Premonition
It came like a lightning.
And the memory,
Undying, unfading, and a bit frightening,
Unceasingly tells
That it couldn't have been
Anything else.
Vacation
After
So many days, a poem
Have I written.
Feels like
I was away from home
And have just returned.
Now
Where did I go?
Cry the ocean
Fall down on your knees.
Cry the ocean.
But you won't get love this way.
And when you do get love,
Sometimes,
You don't even know it.
Want to steal it.
Try to buy it.
But you won't get love that way.
You don't get love,
Until,
You love.
And if you don't get love even then,
Then
Cry the ocean.
The first downpour
Nightfall
In the heat.
Dry leaves rustle
Around your feet.
Silent lightnings flash
In the horizon.
And,then,
The first downpour,
When a strange sadness
Creeps into your soul.
Of late
Of late,
What am I doing laughing, looking good,
Playing the devil's advocate,
Saying what I should?
I've suddenly found my singing voice, too,
While my guitar has become more friendly.
I don't know what's my point of view,
And I've lost sense of the mild and the deadly.
I'm reckless, I'm thoughtful.
I've important business here.
I'm clumsy, I'm artful.
I know more insanity, less fear.
Less fear? Nay, no fear at all, somehow,
Of no-love, anger, loud noises and curses.
But somebody please tell me
Why am I writing these verses?
Believe me
Come to me.
Say a few loving words.
Hold my hand and wipe my tears.
Say,
This is what love is all about,
Caring.
Being close when things look down,
Sharing.
Read the message in my eyes.
I'm here to stay,
Forever.
Things will change for better.
Just believe me.
Beautiful places
As I grow older
It's getting stronger,
This taste of freedom
In my thoughts,
Which lend me the wings
That take me there,
All the beautiful places in the world,
Where I'd like to be with someone
Who believes in love.
I don't want to wake up
To a reality
So painful and so uninspiring
And which is always trying to deny me
All the beautiful places in the world,
Where I'd like to be with someone
Who believes in love.
It won't be long
Before I sing my last song,
Something about lost realities and haunting dreams,
Something about the things one esteems,
All the beautiful places in the world,
Where I'd like to be with someone
Who believes in love.
Beautiful places,
All through the ages
They've been telling stories of peace
And now we find them just out of reach,
All the beautiful places in the world,
Where I'd like to be with someone
Who believes in love.
Everything's fine
You say
It's all right, it's okay
To yourself and to others, day after day.
I think it's all right, really, to say
It's all right, it's okay,
Though everything is not allright, not okay.
Cats and dogs
Rain, rain,
It's coming again
And, this time,
It sounds like a train.
Decisive and uncompromising,
It is without benevolence or refrain.
It is coming straight down,
Mischievious, sadistic and insane.
People without an umbrella,
They see now that praying is in vain.
And those with one,
Well, now they have started praying.
You
Then one day
When the world wakes up,
You are gone away.
But the world moves on
With the weeks and years,
And nothing remains of you
Except, perhaps,
A smile
Driven by a memory
At the end of the day.
Handy mirror
Don't forget the mirror and the hands
Which make you beautiful.
The eyes
Are the mirror,
The words
Are the hands.
And
The clouds in the mirror
Tell you
That the words are, after all,
True.
The day I have your faith
Sometimes
You become a stranger
In my eyes.
Watch me gazing,
You cry
And say that for a while
I looked like a child.
I don't know what to say.
But maybe someday
I'll cross the borders in my mind
And be more like your kind;
Learn more about love
And more about hate,
The day I have your faith.
Sometimes
You become an angel
In my eyes.
Watch me gazing,
You smile
And say that for a while
I looked like a child.
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The restless notes
Restless notes
Fill my mind,
And take me away
From the mindless.
I am cast,
If only for a moment,
On the shores
Of bliss.
I am a happy castaway,
Wishing
I could remain this way.
But, soon they fade,
The restless notes,
Like ice on a hot day,
And I return.
I thank you, dear God,
For soothing
My restless soul.
Last night it rained
Last night it rained like hell.
I missed her so much. It seems
I whisper her name and still
Reach out to touch her in my dreams.
Now I remember her words,
Tender and loving. She cried
Like a child and her tears
Felt like raindrops in hot sunshine.
Last night it rained.
I'll die if you don't come back to me.
I'll live if you give love again.
Give me that love
Which made a fool of you in my eyes.
That love was more precious than precious.
Everyday colours
Paint dream on canvas.
Have only everyday colours.
Blue for sky and sea.
Bit of green for grass and tree.
House in open space.
Handful of golden sunshine for rainy days.
Measure of golden moonlight
For nights.
But hazy days and moonless nights are dark.
So look for golden heart.
Find her company sweet.
Make picture complete.
With her alongside,
Everyday colours seem bright.
We
We don't believe
Because we don't see.
Or, is it that we don't see
Because we don't believe?
Whatever.
We don't try
Until we are hopeful.
Or, is it that we're not hopeful
Until we try?
I don't know.
Did the chicken come first,
Or did the egg?
That is the question.
Now if I fell in love with you
Thinking you had fallen in love with me,
And you did the same,
Then I think this world is made for both of us.
Small things
When you said "thanks"
I was lifted up for a while.
I felt like I was more than a mere somebody.
But what did I do?
I just helped you pick up your scattered books.
Anybody would've done that.
I did it smilingly,
A little absentmindedly,
Until you said "thanks".
And then I felt I'd just done my duty.
How important are these small things of life.
Just this
Just walk me the distance, my love,
And I'll ask for nothing more.
Just tell me once, say
That hope is not a word,
Nor love,
And I'll believe you,
To live one more day.
Give me in your eyes
What my soul yearns to see
Since the sun began to rise,
And I'll let it be.
I'll ask for nothing more.
Save this dying moment.
Dear heart
Have courage, dear heart.
Sooner or later you will reach there
Where you are destined to be.
Your world seems empty now,
And the moments you spend
Seem to stand up like solid ice,
Still...
Surely, there is life after this.
Why else would things go round and round?
Just let the circle be complete.
No, you are not to give up.
Not now, nor ever.
You say you've prayed enough prayers.
Then go to bed, sleep.
You say you've cried enough tears.
Then have a good laugh, don't weep.
Time moves on
And seasons change.
The valley
The valley where I once lived
Is now a distant memory.
I walked through the crazy city
In the pouring rain
And found love.
Oh, she was right beside me
All the time,
Waiting.
All I had to do was do nothing.
She held my hand and took me
Back to the valley where I once lived.
And all I did was do nothing.
Jenny
Gift-wrapped in white
And delivered
Straight from Heaven.
This is God's pure affection.
Oh, if we touch this bundle of joy,
Won't we mar
His seal of perfection?
In her eyes,
Still blinded by Heavenly light
And still not comprehending
This world so fake,
See the suggestion of a suspicion
That somewhere
There's been a mistake.
Desperate lullaby
I hum a desperate
lullaby,
one evening,
to the baby.
Sleep,
she is eluding
while I
am speeding,
averted en route
to the close of an engrossing book
I am reading.
This attention
prosaic
senses she
and she
insulted feels, maybe.
My mistake
realise I
and the lullaby
sing I
as if an eternity have I
to sing,
time
in heaps.
And, lo!
soundly she sleeps.
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