"I Love You Dear..."

A silent music is still playing on the car stereo…
The mild breeze is silently combing my hair…
I love traveling…that too in a car with my favorite song on the stereo..
And specially when He…my best friend is there with me
I enjoy the trip even more…
He is my friend still…and perhaps he is still my friend
Because I haven’t told him yet that I Love him…
Just a small fear in me…
That I may lose him if I ever say that I love him…
We usually travel like this…
Our favorite place is the lovers’ park…
Usually lovers go there…but for us it’s different…
We are friends…
There…couples in their own world…cuddling together…
Sharing moments of tender happiness…
He and I just sit there talking to each other…
Sometimes we don’t even talk…
We just keep looking at each other…
Maybe it just a feeling…sometimes when I look into his eyes…
I have felt that he too loves me…
Maybe he does…what if he is also having that small fear
That he would lose my friendship…
When I see others I just dream of me being one among them…
Though I have the fondest person I want to be with me…
Just sitting a touch away from me…
The thought that I cannot even hold his hands…
With a thought of love that is not like a friend’s…
Gives a pain somewhere inside me…
But, just in case I lose him in the path of trying to get
Something more…
The thought that he’s my best friend…
Keeps me happy n cheerful
Though at times I feel…
At least once …if he would tell me ….”I Love You Dear…”

Biography of a Beggar

The hot sun stroke the barren road...
Cars and buses...all 'flying' past the road...
People walking to and fro the street...
and there he sits...at the road end...
to get a penny or two begging...

Looking into his eyes...
the depth of the tough times that...
he has undergone...so clearly visible...
the bare hands...kept open...
begging a penny or two...

Back in the drought struck home
he has his wife and kids
waiting counting minutes
waiting for the one bread he may bring...
to just fill up the stomachs three...

Some people just passed by...
not even looking at the begging hands...
ignoring their helplessness...
what would happen if they just...
drop a penny or two for them...?

They, the beggars...have to continue this...
dreaming of a different life...
at least in theor coming births...
may their prayers be well received...
have a life of plenty in their births to come...

Fragrances of Friendship

Ranging through the hurdles of friendship...
making up our minds to know each other...
Allowing the nature's decision to lead us..
through the true track of friendship...
Sensing the pros and cons of each one of us...
loving and caring with all love and adoration...
Nesting our hopes and wishes...
into a wonderful true dream...
Admiring the characters of all of us...
verifying our mistakes....
Looking into the deeper shadows of life...
and deciding upon situations...
Adjusting to the changing lifestyle..
and learning to learn from others...
Memorising a true pure promise.....
to always love each other by...
Adoring the true blossoms of friendship...
Never will we part...a true promise...
made, by each one of us....

TURBULENCE

Rage through a dark room
I can hear some noises of thundering blasts
Bombing the same species into unidentifiable blocks of flesh
I can’t keep my eyes open at this atrocity

Mourning and crying of human evolutions
Caused just by us ourselves…
The world has become so vigorous and turbulent
It seems as though it is quaking every second

I am watching through a broken window pane
I can see streams of red blood
Flowing through the cracks in front of me
But beyond the glass pane,

I can visualize some sort of paradise
I can see a melodious river flowing…
She wrinkles and says that “I am crying”
She doesn’t want to live anymore

Every second there seems to be a bomb storm
And we the same species are put prey to see it…
To see our own siblings die of unbearable pain
God, when will mother earth be free from these pains?

I believe it’s already time up
For we do not deserve to be alive in this cruel world
A world with growling hands ready to plunge into our flesh
We don’t deserve the earth anymore…punish us Lord! Punish us!

Broken Dreams and Hopes

There lay an old inn..
Alone and silent in the lonely lawn.
The windows n doors were smashed. . .
Smashed like broken dreams and hopes..

There lived a small family. . . Two months back. . .
Dad, mom n child
Their kid was a darling. . .
They lived selling fruits in the place. . .

And they were happy with what they gained.
They had a dream to make their child..
A world famous musician. . ..
Some one the whole world would admire. . .

But there came the "thunders". . ...
The destroyers of their life. . .
The war and the disasters. . ..
Oh No!!!. . ..it took their child along. . ..

Grief stricken mom n dad. . .
Left their home. . ..with their child's memories. . .
Smashed. . ..into pieces. . ..
Smashed like broken dreams n hopes. . ..

One Day Even You'll Be...

To my Grandfather I have never seen....

