8 minutes of Birdhood

Up we went in a frail li'l craft
That took its time to get us aloft
Into bright blue skies on a beautiful day
We soared as we kept our fears at bay

The moment of truth had indeed arrived
As I stood on the edge, ready to glide
I barely counted to two point five
And before I knew, I'd taken the dive

I was but a rock in a mighty fall
Off a building standing three miles tall
And rare as moments could ever get
No thoughts thru' my mind did I once let

I screamed aloud with all my heart
Darting below ripping clouds apart
Was this as it really seemed
Or that I had only dreamed?

My ears went quiet, that's when I knew
No dream this was, but just so true
And I flailed my limbs like a crazy fool
Smiling at the lens, to look my cool

And suddenly, the skies they shook
As the chute broke open from its hook
That marked the time I was born again
As a bird that knew to fly by then

Pulling the chords, like I had the flair
In control I was, doing what I could dare
An air of peace before me loomed
As I glided above, while all earth zoomed

Acres of pastures stretched below
While I floated to ground, smooth and slow
A thrill this was like never before
And I wished so hard to fly once more

With a perfect landing to the ground
Gloating as I saw friends around
This was the best deal I could hack
One round trip to heaven and back!

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.

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 ?

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!

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.

A Myth?

Thoughts of escape, fill up my mind
Like the roots below the big oak tree
But the rope's been cut, no more they bind
The coast is clear, now I am free

Is it coincidence...is it not?

Our fate is bound, luck's running out
I sense an oomph, of love at first glance
Careless whispers, there's but no doubt
This union, of hearts that prance

Is it coincidence...is it not?

This feeling here, I want it to last
The bud of love it blooms indeed
But time with you, fleeting so fast
Yet the truth remains, I am all you need

Is it coincidence...is it not?

I wished to have you by my side
Hike mountains high and swim oceans deep
And before I knew, I was on my ride
With moments of bliss, for me to keep

Is it coincidence...is it not?

I longed to have a chocolate pie
But my lips were sealed lest the walls may hear
Tring tring, "Hullo" I say with a sigh
"Lets go," says he "have a tart my dear"

Is it coincidence...is it not?

Some may call it 'Happenstance'
Others 'Random Chance', or 'Fortuitousness'
It stuns me, robs me of my sense
And makes me think, more often no less

Is it coincidence... oh I think not!

Symphony of Colors

The misty dawn, the lilac sky
To whom Weary spirits look up high
Early morn, its a brand new day,
The emerging light brightens our way

The morning air, so fresh and clear
And pastel shades would soon appear
In a sky alit with orange and red
As the lazy sun crawled out of bed.

This blazing star narrows its sight
And scorches me with noon's white light
I plead to him, Do please spare me
I owe my life, only unto thee

Lunch for me, it had better be soon
Famished am I, for its afternoon
Half day through, I yearn for siesta
A few hours more, and its time for fiesta

Shadows grow long, as the sun goes down
With hues of amber, it paints all town
The day's not done, there is more to come
Though sorry for few, and happy for some

Twilight sets in, greeting a bright new day
Together we cling, together we'll stay
Forever and ever till journeys end
Ne'er parting ways, as lover or friend

A navy blanket adorned with stars
Keeping me from life's harshest scars
A moon so round, smiling o'er the lake
On the morrow it has, sleepy sun to wake