To Leave me again....

Every time I decide

I won’t give in my courage You come and break in like a storm

Taking me down back to you..

When I try hard to stand up on my own

Your sugared words make me go weak in the knees

And I’m longing for your arms again..

For you, to hold me tight

and warm my cold & lonely soul.

But why I don’t understand..

That you won’t be around with me forever.

Why do you have to be like the wind..

Come and go away so fast..

The little affection that you bring along

Hits me so hard

That I can’t imagine myself without you..

Time and time again you leave me…

And I’m left alone tearful in the rain,

Wishing to see the rainbow of your eyes.

Because I know you’ll come back…

To leave Me Again.

Through a child's eyes :)

what is the night?

a canvas painted black
with an absent mind
leaves tiny bright patches
of illumination behind....

diamonds, pearls from the broken
bright necklace, spilt and enrich
a limitless dark blanket
mysteriously out of reach ...


the sun....

each morning some mad boy
throws a ball or a mango in the sky
or an apple in the eve,
which seems like...
like the only visible part..
the RED nose of an invisible clown...

but like all other heavy things
why does it never fall down...?
..maybe someone has glued it
to the ever changing Giants Room's ceiling

Or maybe...
two giant kids, one big and one small
are playing catches with a tennis ball
but the kiddo in the west never catches any
so the eastern guy has to throw apples and mangoes many

or maybe the Giants have it caught
playing throw-ball with our apple...
is that why it keeps moving in the sky ...?

The Sky

O fo, whats got into this giants huge
They keep on painting their ceiling and bemuse

does it even matter really...
most of the times it is blue
but sometimes crimson, actually
a multicoloured random hue


the rain....

A giant builds a bathroom huge
unseen, up and above,.... over
but I am not sure peeing he is
or taking his uneven quarterly shower...

maybe his mummy scolded him
and now he is aloud crying
poor soul, loud thunders - his sobs...
grieved he is, I should not be prying...


mountains....

have giant ants build their abode - an anthill...?
O, none to bee seen... so... where are - many an ant,
only their silhouetted hill stands frozen and still
they must be stealing sugar from the giant!!!


Clouds

The giant kids were having a pillow fight
the pillow was torn in all joyous delight
all cotton spilt and is flying away, and the giant chiku
perseveringly annoys, always blows and blows...

a strong breeze

the giants child is like my friend chiku
by annoying us, what does he ever gain?
why does he, winds on our faces blow
Stop he must or mummy will scold again!

aeroplanes

this absurd adults have raked their brains...
jealous of the birds have created the planes
or maybe they don't like the giants endures...
and want to bug them, put flies in their ears...

the adults

these grown up children are very absurd
some busy, some at ease, but none ever plays...!!!
always and ever they want to he heard...
I don't wanna grow up, my mind now says...

-lil bro:D

This is what i owe to you

This is a list
of what to expect
from me to you
with love and respect.
I owe you an EAR
coz u always pay attention
I owe you a SHOULDER
coz on your lies my affection.
I owe you a HAND
you always helped out.
I owe you ADVICE
of that there's no doubt.
I owe you RESPECT
of that your full.
I owe you TRUST
with my secrets you were cool.
I owe you LOVE
deep in my heart you touched.
I owe you a FRIEND
who is honest and true.
I owe you MY LIFE.
because what you still DO .

Hear i write this poem for my bes friend....cheers to our friendship...BFF:)

Wake Up

An year old, inside a graveyard
Not afraid for a second
With the ambience,
Which could have scared the mightiest
In that hour.

Mr. Ghost! Are you there?
I just need your help sir
And I know you are living here,
For everyone always frightened me
With your stories, inciting fear.

But today, we are homeless sir,
No other place to go.
The roof fell on my father,
Like a severe blow..
And the hospitals nearby,
Are denying his admission.
They can’t check him urgently,
Without police’s permission..?

Relatives..??
Just a fancy,
Or, in this hour of darkness,
I wouldn't have been compelled
to come to thee.

