Impulse

So, I plunged in the blue forbidden sea
Willingly on the cold sunny day of January
Salt OR was it sweat I wouldn't tell
As embrace got smoother than an egg shell
Vast like the space I could be inside
Floating by sea, but I couldn't swim beside
The end came peacefully for dead,
As I drowned and rested on the sea bed.

Jan 12 2004 10 AM

Un-named

Is like hollowness in life....
Far away I know, in another shell
Why crave for that warmth of home
Of a beloved, me alone, lonely, helpless
Who am I, what am I to ask for those words...
But only to cause a ripple in thy peace
To ask for an unaskable wish and...
To hope, yet know for none to be there
For me, cause I am a beautiful dream in tears...

Dec 3, 2006

Depth

If love were an ocan,
And you were its depth...
I would have drowned again and again
Sleeping on its bed
and still survived
To breath and to drown again!

June 11 2007

If only...

If the sun were many
In colored shades of blue
If the sea were a stream
With ripples stuck in glue

If birds walked in dreams
And the plants grew on sky
If the clouds could taste sweet
And the flowers could fly

On the orange rubber tires
If the mountains could float
And in just a few minutes
Travel the world on a boat

If to adore enemies the most
And could see through the ears
If there were many lives to live
With no death to fear

If people were not born
But lived as much as they want
If all were rich with chocolate
And had only brown bars to flaunt

If love were without to expect
And could be grown on a tree
If to cry was too funny
And malls were for free

If to talk was like to sing
And melody was to shout
If the heart were made of gold
And clothes worn inside out

If home were an open field
And food was to breathe the air
If to sleep was to be awake
And to hate was to care

If I were not I
And you were not you
Perhaps there could be many suns
In colored shades of blue.

Beginning again

If passion was a morning dew
Or an unfound beauty beneath a veil
To tempt would be a stroke of truth
On a blank canvas of unseen vows

To be late to dream, couldn't happen
But to begin now, is never late.

October 29, 2004

Never enough

seeing you is like crying out loud looking at some silly TV show
seeing you is like the appearance of a rainbow after a long rain
seeing you is like having tea on a rainy day with a cigarette
seeing you is like the rays of sun over a mountain at the dawn
seeing you is like having dark chocolate with extra hot coffee
seeing you is like hearing applause after a successful show
seeing you is like the fragrance of fist rain on barren sand
seeing you is like the first gulp of water after a long run
seeing you is like taking a bath after a long day of hike
seeing you is like the smell of freshly baked cookies
seeing you is like a cool breeze in the summer noon
seeing you is like the snow flakes on a winter start
seeing you is like a first kiss on a pair of virgin lips
seeing you is like waiting a long time for a smile
seeing you is like a warm touch of a rabbits' fur
seeing you is like making love again and again
seeing you is like playing the ball at the beach
seeing you is like shopping at a mall aimlessly
seeing you is like wearing a diamond ring
seeing you is believing
seeing you is loving
seeing you is never enough...

May 16 2006

Mistakes

Didn't I ever learn for once?
For I have been ridden many times
From shore to shore though I swam
Yet I drown in waves of crimes

Again the feel of the light I see
Camouflaging in tone of gray
Blind though I am at all not
Yet, see nothing on a bright day

Today I am stronger towards
A life for the one I love to cope
Rebuild again the broken bones
Plastered in a fresh white hope

I know not for inside me
Is left of nothing but a paper soaked
Though I float on the waves again
The air I breathe is enough to choke

I will and sure will not withstand
Any more storms for me to forgo
Cause I have been dead many times
The alive me is only for the show.

April 15, 2004 Evening

Lonely

Two of the precious months alone
Went away in the stoke of breeze
Though it seems two decades of life
Gone by, in the emptiness of nothing

Happened was it to break a jinx?
Known to be unknown are heartbeats
Where mortal lives learn to live and touch
The mystery of love and passion

Alone again the life may be now
Thinking of then was void too
Living only in dreams was how
A myth which seemed as real as life.

Something are always for life's study
For surviving behind a black shadow
Whom you depend for needs and care
The same hurts you forever and more

April 16, 2004 Noon

Lie 2

Whether be it chocolate Or be coffee
Or be the riches the life offered the king
Give up, if he could for me alone, he said
That was once upon a time.

Were those non-written verses to be sung?
Or a silent music that I heard so loud?
Why would one hide behind a truth?
To claim deep unconditionally in love?

Is to love so difficult and shallow now?
That we wear coats of false to show?
Even if the out side is in glory or not,
Why does to love, so painfully glow?

April 16, 2004 Noon

Weak

Shaking from weakness,
As my emotions drained
Feeling like a squeezed fruit
For the juice, someone to relish
Only the pulp left of me
In heaps of pale color
And the fragrance of the lost
Tropical scent of once that
Was ripe and full of love.

April 1 2004