Saturday, April 30, 2011

Let me not!

time has now divided us
into the two of love and hate
distance has now bestowed
upon us the, cruelty of fate

yet i understand no more
or nor have a will to do so
but, your attraction, so strong
my minds hates to let go

but,
let me not make you doubt
that someday i may let you go
for you are the candle in my life
as with your smile, my life glow

The Forbidden Beauty

the forbidden beauty
as she rises like the
sun every morning
glittering high up in the sky
as my mind plays the flute
and the
heart plays trumpets
when she falls upon my sight
and when the night falls
she dances like the shinny stars
across the majestic heavens above
her eyes behold the beauty of
shinny heavens
as vast and as blue
as it holds
I
a dreamer dream
of flying without the wings
into the lands of dreams
where we are the king and queen!

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

no phrase that I've mentioned
till now
has moved a leaf
no imagination
has now ever lived
still
inside a dark room
i waste the time
so precious for
the words to rhyme
a dim light pressured
by a melting glue
that holds a life
as i empty the
imagination i lived
and words fill the empty
floor

Arrogance


Vaingloriously
reluctant,
in the words
yet
for self the words of wisdom
with a faint shadow
of a guilt hovering across
the cloudy dull sky
as the noisy birds
sings above
the voice i loathe
i proscribe
but they ignore
A subtle ignorance
fighting against my
hefty arrogance

Thursday, April 14, 2011

We march with greet on our heart

We march with greet on our heart
We’ll beat them at home
We’ll beat them away
We tear up their season apart
Who are we?
Who are we?
We are the champions
We are the greatest team England has ever seen
All the “Red armies” are invited
Proudly to say
We are Manchester untied

United United United
And yes we are all United
We are the devils in the red
We are 18 steps ahead
They cry they frown they grin
And they get paid to count
All the titles that we win
Oh yes they can never win
For there’s a better team
Better than all the other
The human race has ever seen
All the “Red armies” are invited
Proudly to say
We are Manchester untied


Hey you shitty
You hear it loud and clear
Money can’t buy respect
It will just buy you an average player
Just to suck it up from your bank
Evaporating your “Kerosene tank”
Just like the hope of you wining anything
You’ll just wait “and waste” that
While you see us wining everything

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Explanation

I won't ask for one

It's not my will

To act up on the fact that I

Need at least an explanation

It was a choice

You made

All for you to decide

And make me so un wanteable

For me, you had to hide

For all the talks and promises

At least you could have just said

I know I wouldn't have considered

It to be acceptable and would have gone

But,

Never ever did I expect

You to believe that

Now, after

All these years

For you to think

That I have now moved on

I don't think about you

I don't dream about you

Like I used to

And I don’t miss you

It's for me to decide

For you, to hide

Happy New Year

A new morning
but,
bringing smile
hope, laugher and
a different energy
among us,
for,another year lies
ahead of us
yet another chance
yo,
forget our mistakes
learn,
teach and share
remembering the
laughter, all those
times of fun
fogetting the pain
and cruel days with
buckets and buckets of tear
I wish you all a promising
Happy New Year

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The way you wanted me to be

Imagination has now killed the intention

desire, hunger 
for the person you were 
and time has now revived  
the person that 
I am along with the desire  
and madness that 
drove me for years and years  
with hungry heart and  eyes with tears  
long and long  
I walked  on a blank sheet of paper 
with a broken feelings  
and a perfectly fine pen 
a gift that I faintly remember 
now but still 
It writes my heart out
 when I'm lonely and 
 exactly the way you wanted me to be

What should I do?

Should I be happy? Or be sad, to know that the footsteps in my lawn belong to the only trespasser that I intentionally want and Unintentionally don't want in my lawn, sneaking up on the flowers, the fruits that I've grown for the last few years. I was not aware of that scenario till few days ago, and my life was perfectly perfect but now something has changed, a lot things have changed. Old feelings that had grown old has now revived into a young root of feelings beneath the core of my shattered heart, passing away the sense of hope and desires that I have buried inside the soil along with the plants. Now, I am too afraid to let it go, to pluck the flowers, to even start to think of plucking it now. No more can I withstand the pain of those piercing thorns that I had to bleed my heart through before I could enjoy the beauty of the rose.

I've gone through enough, not much you think I have, Not much I think you know. Now, you walk like a storm through my beautiful garden, tearing away my garden like you tore my heart apart, and yet I have a sense of happiness hidden under my heart, but not until you regret the decision you made, I shall not be as happy as I would have if the things had gone the way I wanted them to.

Capture the moment

As I walked through

The wooden door

With a murmuring heart

The silence drove me crazy

As I took the long never

Ending breath

And stepped into the room

The face I saw

I rememberd then

Oh!

We meet again

A smile knocked

At my door

As I broke the slience

On the floor

And passing her by

Capturing the moment

Monday, April 4, 2011

If it's you

I don't really know, or have no such thoughts in my head, if you are regularly checking up on me everyday. I got a hint, not from a expressing soul but a recording one. I wonder, why should one sneak upon the tainted past, while living through a divine time with in the colors of life. What feelings grow inside, what force drives a crazy mind to restore a belief that the words as they fill upon the blank whitish paper or electronic screen and reflect back to your beautiful, sky like, eyes. Remiding you of the one last person in your life, who was driven crazy by the way you moved, walked, talked. With passing of time as you might have thought that it must be over, "I know he was crazy", but is he still wandering inside his vacant imaginations, trying hard to fill it with past memories of the beauty and the beast. Time, they say drives many things, and it does drive someone crazy. Even to a state where the already crazy mind are hovering across the blue, your eyes like, sky, looking down upon the places with the ever looking bright big eye's. Remebering the prayers, the jokes , the walk, the talk, the food and what not. Everyday, just like it has been written before, the face is searched fo,r early in the morining, late in day, late in the everning. A routine driven by a shear madness of a traumatized heart. It has been on for years now and I think it will go on for a while now, but what wonders me the most is, why would do you need to know how am I? what am I doing, why do you care?

Sunday, April 3, 2011

A Promise

Few words of accpetance

to change a denying mind

a touch of magical words

mighty than the swords

i know I'll keep my words

till the end of earthly hours

untill the

the sound of silence is broken

from a promise full of token

few words of acceptance

as they sow the seeds of trust

a heart full of feelings

is all about brust

I have dreamed more

more than I've slept

but I have to do a final thing

a promise I have kept

New Beginning!

No more will I have

to find different places everyday

no more,

long boring talk, no more crazy

judgemental scociety

now I talk to my self

no boundires that I now have to care of

no world, where the freedom costs a fortune

No more will I have

to care about about you

about them,

about me,

no more,

will I have to walk beside anybody

now I walk alone

no road that ends at a friends house

no world where, one's company costs a fortune

No more will I have

to care about the past

about them,

about me,

no more

will I need to think about the end

No more,

As I write a new begenning