Thursday, May 29, 2008

Relationship - not just another nametag

The purity of lasting bonds never ceases to amaze
With abysmal depths of its own, leaving us in a daze
Intensity and power with which these branches are entwined
The choice lies in your hands, for you we are lined
I know not yet what to call it, there seems to be no name
For the richness that engulfs me so, I have no one to blame

The sound of togetherness echoes in the vale
Answers to these calls come with ease, for no more am I pale
This aura thus surrounding me, with sanctity infused
I hope to cherish all of it, and never be refused
My mind is all drenched and absorbed so deeply in your thoughts
And I have a pulse racing so hard, but only for the sorts

The tune of hearts beating along, sounds like a symphony
Yet at times there are unknown cues of melancholy
Bursts of passion promise to me, to last till eternity
It makes me think I am cared for, its not about pity
All I need is the feeling that, there's someone by my side
It be a face that I turn to, the place where I can hide

Those that envy mumble to me, my deeds will make me rue
But is there any other way, for I can't help but think of you
Some see this as a sacrifice, but with it I hope to learn
Going beyond love and desire, my heart has much to earn
It may be just another gamble, but I have to wager on
For there is much to win in this, but without it I lose all.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Does it really matter ???

A leader aims at peace around
Sniffing for success like a hound
Brave soldiers guarding us from foes
Keeping nations from but more woes
But... does it really matter ?

All we care for is how much we win
For which we may commit a sin
The lifelong strife for more and more
Until we tire and our minds get sore
But... does it really matter ?

This gap that keeps us apart,
Miles test the unity of hearts
Temptations walk by me each day,
And pour their doubts on me that stay
But... does it really matter ?

We may drink, forget, then be glad,
And people dare say we are mad
For those that matter, they know us well
The rest for whom we're in a shell
But... does it really matter ?

We detest so that the faith is gone
And love like its a whole new dawn
It takes more than just will to give
Or power to rule, or breaths to live
But... does it really matter ?

A thinker may think of it all
Oracles tell when this world's to fall
Great poets have had much to say
Speak of all things at will they may
But... does it really matter ?

To some, God is a mystery
The master of all mastery
Devotees worship him galore
Atheists believe he's but a lore
But... does it really matter ?

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Standing By The Window...

Standing by the window
Watching the children play
I wonder what becomes of us
Whats really ours to say

Standing by the window
I ponder over the past
And wish from all the depths within
That it would forever last

Standing by the window
I paint a picture bright
With all the colors life can offer
Be they dark, or be they light

Standing by the window
I enjoy this gentle air
And urge my self to open up
Outside of my own lair

Standing by the window
Rain splashing on the pane
With gusts that make way through the gaps
Thrashing all that we think sane

Standing by the window
Green grass before my eyes
With gentle blades that bow to me
Catching me by surprise

Standing by the window
Trees swaying in the breeze
Their leaves gleam in all freshness
Can this moment not just freeze??

Standing by the window
Cars speeding, zooming past
I think how far I have travelled
In this world that's paced so fast

Standing by the window
Night lit by a full moon
A quiet moment with my spirit, then
Letting crickets sing their tune!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

It Makes Me Wonder...

Closing my eyes I pray so hard
Afore all friends, to pull the right card
They think I am being so slick
Its nothing but a plain old trick

Cocooned is it in an early phase
Voracious in its younger days
And yet when it emerges out
Vividity is the butterfly's clout

This rivulet flowing all year long
In spring it sweetly sings its song
The summers fail to run it dry
When the world's gone cold, it does not shy...

The mystic chords that sing a tune
Your voice as calm as the moon
In glimmering fragments with the song
And joined together and spun along

When sleep opts to stay away from me
I lie in bed, with shut eyes I see
The spirits of gloom dance before my eyes
And slumber sets in amidst my sighs

Oh fervid longings, thoughts and fancies
How few of all your spirit-lances
They tread the city of the soul
And arrive where glory's trumpets roll!

A hand that rests above us all
That snaps a finger, and we rise or fall
All we do needs just a flick
I can't help but wonder what makes us tick

Its but an illusion of divinity
Minds fold into voids of inanity
The brainwashing 'white' idea of life
Unto our lives we invite much strife.