Friday, September 24, 2010


 I hang my head in my burning palms,
tears sting against my soul, searching
for the calm. Heartaches like never
before, broken, so lonely and torn.

Never to see the light, no tunnel to
be seen, sitting here alone, within my
silent screams. No hand to reach for, no
one to hold me close, I have never
felt so alone.

No one to pull me to safety, no one to
turn to, just broken hearted, searching
for life anew. No embrace, just tears
that fall down my face.

No guarantees on life or love, nothing
but dark clouds linger above. The world
tightens her grip with every breath I take,
making the next step impossible to take.

Alone in a world, the void is here, taking
over my being, taking my life, but in this
void I lose the strife. Haunting thoughts
consume me, just looking through these
tears, just wanting to be free.


Nature is beautiful
nature is fun
love it or hate it
nature is something to love
nature is god's gift to us

Nature we love
wate and feed nature
Nature water's and feed's us
god gave us nature
we cant live with out it
nature makes us

i know nature
Nature is beautiful
Nature is about the earth
nature has flower; s and weed's
weed's or flower's nature is us


 Please don't tell me what you think you know
Because I know you don't
And I think you should go
Don't you dare tell me what is right from wrong
I already know
So I don't need you anymore

I walked through hell with my head held high
And you weren't there
You just stood on by
I looked the devil in his blood shot eyes
You were too scared
And I got by

Where are you when I need you the most?
'I'll be on my way.'
But you never show
So don't tell me what you think you know
You don't know best
And I think that
You should go 


Last night a suppressed sob filled my bed room, 
I got up and delved into the gloom, 

Huddled together in a desolate corner, 
Were my beloved friends from my land and across the shore, 

They looked distraught and forlorn, 
Apparently grieving over the era bygone, 

I knew they had seen better days, 
They had endeared us all in many ways

They had adorned our walls and rooms by their presence with grace, 

They were a part of our family since good old days, 

To the young and old, they were companions and treasure of their secrets, 

To sad hearts and souls in solitude, 
They were calm companions , 
Who would patiently counsel, cajole and hold hands

But today, years of loneliness had taken its toll, 
I could see tears from their eyes ceaselessly roll

They used to be shared with pride, 
Discussed at length during a long train ride, 

Sprawling on my bed and staying awake till wee hours of morning, 
They had shared many moments of my life and swayed in the swing, 

They remembered their long journeys from lands yonder, 
And entering our homes welcoming them -so eager, 

Hidden in their pages were soft messages exchanged between romantic souls, 
Disguised as 'notes' blooming into tender flowers

Dry petals of preserved flowers between pages tell a nostalgic tale
Of exchanged books and feelings a fragrance they exhale, 

They hold between their pages many epic battles, 
Told with great exuberance by authors and poets of repute, 

They hold lovely canvas of colourful nature and literary arts, 
And lifelike imagery of Scotland Alps, 
Of Kashmir and Himalayas

They have inscribed on their pages, 
The voice of Shelley, Byron and Kalidas, 

Pictures from children 's story book often wonder, 
Kids in the house do not take them out to their friends any more

They do not sit on the bicycle carrier with pride and go out, 
To be taken to the college by master, a scholar of great repute

The pages have now turned yellow, 
Years of disuse has withered away the once decorative cover, what a sorrow! 

Moth eaten leaves have made their heart weak
But they wonder with whom do they speak, 

Across a few steps a computer screen emits its demonly blue light, 
We know it has a lot of might, 

He has brought us to this state, 
Alas! Times have changed, no one likes the leisurely pace, 

How I wish they knew the warmth of a book and its caring grace, 
Give me a little time and some space 


Like a car without a driver
Like a plane without a pilot
Like a boat without a captain

Like a town without a person
Like a hole without a space
Like a map without a place

Like a suit without a man
Like a shoe without a foot
Like a hat without a head

Like a cry without a child
Like a bark without a dog
Like a smile without a face

Like me




Life defines in Metabolism,
In reproduction,
we make our miniature selves,
our look alike
In the power of adaptation,
like what is in now,
What is fashionable,
how I blend with all of you
How I mimic you,
how I become a clown to you,

Life in being nice
This is my life A short and a merry one
This my life In the middle of my own life
To life,
a life,
in the hope of discovering the meaning of my life,
My speech my poetry
Come to life with me
To the life,
for the life of one like me,
Not taking this life in my own hands,
To life,
this is life
As big as life
as large as life is large
In resiliency,
in elasticity
Animations, cartooning, animate,
I vivify
I vilify
I liken
The life force in my life’s functions
Drawn from life
to life drawn
Dream to life a life full of dreams
This liveliness, this sparkle
This effervescence of life,
this bubbling life like wine
This sprightliness like soft
Drink like energy drinks
This verve,
this vigor
this vivacity
Of life to life as big as life
My life
This is my life
This me I am life
I am energy
i am in this 
poem trying to run
away from everything in my life,
running in life
to life and life,
because of life,
for life.