If you see an old man,
don't just ignore him.
Hold his hands and lead his way...
Talk to him some loving words...
Give him bread and water if you can.
He is old, poor and pale...
he cannot afford you anything...
but He can love you as his grandchild...
And maybe tell you stories...
Have the mind to listen to him...
As he is lonely and pale...
Don't ignore him thinking he is old...
He has seen the world more than you...
If you ignore...Remember...
One day you are also becoming old...
And just think....
no one to take care of you...

All the Time...

Miles away you're there my friend...
Promise me that our friendship n'er ends...
seen you smile only once a while..
but always longed to see that stealing smile...

Never did you speak a soothing word..
but you every heart beat could be heard,
Even if the sound of the wind was very wild...
I knew real well that your soul was mild...

Drops of love from my friendly heart..
always poured for us to never part...
our friendship strong, and purely bound...
it was real lovely, such a rhythm did it sound...

I could feel your hearts real pain...
no pure air could my loving soul inhale...
For all I needed was to come to you...
And take the pain away from you...

Dear, my friend, my prayers would be...
deep and true no one could see...
life may change with the running time,
you will remain safe and close in me all the time...

The Painting

When he looked far
the mountains stood covered with snow and mist
The river flowed from the mountains
down the deep valley
The birds were silent as the air was chill
He too his paint brush and mixed the colours
Green, Blue, White, Yellow
A white sheet spread in front of him
He glanced at the sheet and smiled before he started
He gently shaded the picture of a damsel
She had almond eyes, peach lips andBeautiful smile
She looked like a statue made of snow
A damsel which no ages saw
he sketched the final touches of he
And then just went closer
Her eyes, her almond eyes looking in to his
and he just chanted into her ears
I love you

The Call

I ask the flowers to bloom faster
Oh dear clouds please pour your tears now. . .
My heart is dwelling to hear the thunder Winds. . .blow faster. . .
I need to feel your presence. . .
Oh my sun...Let me see you one more time. . .
Dear clouds . . .move away from the moon. . .
Let me enjoy the beauty of the moon. . .
The river that flows next to my home. . ..
Please allow me to look at you. . ..
So that I can see myself. . .
Oh dear nature. . .please sing a melody
Please sing a song. . ..for me to hear. . ..
The fire in the next room. . .
Please burn a bit stronger. . .Am feeling weak. . .within myself. . .
Oh God. . ..may I ask you to grant me one more Day of life. . .
For I want to enjoy the world a bit more. . .
But, now I am being called by you. . .
And I need to come to u. . ..

Life...

Heart Beats are many...
Pulse Beats are many...
Breaths are Many...
But,
Life is only once...
Live it to the fullest!!!

Flowers On The Violin

The wide street lay spread

Dew filled leaves swayed lightly in the air

The air was cold and soft

And the street was silent as light

She stood on the side of the road

A damsel queen... so pretty to see

Her hair swayed in the mild air

She had some flowers in her hand to sell

On one side of the street

Was an old fashioned house

Through the dense dew,

Just mildly could it be seen

She walked slowly with a silent song in her lips

She could hear, from somewhere a slow beautiful music
Music like the flowing river…
So melodious like a lovers paradise…

It was the violin playing…
That sensuous symphony….
Of the instrument of love…found its way

From the old house beside the road

She walked to the house and waited…

No one did come from in…

She silently pushed the half open door…
Walked slowly inside the room…

The curtains danced at the mesmerizing music…

The room twinkled with that heavenly sound…

There she saw in the middle of the room

An innocent young man…with a violin in his hands…

She walked with ample care..

Not the slightest sound should disturb him…

Coz his music was so beautiful…

That even a drop of dew should not tamper it…

She went next to him... but no!!

His dreams were colored black…

His music had the beauty of the color black…

He couldn't see her... Blind was he…

She sat next to him and listened in silence

The melody of the violin…

Lost in that divine paradise…

She didn't know she dropped a candle!

There! He stops playing…

With anger in his eyes...

Asks her in a rough voice..
"Who is there next to me?"

Fear crossed her eyes!

She asked him in a low voice

Hoping he would calm down at her…

Hoping he would forgive her presence…

"Would you buy some flowers?"

He stood up with anger in his face

"How dare you enter without me knowing?

You have no right to listen my music... Go Away!"

"Would you buy some flowers"?

"Go Away... I say... Leave!"

She takes her steps back

Starts to leave...

Welled with melancholy…with watered eyes…

She thanks him inside her

For the beautiful music and places a bunch of flowers

On his Violin...