I’ve seen in the movies,
The power that you show.
Gnawing with those ugly faces,
You must have a heart though.

Please sir,
I can’t see my mother cry.
The tears,
Which I just can’t dry..

Come out of your graves please,
For the real men in the world
Are already dead..
Making me travel so far
The path,
That I never tread..

.

But no soul rose up,
No spirit in the air.
Only bats flew by
Maybe, crying with the kid
In that hour of despair.

.

The things have finally got better,
But the kid still awaits
For the people in this world
Are already dead to him.
He just waits
For their souls to raise.

The 'she"

She's had her way, always.
She's never adjusted;
Lives life to the fullest
believing everyone's to be trusted.

She lives on her terms,
Swearing by her freedom,
Likes to be the centre of her circle,
Too busy, to consider stardom.

Utopia, she thinksIs attainable,
And nothing's too romantic.
To not be feasible.
She grew up, pamperedLoved, by one and all;
Confident of winning everything.

Too afraid to ever fall...s
he had to be the bes tfor she couldn't take defeat,
She grew up believing
There's nothing she can't beat.

She was always the winner
Till a day she realised.
It isn't about winning anymore
,Participation is to be prized.

Strange, seemed this idea,
or it challenged her existeceConfused,
she found herself,
While looking for guidance.

She's too afraid to stumble now,
to let it all go.
For all her life, she's conquered ,
Winning applauds doing so.

She hides the spirit within trying hard to conceal it.
She's never been really friendly
She'd just feel it.
For her,it's always been being the one,
than a part of a team

She now sits in a corne
rWondering has she been so mean?
Did the values change suddenly,
Or was she living in a small world
The only thing that remains same.

Silent Screams...

Silent screams that no one hears
Silent screams fall on deaf ears
Silent screams bring on the tears
Silent screams bring on the fears.

The silence is maddening inside my head. It screeches and hollers and deafens my thoughts. The only relief is one of denial that all things are fine, and I will get through this heinous trial.
I pray with a passion for God to stop me from destroying my being and to give me the courage to accept this, my most horrible fate. My life has taken the most appalling turn and I have finally learned that I am as a leper, gross and ugly. The lesions I see are things from the past. So hurtful and hateful and uncaring in its task.
This silent monster does its job very well. The demon slowly creeps through the jungle of tormented souls looking for one ripe with vulnerability. It weaves a spell with a web of such tangled emotions that no one is safe from the power of its destruction. When it finds a weak soul it pounces! Alas, that soul is lost forever, screaming and screaming in silent torture. Wandering through eternity with its heart in its hands. Holding it out for someone to take and to cherish and show that it is truly loved and wanted in some world, somewhere.
Oh what a fool I have been! Not to see the cruel joke that life has pulled on me. Not to feel the earth moving under my feet until it was too late. Not to feel the torrent of pain until my heart had been ripped from my soul. No, it can't be that this is my fate?Oh God, how blind I am with eyes, how deaf with ears, and how lost without love!
SILENT SCREAMS ARE MY DEATH WARRANT!

Let her cry..

Let her cry,

That angel of beauty,

Till her tears run,

All dry.

Let her celebrate,

This once,

The birth of a Lonely star,

in her Trap.

It shall wilt,

By and by,

on it's own,

You will see.

As a throng of faces,

Creates a maze of Reality,

That soul is her only heaven,

Her only nestling bosom,

That orphaned one

Let her cry,

This once,

That lilting cry, I hear, Night after,

Predictable night,Has inspired, many a words.

From those waiting lips,

Those uttered cries,

In the gentlest nights,

Rewrite themselves,

Over and over.

She shalt,

perhaps, care not,

For the world,That exists,

Beyond, beneath,An oblivion.

Togetherness, it seems,Comes easy,

There.

O you, the griever,Close your eyes,

This once,And let your heart,Bask,

In the glory, That comes, with those Tears.

Pray, let her cry,This moment.