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Friday, October 21, 2011

The Loner...

As the first ray, of life strikes
at the very, very beginning...
the golden aura, enlightening world,
with its hue, in horizon rim.

Giant life of tree finds, a lonely sole,
existing just, underneath...
a trembled silhoutte, a blurred image,
with the evident unknown, lies beneath.

On the grey island, it lives on,
foggy mist around, no trace of warmth...
where the season's ceased, where the season stills,
no bindings are found, nor exists free will...

A loner, a loner, a loner has just born,
taking the shape, of fragile self, just invisible and torn.

Mystery  lies ahead, with darkness behind,
dusty soil below, inky sky up high...
not a single self, which is kind,
not a trace of life, only empty sigh.

The feelings freeze, in ice cold,
with heart and mind are numb...
no friendly hand, no pair of warm eyes,
nothing is there, to embrace, to come.

The loner, the loner, the loner's sitting on ground
with her back to the world, with her empty eyes, with just ignorance around.

On the grey street, as the storm hits,
with none in mortal sight...
drenched in rain, as all colours are drained,
leaving her lonely n' helpless behind.

In the time of night, when the world retires
under the canopy, of the sleep...
coming out of her hide, she explores the world
up, down, around and deep.

The loner, the loner, the loner's roaming around...
as the shadow of her, dumps her and flees, with the evident sundown.

In the time of dawn or in the dusk,
when the sky's flooded with reddish tint...
she lies low, in the dense wood,
got merged in nature, without a hint.

Observing the life, surrounding her,
in light, in sound, but within...
In silence she sighs, with a longing stare
searching the peace, still beneath.

The loner, the loner, the loner's turning away...
from the world of fake, to the world of truth, where the light gently lays.

Saturday, October 1, 2011


Season, it's season,
if you wish me to say...
when I feel December,
in the burning heat of May.

Soothing morning breeze,
blended with ray...
golden mist, lying ahead,
so charming and gay.

Cloudy sky, shedding the sun,
being the canopy of the day...
stormy wind is blowing hard,
drizzling gently, all the way.

Feeling the warmth, but not the heat,
to sun's utter dismay...
Absorbing the heat, the thunder roars,
taking it all away.

Season, it's season,
if you wish me to say...
when I feel the night,
in the burning time of day.

 Chilly night sky, dotted with stars,
sparkling in evident way...
silvery moon is peering through,
absorbing the hot n' bright day.

Noisy day is taken over,
by the solemnity of grey...
nature is smiling in the silence,
as the sounds fade away.

Lady of night is strolling slowly
spreading a calm array...
singing the silence of sublime beauty,
peacefully, where the darkness lays 

Season, it's season,
if you wish me to say...
when I feel illusions,
in the reality of day.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Little boy :)

Little boy, little boy
is opening his eyes.
Little boy, little boy
such a divine device.

Little boy, little boy,
What are you looking there?
Little boy, little boy,
are you happy or scared?

Little boy, little boy,
is swinging his head,
flailing fists madly, 
as the sleep begins to fade.

Little boy, little boy,
is wildly looking around.
Little boy, little boy,
pat the soil on ground.

Little boy, little boy,
is watching cloudy sky.
Starts giggling madly,
as the rain comes by.

Little boy, little boy,
suddenly starts to cry,
as the thunder roars above
n' the lightning flashes eyes.

Little boy, little boy,
is scooped in soft arms.
Little boy, little boy,
is snuggling to the warmth.

Little boy, little boy,
has found a pair of eyes.
So loving, so caring...
with truth and no lies.

Little boy, little boy,
is listening to the tune
soft cooing voice,
so full of fortune.

Little boy, little boy,
is closing his eyelids,
peacefully got drifted,
to the magical world of sleep.

"Sleep my baby", the mother says,
cradling the baby, to her chest...
kissing his head, the mother wonders,
at her little bundle of fate.


Sunday, September 18, 2011

Untill that day...

I'm waiting for a day,
a lovely day.
I'm waiting for a night,
a dreamy night.

Wanna run on a way,
a peaceful way.
 Wanna get away,
away from fight.

Wanna seek the dream,
dream of my heart...
With a glowing mind,
not falling apart.

Wanna feel the soul,
that gives me love...
Wanna fly away,
like a wild dove.

Wanna be hold,
wrapped in strong arms...
wanna be taken,
away from harm.

Absorbing the warmth,
in scent of my mate...
Wanna be merged,
embracing the fate.

Away, away,
from the mortal world...
 In dark, in ray,
with each rise 'n fall.

Taking refuge,
in his minds's inn...
Wanna touch the love,
the soul within.

Wanna calm my heart,
wanna rest in peace...
closing my eyes,
breathing in bliss.

I'll tear, i'll run,
I'll hunt all the way...
until I find, UNTIL...
until that day...