes of others
And face your own weaknesses
To admit that you have done wrong
And see yourself from naked eyes of others
You can hide the reality from world
But how would you face yourself
How would you try to rationalize your faults?
When you know it affected so many souls
I wish once I could gather the courage
And don’t pretend to be all saint
Admit my wrongs and get rid of horrible thoughts
How I wish these terrible dreams to stop
In which I see my self from naked eyes of others
May be one day I will face my self
Before this body burns to ashes
I don’t want to carry the burden any further
And want to see my self from naked eyes of others
That day I will be enlightened
An open book for others
Oh how light I will feel
Like a feather flying in cool breeze
If I could just once gather the courage
To tell the truth and face the world
To stand with my face up to see the hatred
In the naked eyes of others
We walk together,
in this rain,
hand held in hand,
with smiles of joy;
exchanging glances,
that maintain,
this unity will not be cloyed.
So calm we feel,
so full of grace;
but our embrace,
is soon replaced,
by mournful grief,
brought upon,
so suddenly,
by streaks of light,
a truly blinding,
magnificent sight,
of lighting that
with curious aim,
strikes my head,
and as it splats,
I fall in shivers,
beneath your feet,
soon to part,
into eternal sleep,
while sweetest lover,
You kick my corpse,
into the gutter,
and walk on by
in silence.
in this rain,
hand held in hand,
with smiles of joy;
exchanging glances,
that maintain,
this unity will not be cloyed.
So calm we feel,
so full of grace;
but our embrace,
is soon replaced,
by mournful grief,
brought upon,
so suddenly,
by streaks of light,
a truly blinding,
magnificent sight,
of lighting that
with curious aim,
strikes my head,
and as it splats,
I fall in shivers,
beneath your feet,
soon to part,
into eternal sleep,
while sweetest lover,
You kick my corpse,
into the gutter,
and walk on by
in silence.
My childhood days
Standing all alone
When I looked at my past
I realized that life
Has changed a lot
Gone were those days
Those childhood days
When I had a sweet
And cute face
It has now become
One of the phase
Tat sweet face of mine
With a mischievous look
And Filled with innocence
Like an incense
And a lovely smile
All awhile…
I wish I cud
Be The same
But I know
It wont be the same
Never and ever
My childhood
Oh tat sweet days
has become
a lovely memory
To think
And wonder upon
I still remember
Those small small fights
Which I fought
With my friends
Which sometimes lasted
For a whole night
And sometimes
Just for a few seconds
Now it seems to me
How silly those were!
But then
It wasn’t u know
Because then I was
Just a child
As a child
Each and everything
Around me
Was so fascinating
And the world
Awed me
Those questionings
Which people around
Sometimes found as
Irritating and silly
Though it didn’t
To me
as a child
That childhood days
Free from worries
And tensions
And botherations
Lying in those
Caring Arms
of my parents
Who took
So much care of me
Without getting hurt….
It was really
A wonderful life
Like a free bird…
It was simply wonderful…
As a child
Those pure thoughts
Without any corruption
Nor any bad intentions
And preconceptions
And accepting things
Without suspicion
That young heart
Is really something
Which I am never
Going to get back
But will be always
remembered
I long for those
happy days sometimes
Though I know
It never would be
Mine……
Again……
Because you know
Life has it own
Way………
When I looked at my past
I realized that life
Has changed a lot
Gone were those days
Those childhood days
When I had a sweet
And cute face
It has now become
One of the phase
Tat sweet face of mine
With a mischievous look
And Filled with innocence
Like an incense
And a lovely smile
All awhile…
I wish I cud
Be The same
But I know
It wont be the same
Never and ever
My childhood
Oh tat sweet days
has become
a lovely memory
To think
And wonder upon
I still remember
Those small small fights
Which I fought
With my friends
Which sometimes lasted
For a whole night
And sometimes
Just for a few seconds
Now it seems to me
How silly those were!
But then
It wasn’t u know
Because then I was
Just a child
As a child
Each and everything
Around me
Was so fascinating
And the world
Awed me
Those questionings
Which people around
Sometimes found as
Irritating and silly
Though it didn’t
To me
as a child
That childhood days
Free from worries
And tensions
And botherations
Lying in those
Caring Arms
of my parents
Who took
So much care of me
Without getting hurt….
It was really
A wonderful life
Like a free bird…
It was simply wonderful…
As a child
Those pure thoughts
Without any corruption
Nor any bad intentions
And preconceptions
And accepting things
Without suspicion
That young heart
Is really something
Which I am never
Going to get back
But will be always
remembered
I long for those
happy days sometimes
Though I know
It never would be
Mine……
Again……
Because you know
Life has it own
Way………
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