An evening ........

Sitting like a rock ,I talk to myself
My logics have failed and I seek out for help

I hear the stones gossiping and laughing at me
Shall I believe they are more lively than me

The bush has been more kind and waives her hand towards me
Says i grew on these stones and never lost hope on me

People rush to their homes and some wait for the same
Where shall i go and where is my home

Sitting like a rock i talk to myself
Life has stopped and i seek out for help.

Stranger..

Have i seen the stranger sometime
who talks alike and mimicks me

The face is so familiar to me
sometime even thinks alike me

I keep on thinking


Have i seen the stranger sometime
who makes faces and laughs like me

But is so weak to excercise the will
Like the ship which lost the compass on sail

i keep on thinking

Have I seen the stranger sometime
who is as lonely and as searching

But has lost track of time
Lives as if going to die in sometime

I keep on thinking

As i saw the mirror
And everything became clear

I searched in earth,sky and heaven
Not to be found any where,I search in vein

I keep on thinking...............

soMEthing.............

something is so exciting bout this lightness
something is so unusual bout this excitement

something is so truthful bout this uncertainty
something is so vulnerable bout this truthfulness

something is so uneasy bout being carried away
something is so natural bout this uneasiness

something is so fresh bout being nascent
something is so uneasy bout this freshness

something is so transitional bout being live
something is so inspiring bout this transition

something is so silly bout this foolishness
something is so me bout this silliness

All 'bout dreams................

I've been dreaming of a spark
A tiny,bright and mysterious one
One that'll ignite a thousand wishes
One that'll fill a thousand colours

I've been dreaming of a moment
A moment when I'll be reborn
One that'll fill the urge to live
One that'll fill the urge to dream

I've been dreaming of a star
A steady,guiding and ever smiling one
One that'll inspire me to live and die for life
One that'll inspire me to love and die for love

Too many dreams and too little breaths to be counted
Still I dare to dream,Still i dare to believe in it
Perhaps I believe in life after death
Perhaps I believe in life before death

I find the spark one day ,
tiny bright and a mysterious one
With her,both the moment and the star smiling at my door
I doubted my eyes and everything that i thougt mine
It's just the dream that was true and nothing i thought mine

A piece of sky !!!

A piece of sky in my hand
a snap of dream in my mind
i saw the earth meeting the sky
i didnt dare ask myself how and why

In those clouds i got lost
i didnt know which is east and which is west
was it for real or just a dream
wish it lasted for the life time

I wanted to fall and fall forever
I wanted to dream and dream for ever
But i feared the fall and the great heights
is it my self,or my limits

down the hills i come
hear the clouds calling out my name
i say i am not among you,so lovely and so pure
I am a soul of soil and cant be in dreams forever.

LIFE IN A MOMENT

paused are the breaths ,beats get slower
gone are the purposes,lost are the desires, or it does not bother
but I am more alive than ever.

time stands still or the moment lasts for ever
i dont know any fear ,any tear or it does not matter
and i am more alive than ever.

traffic moves slower,posts cross me one after another
i dont reach anywhere,or didnt i start ever or i dont care
but I am more alive than ever.

I lose my sight , i dont want to hear
my mind goes blank , i dont want to think any more or i dont bother
but I am more alive than ever.

i dont laugh, i dont cry either
am i so near yet so far or it does not matter
but I am more alive than ever.

i dont feel any pain,i dont feel any joy either
am i in a trance or dead or i do not carebut
i am more alive than ever.

WHY DO I.........

Why do i find the courage to face the challenge
just to see myself getting weaker.

Why do i love something that pains me
just to keep me more confused.

Why do i find the words to say the unsaid things
just to make me obscure.

Why do i find the joy to share
just to make me lonelier.

why do i stop
when i need to go ahead

why do i fight
when i need to give up

why do i leave so late
when i need to move out:-))...bye...just a cool end to a so called serious...(ya it looks like a poem)

MY FIRST ONE ...