Dreams

Dreams are set high up in skies !
Then they descend way down in our eyes !!
Getting their places deep in our heart !
Becomes our part, never to depart !!

Sky Paint

Morning and evenings do have so much colors in sky,
Enough to paint our days and nights,
If ever it's needed in our gloomy hours of life.

Corvid Call

Cawhaha a corvidie cawll in skawies !
Was all we could hear when it flies !!
Our sleeps are mostly abundant since ages !
Of dried leaves, forgotten past, and aching yellowed pages !!

100 Years of Solitude

O my Books ! you being my Time-Machine !!
The means of my sustenance,
My Haven in my distress,
My Shield & my Shelter in my woes,
My Asylum and Refuge in time of my need,
And in my loneliness, my companion,
In my anguish my Solace,
And in my solitude a loving Friend,
Thou the Remover of Pangs of my sorrows,
You the Pardoner of my sins,
Wholly unto thee, do I turn to !!

Sea Salty

Life just goes on..
Imbibing love & hate,
Like & dislike,
All together,
In a hope to meet the sea..
And get lost and forget the tiresome paths..
..taken from mountain to plains to sea !!
Satisfying though it is,
That sea in humble regard,
Changed itself to salty,
Just to pay the respect for the tears of his guest;
Who has come a long way to meet him !!

Monsoon Time

Pains are constant reminder for,
The day..
The affliction..
The agony..
..we have been passed through;
For a cause, which were not supposed to be !!
And here we stand,
Alone in a gloom,
Waiting for the clouds,
To be with us,
To weep together !!

My One Thousand Inquest

Far away when the sun goes deep down in the west,
I have always been showered with one thousand inquest.

Having known 'Dimensions', 'Strings' and 'Molecular Biology',
But found hard to decipher this deep seated mythology.

Figures are many scattered all around,
Wriggling body, pain, thirst- but death not to found.

If this way to end; it's better 'not to be',
O sun ! please take me with you, let me be dissolved in your sea.

The Winds Of Time Run Through My Mind

Lovely..let the wind blow !
Love..
Time..
And eternity..to flow !!

Friends

Nothing in this world...

Comes completely true.

Like a clam shucked pearl...

Its the point of view.



Believe in your heart...

All that you fear.

But set it apart...

From things you hold dear.



Some nights feel lonely...

Without a word to share.

But life keeps on going...

Even when its not fair.



Your God never left you...

Beside you he walks.

In your hands to choose...

To whisper or to talk.

Many Faces

I have a friend named Anjani

India is where he calls home,

Sometimes he takes journeys

And from place to place he roams.

He's been known to be a conqueror

The great French Napoleon,

He puts his hand inside his shirt

And displays an evil grin.

Sometimes he sits upon a horse

Just call him Cowboy Anjani,

He rides his horse the whole day long

But at night he has a sore fanny.

He's posed for the movie Hairspray

Where his picture was really cute,

He looks like he is dancing

In a funky green leisure suit.

He's also been a Pharoh

Who was holding a cane and septor,

And changed again to Sherlock Holmes...

The famous English Inspector.

He's also been beloved King Richard

Who lived in a really nice palace,

Then puts on another cowboy hat

And stars on the t.v. show Dallas.

I know there's more, but I'm all out of rymes

And alot of space I did consume,

Next time I'll write another poem

About how he studies mushrooms.

(courtesy:a poem added by friends)

Ramses II

Ramses II of Egypt is tonight on a walk,
He would love to travel & find friends to talk.

May remember his days & his loving Nefertari,
Finding awkward gadgets & racing car Ferrari.

He may find this world not so humble & kind,
As 1213 BC is left far far behind.

By the morning sun, he would come back to rest,
In the Berlin museum, to which he finds best.

(#fri april 29th, 2011)

So Inspired

Merely talking sea,
Creates nostalgia,
Reminding our journey,
From sea to land !
Microbes to man,
We have traveled so far
Still containing salt of the sea,
In our bloods !!

Graviton - The Misery

We are being
Hurt or hurt others,
Aggravated or aggravate others,
Been loved or love others,
Been hated or hate others,
Has just one factor behind :
'GRAVITON' - The one & only,
Which can enter into lattices of the 'strings' of all 11 co-ordinates/dimensions,
So no way to get rid of that............ ;
Meditation.....&...Prayers.....................,
A sublimation point..........................!!

(#sun feb 27th, 2011)

Peter Calling

Why you left me Jesus !
Where have you gone ?
Leaving this poor mortal,
Facing all alone.

Did you go through some alley,
Or galloped wind so-high;
Leaving no trace to follow,
Except the sobs & sigh !

Shall I come through some mountain ?
Or ocean some deep;
Leaving ache & burden,
To elder earth's belief.

Me with broken spirit
And tonight a fractured bone;
Will you accept your Peter,
In your grandeur throne.

Friends

Me the Peter
You the Jesus;
Me the rose
You the cause.

Me the mountain
You the space;
Me the Ganges
You the Cape.

Me in person
You my dream;
Cape Agalhus
Both streams meet.

Jackie and Soe !
I love you though;
Be with, be all
So I could never fall.