But a dream

In my dream
I let my eyes travel into your beauty,
And I doubt they can count the miles.
True love is journey begins with a step,
And each look at you.
makes the step is longer than so many miles.
In your dream
lift your hands to the sky, and let it rain.
hug it, it's missing you, and let the rain.
whisper to my senses, and let it feel with your existence.
And let your emotion, flow to me as the rain.
And know that my longing to you, as the desert's longing to the rain.
Now remember ..
Nothing can kill a dream but a dream.

Be Light

Your love added weight on my heart,
While my heart barely it carry its weights
All the emotions gathered in it,
And if those emotions gather in a river
it'll flood to sink whole world.  So, lady
Shine my way but .. Be Light on my heart.

When there is hope..!!

All my life
I've creeped out of sorrows
I've crawled out of dissapointments
I've held on to broken dreams
I've lay on an empty belly, having chewed on
water just to save my teeth from turning disfunctional
Yet i've learnt not to curse a dawn as it brings me life
I've learnt that every new day is a gift, as it
presents me a fate i have to unravel
best i've learnt to smile through all this
I've lived on hope of a hope of a change in fortune
my good friend sowed hope in me
She said, 'friend where there is hope there is hope.'

Dead dreams

dreamless nights, never-ending fights, ranting, raving, mindless cravings, bloodshot eyes, endless lies, a push, a shove, an end to love.
crying, weeping, not much sleeping, cursing, screaming, thoughtless scheming, bruise and battered, nothing mattered, name calling, life stalling, body crawling.
shouts, yells, funny smells, all's hell, lonely, barren, nothing like caring, misery, heart broken, no kind words spoken, jealousy, mistrust, things gone to rust.
back turned, kisses spurned, toast burned, alone, forsaken, the world is shaking, vows are dead, words not said, souls bled, hearts grown sad, thoughts turned bad.
nothing salvaged, nothing gained, just a memory of hurt and pain.
a love is buried, pages burned, 
a pair divided, nothing learned.
O.. you should know that; Not everyone is meant to stay in your life forever... sometimes they are only there long enough to teach you the lesson that you needed to learn!

Teach me

teach me how to forget the love, it's far country...
and all the wings have cut,
teach me how to forget the love, it's deep sea,
and all the waves have rode its seas...
teach me how to forget the love, It's warm,
and all my body is full with burns...
teach me how to forget the love, it's sensation...
and all my senses have deserted me.

The art of giving

Silence is the sharpest sword of all, 
For when it kills, you never hear the fall.
When someone dies, you do not feel
the pain, and life goes on, when there's nothing more to gain.
The cruelest word is never spoken, 
It's left unsaid...
The greatest wounds are bloodless, After all...we're dead.
Oh, we walk and talk, and sleep and eat, if you can call that living, 
But we've lost the most important thing, 
We've lost the art of giving.
We exist, but yet we don't, we're like a waking ghost...
and when we can't receive love, then that's what hurts us most.
Silence is the sharpest sword of all, 
For when it kills, you never hear the fall; 
and when loves dies, then all is gone, 
and one can't tell, the sunset from the dawn. 

God's ways

somewhere, no one knows just where, 
there's a treasure to be found; 
someplace, no one knows just what place, 
there's a paradise, waiting to be found.
sometime, no one knows just what time, 
there's a beauty no artist can ever paint; 
somehow, no one knows just how, 
you'll come to know a person who's a saint.
when you find the place called where, 
when you find the prize called time; 
when you locate that certain saint, 
then your life will be fulfilled and fine.
until then, keep searching for the where, 
until then, keep a lookout for the place; 
until then, keep watching for the beauty, 
the perfect one, the perfect smile and face.
somewhere, nobody knows just where, 
you'll encounter golden, magic days; 
sometime, nobody knows just what time, 
you'll know the meaning of God's ways. 

Wait me .. i'm in my way

I cannot and I will not, say that you are dead -
because you live and breathe inside my head, 
because you were my love and always will be, 
because you were a part of me.
I cannot and I will not, say that you are gone -
when your still with me in each and every song, 
when your still in my heart all day long.
You went somewhere that I will one day go.
a place reserved for loved ones dear -
but in my mind you'll never go away, 
you'll always be at my side and near.
I will share your soul with mine, 
and what dreams that I can find -
I'll take them to my soul to keep, 
and never more will you see me weep.
Tears are shed for them that's dead, 
But your alive, inside my head -
and I'll not cry, I've cried enough, 
though times be hard and rough.
Some day, we sit and laugh together, 
like the man and son that we once shared -
we'll have our arms around each other, 
for all the earthly years we lost, but always cared

Spring's here

Spring's here...you can smell the blossoms, 
You can sense the perfume in the air; 
People laughing, smiling, joking, 
as if they had no earthly care.
Don't they know that we could die tomorrow? 
Can't they see that death comes quick to all? 
Have they blinders on, are they deaf? 
Don't they know they're headed for a fall? 
Spring does that to may people, 
Makes them lovers without fear; 
It masks the heartache hiding, 
It casts aside the lurking tear.
Spring is just a mass deception, 
We're mesmerized by her playful smile; 
We suckered into believing there's a life, 
That one can count on for a lengthy while.
Spring's here...you can see the beauty, 
Flowers running riot everywhere; 
People laughing, smiling, joking, 
as if they had no earthly care. 

life Conditions

You've got to laugh to keep from crying
Live to keep from dying
Walk to keep from crawling
Stand to keep from falling
You've got to be strong to keep from swaying
Leave to keep from staying
You need to watch to change direction
and strive to reach perfection
You've got to achieve to keep from losing
And Think to avoid confusion
You've got to Pray to keep from sinning
And keep moving when your winning
You've got to see so not to be blind
and Respect the men of mankind
You've got to be cautious as you read man
But alter not from the plan
You've got to forgive to be forgiven
and remember why your living
You must be willing to let all things go
for These are the conditions of a good soul 

We still walk through it blind.

