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Friday, November 26, 2010

How can i say lie is sin
I know few faces
that lie to themselves
to be happy as they are deprived
deprived of all joy they deserved
and heart keen to every bit of happiness
If a lie can make them smile
How can I say lie is sin ?

I know a child
who has a fake smile
whose eye was once too bright
with all dream that he had inside
now pieces of broken dream poke his eyes
if lie make him forget some pain
How can i say lie is sin ?

I know a old
Who is waiting to die
his whole life he toiled so hard
for a smile on faces of dear sons
but he sacrificed all for those ungratefull
if lie can make forget few things
How can i say lie is sin ?

and here is me
confused where i belong
I pretend to be happy with what i am
But I left behind road to my real fate
if lie make all feel like my dream
How can I say lie is sin ?

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Whats taking over me

New feelings



   with my mortal frame of flesh and screen
i cursed with many feelings
i saw a rose that endowed a nice laugh
then heard her cry in dark night 
i have heard song of blossom and daffodils
then witnessed grief in the wind
burning myself in the flame of reality 
i translated words of my heart
though I used to feel every feeling deeply
never thought share my soul
and I used to try hard to go beyond
what my was a poet's urge
I used to dare to touch my emotional string
but one day all gone in vain
one day wind carried a note to my ears
my soul sooth with a debonair
joyful smile of a face enchanted my heart
that deep valley which was once empty
was overflown by some wishes
hand, once keen to touch flower and plant
was seeking just touch of her
I never wished that I would be like this
but i feel nice and warm from inside
words that might have irritated me before
is sweet when comes out of her
Its mine when I'm awake and when I'm asleep!
and now This I intend to keep
Bringing spring's aroma and soft warm April rain
I will tell her my feelings
though I dont know what really I feel for her
as its just like dream and debonair

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Love in the air


Whats the feeling taking over me

I spent many spring with pale heart
But someone had paint it red this year
I wake many nights on this bed before
But now wake with dreams of someone
a rose plant was always in my garden
but I never felt those beautiful as now
a magical touch must have changed me
this year I will really live the spring

Though I always loved to feel the rain
now those drops really touch my soul
In stillness I used to play my flute
that flute dont sounds melancholy anymore
Though I used to walk on grass at dawn
now I walk on it bare feet to feel dewdrops
a magical touch must have changed me
this year I will really live the spring

I used to always be with my friends
now sometime I like to stay alone and smile
though I always love to sing from my heart
but now I love humming in my lonely spare time
I was filled but yet I was empty from inside
Even deepest corner of heart is now filled with dreams
I guess,a magical touch must have changed me
This year I will really live the spring

Last Art


Last art

An artist with just fingertips
Painting his creation of lifetime
His clothes bearing color patches
Messy, like his puzzled mind
Canvas full as background ends
Many colors then came to play
One by one came and reign
Who can tell where it would end
Even painting staring being amazed
It changes-nice, pleasant and odd
Overflowing the colorful emotions
By the dawn he will end this all
A painting, meaningful or else
And With this put an end to all
Joy, grief, love , emotions– for good
And he will give away the brush
When he would finish sketching his life

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I say, I lost myself

I left behind myself

I say, I grown up.
 I left that dusty road and grassy field
Where I used to run in sun with my friends
And then we used to gather under a tree
To share ourselves like close pals
And now I can’t thing to do that again.

I say, I learn to understand.
With a girl I was a friend.
With her I shared many words of pain.
We never hesitated sit too close on a log.
When I see her I feel thing are changed
And we can’t think to do that again.

I say, I am matured.
I used share my all with friends.
Never thought of what would be my gain.
With open heart I used to give away.
 But now I think what I would get if I help
And can’t think to be that kind again

I say, I’m kid no more.
 I don’t waste time to color my dreams.
 Don’t imagine of that kingdom of fairy tale.
I used to paint rubbish with joy.
But I now live in real world of pain
And can’t even imagine to laugh  like then.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Shadow Play





Its all about a shadow play
idotic tale by nonsense poet
Characters playing their roles 
But all same as it is familiar
Just some dialogues changed
But Script remain the same 
They act with gestures and
Frets and sounds looms around
But no claps for those poors
They acting the way someone
else have done before, here
They playing the role someone
else played it before, here
Yet a vale covered the truth
Only scene playing in front
A scene of no significance

But I will just make my role 
Script may remain the same
But i will play it just my way
none can skip this nonsence tale
yet I will mark my presence
With my words out of my heart
I will laugh even in this
tragic play under grey light
I will act like me someone
else have not done before
but I know i will not be paid
Like all other will vanish
vanish behind the vale at end
Then one more same story 
Will be played as it is played
all exits with a pale face
they will realise , all vain
but I will keep my smile then
As i would know what I played
Was just me, and I would say
none else had played it before

Monday, November 8, 2010

    My Dream


I dull like petrified
My eyes deep and empty
In a cursed abysmality
That blood yet running
through my veins and heart
But i'm senseless and lifeless
Unlike that me I know
Fleshly screen full of
dirt, patches and wounds
Endowed by my sweet dreams
Still no sign of pain
no despair on pale face
Sauntering and searching
me within me, I am lost
I walk through past
On road , familiar to me
Yet they seem so strange
Accumulating every shiny grain
like just a non-sense 
yet moments seems so nice
with joy and gay on my palm
suddenly my dream breaks
i find myself empty
harshly real in bright sun
I put my feet on ground
I weak up again to real
To keep on my journey
To my unknown destiny