A passing thought

I know tht i am just the dew drops on the rose petals, I am not the water tht nourishes them.
I know tht i am just one of the million rays of sun that lightens up the moon,i am not the sun myself.
I know i am just a ripple on the surface of the sea, i am nt the masses tht make up the sea.
I know i am just the kohl which enhances the beauty of the eyes, i am nt the eyes myself.
I know i am just a passing thought but i hope tht i can make u see through yourself.
I know i am just one of the stations in the course , i am nt ur destination.
I know i am one of the many petals, i am nt the lotus myself.
I know Life is harsh truth,its nt a fairy tale.
I know love is a bond tht binds two souls unknowingly, its nt a roadside game.
I know its tough to face life, but the victory lies in learning and moving on.
So my friends, i realise tht life is all abt moving on.

Love

Is it just a word

You chew in your mouth?

Or a keen sword

To tear apart

A touchy heart

And all the happy thoughts?

Is it all you have got before you lose

Or is it all you give

When you have nothing to lose?

Are you just a tear

Swaying sadly on a pale cheek

Or the very sweet flower

The turbulent fingers of a lover pick?

Are you just a ladder

Growing glorious and high,

Lovers mounting your pain

Jump over the truth with a sigh?

Are you the shoulder life weeps on

When the harsh wind that sweeps away

Those who come and those that are gone?

As a child forgets his mother’s womb

And the sun sets and rises without repent,

Are you here to set sorrow free?

Love! You are a mystery to me.

Sorrow

Tonight my sorrow,

Is only for you.

Not for the sky,

Who weeps soundly

On the shoulders of earth.

Not for the wind,

Who moans like a hunted beast

In the rain.

My sorrow is only for you.

I walk in the streets in the very shoes

I was wearing when I left you.

And spit myself

On the diary

I have left on my desk.

I smoke you

And leave your eyes

In every pedestrian’s face.

Tonight my sorrow

Is only for you.

The streets are only excuses.

This is you I am walking into.

I stop to tie

The lace of the same shoes

I was wearing when I left you

With the same gentle hands

You loved to stroke.

My sorrow is only for you

And I try to swallow your sin in vain.

I am choked with tears

Like a man bearing the pain.

Now I have got Adam’s apple too.

Enigma

I will never know

Whether the doors are to open or to close,

If the closet keeps things from me

Or me from things,

If I hug coincidence

Or it hugs me.

I will never learn

Why kindness is fear’s shadow sometimes?

Why do flowers die when they wake?

And why is not the sun tired

Of rising and setting everyday?

But I know why I write

Good enough.

Every word is an orphan

And I am a rich generous lady.

ONE LAST WISH

You have stolen me from myself,

So kidnap me from here too.

I am not eager to plough the rough seas

Or to sail helplessly on wind and in rain.

You will find in me no love

For marble palaces and fabled kings

And no desire

To see the crowded pyramids of solitude

Or listen to the stories of silence.

I just wish to be an incorrigible aimless wanderer

For he is the painful infant of long roads forever.

With an endless mother,

Who drinks milk from his own foot

And is adored by the friction of his own wander.

Eternal mother, endless love.

All day long

Each day I walk into my sorrow.

Shake hands with my fear.

And make love to my silence.

In my happiness,

The rising sun sets with desire,

As I kneel by the solitude which is not mine

And feel death’s hands

On the shoulders which happened to be mine.

Every day, all day long,

I feel like night

And search for the stars up there.

My sorrow has coloured my soul grey.

Every day, all day long,

The windows

Stare at the doors

Waiting for each other to open first.

Every day, all day long

I fondle with my fear to sleep

Then I run to meet happiness in secret

Alas! Sorrow comes, holds her hands

And they walk into nowhere all day long.

I sit by the sighing fire

And mend my doll’s clothes

My doll is silent

Silent and loyal

Broken but lovely and dearly

Everyday, all day long,

I think how I should wake up,

I think how should I tell them that

My doll is not just a doll.

Just because her dress is pink,

It does not mean that she likes pink.

Just because she does not breathe,

It does not mean that she does not have a heart.

Nobody

I’m nobody,

And that’s my great happiness.

No chains of existence,

None of personality,

No faith to stay.

And I never get bored.

Cause I live,

As if I ll never die.

And I’ll die,

As if I’ve never lived.