It's time to say what you've come here to say
and time to do what you must
It's time to ask the questions of faith
that will shake the foundation of trust.
It's time to look deep inside yourself
not outside of every one else.
To reach out to others with a gentle hand
and give back to someone, some help.
It's time to expect the answers to come
to the prayers we've been praying for years
to open our eyes to the heavens above 
and release a fountain of tears
to walk through life searching
the depths of our mind.
all though we walk through life seeing
we still walk through it blind. 

Power

The power of truth is in the belief
The power of love in the heart
The power of faith is felt in the mind
With every member of your being a part
Yet the power of change is hard to adjust 
Because temptation is so hopelessly strong
While the power of right is substanialy hard
You must overcome the power of wrong
But the power in you is much greater than all 
In you his power is born
So when the unfairness of life takes your power away
Remember to whom the power belongs... 

last night

The Best thing in life is life itself.
How we live it determines our role.
The Good the bad and the indifferent.
Even a sure thing Becomes I don't know.
The Hopes the Dreams The nightmares
They're all important parts of the game.
The only rule is there are no rules.
And every one of us is to blame.
So a bit of advice I give to you.
On your journey through the looking glass, 
Leave the future to the future.
And the Past to the Past
Believe in yourself. Believe in God.
And make an effort to do it right
For tomorrow is promised to no one.
And this just may be my or you're ... last night.

Pain and Pleasure

Pleasure and pain, 
Neither can be measured.
Everybody claims they can understand, 
They say they have felt it too.
Nobody's pleasure is the same, 
The feelings are never equaled.
Nobody's pain can ever be matched, 
Because the meanings are always different.
This poem is not like the usual, 
I do not want it to be the same.
Pleasure is something I had, 
Recently I have lost it.
Pain is something I now have, 
I do my best to hide it.
Having a cold heart is the only way, 
Nobody must see my pain.
This is not the way I want it, 
This is the way it must be.
People do not realize what pleasure is, 
Nor do they understand what pain can do.
Pleasure is suppose to be enjoyed thoroughly, 
Pain should be dealt with head on.
Pleasure is the ultimate spice of life, 
Pain makes you think that you are dying.
Pleasure protects you with a shield, 
Pain is the only thing that can penetrate it.
My past relationship had both, 
It had more pleasure and pain.
Love is pleasure, but Hate isn't the pain.

Pain is color

Sometimes I wish I were a wall
Upon witch you could hang you’re pain
To see it so, to know its beauty
Bond of sharing, bearing love
Pain is color, in between
Desire and death; white and black
Light is most lovely at the dawn
And then again, approaching night
Sometimes I wish that I could kiss
The world and take away her pain
Feel it all for only her 
And then go mad and prove I’m real
But love continues as does pain
And death endangers both
And the river murmurs carelessly
Around the bend in which we live 

sad eyes

My sad eyes Blurred by tears
Heart broken 
By the world they now fear
My sad eyes Now look down 
Afraid to look upon the town
My sad eyes Full of aqua blue The whitest whites
So wondrous and true
My sad eyes  One tear holds
One-hundred different reasons
For sadness to behold
My sad eyes Still afraid to see
What’s happening 
To our beautiful family

OR

Now that the tears in my eyes seem to have dried
and the pain that love caused 
is almost out of the way
Will i be able to get up and start my life afresh..!
OR will i still cry from the tears which in my heart stay...!
Will i manage to stay strong
if in front of me the story is repeated? 
OR will i break down & shatter to pieces & let my life get affected....!
If i see his name somewhere or hear of him
will i take it in my stride.....!
OR will i drift into the past, stay alone & from the world hide......! 
Though i certainly hope to be strong
and make life a beautiful place to stay
i really wonder if things get really bad
would i face them all
OR would i turn and run away..!

Will i side it before .. Mistrust makes life difficult. Trust makes it risky.

So there are two important lessons to learn

1. Never be so much happy because you have something new, either never be sad because you lost something, life will keep going with or without you.

2. Two of the hardest tests in life, The patient to wait for the right moment and the courage to accept that you've waited for nothing.

Now be nice

OR

Just walk away

Beauty

Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat, 
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather, 
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights

When love is dead

When love is dead
You move to separate beds.
You try to be polite
And ignore every slight.
When love is dead
You just nod your head, 
Without paying attention
To what your partner mentions.
When love is dead
Although you share bread, 
And live under the same roof
You do your best to remain aloof.
When love is dead 
it becomes easy to shed, 
any kind of pretence
as now it makes no sense.
When love is dead
A lot is left unsaid,

What if ,,,,2

What if I couldn't see? 
I wouldn't know how to be.
What if I couldn't walk? 
I wouldn't be able to go to the park.
What if I couldn't smell? 
I wouldn't know early monsoon shower smell.
What if I couldn't feel? 
I wouldn't even know how to heal.
What if I couldn't taste? 
All the gourmet food would go to waste.
What if I couldn't touch? 
I wouldn't know love as such.
What if I couldn't cry? 
I wouldn't be able to let go of grief even if I try.
What if I couldn't smile? 
I wouldn't be able to feel light even for a while.
I can do all of these things
Lord, it’s a blessing.
These are the gifts. We realize when we are unfit.
I have really no clue, How the less privileged do.
I guess with courage and acceptance they go on with grace