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Hope Morning

In Uncategorized on July 18, 2012 at 6:58 am

This morning feels just so different,

It’s as if the air and the time was for me only, meant !

Today even the gloomy dark clouds seem to have a smile,

Today I feel, I can breeze through endless miles.

Today even the withered petals and leaves seem to have a life,

Today I sense happiness even in strife.

Today I feel as light as air

Today I feel there isn’t much time to care.

Today I just wanna fly,

Maybe just in my own heart, but today I own my own sky !!!

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Good Morning

In Uncategorized on July 18, 2012 at 5:53 am

A bright new day ushered by the morning dawn,
Celebrate the beauty of the dew drop on the lawn.

The dusk is long gone,
Life’s given you a new song

Wake up to the bright new sky,
Get up and flutter your wings to fly.

Dont shed tears over the dusk,
Set your sight rather on the husk.

Your own will forever be with you,
Expand ur heart to accommodate them with the new.

Treat life like a sumptuous slice,
Live like a clock – which even after death is useful twice.

Rain rain come again

In Uncategorized on July 12, 2012 at 7:18 am

Rain rain come again,
Do not give us more pain.

The earth is parched, the rivers are dry,
Your absence makes many of us cry.

The wrinkled farmer, keeps looking at the sky,
Waiting like the lonely prayer, for you to come by.

The tired laborer, wipes off his sweat,
Looking at the sky to come and make him wet.

The exhausted couple, are waiting for you,
So that you come down and rekindle the magic new.

A lot many prayers are going up to the crown,
To massage your ego and bring you down.

We may complain, we may whine.
But are actually worried, when you do not show any sign.

It is through you that the dry turns to green,
It is through you that this earth turns so preen.

It is through you that a tea with the wife gets its taste,
It is through you that the sullen moments of life turn to their best.

We miss wading through the flooded roads,
We miss the croaking of the toads.

We miss splashing through the filled potholes,
We miss munching the fries cooked over the coals.

We miss the drops and showers of joy,
We miss your magical ploy.

Rain, rain come our way,
Little Jhonny, in your magical showers, wants to play !

Reach the mile …

In Uncategorized on July 9, 2012 at 7:19 am

No ideas decorate the thoughts of me.
Even within the silent woods, the beauty I am unable to see.

I see the beautiful waves lashing against the shore,
But my thoughts, my poetry seem belonging to days of yore.

I try hard to think, but the mind does not yield,
It seems my inspiration, my mirth has for ever been sealed.

The emptiness within, stirs up a commotion,
So much that, I see darkness even in the presence of the bright sun.

All songs sound the same now, All roads look the same now,
Finally in front of my emptiness, my soul begins to take a bow.

As I begin my descent from my pride to the humble ground,
I realize that the lost simplicity I may have found.

I realize the roads were the same, the sea was the same,
But the pride within me began to see them as a shame.

These friends, who gave birth to the poet within me,
I had abandoned them, while trying hard , at the sky to see.

As I descend back amongst them,
I wonder, if it would be only a mask, if I have shame.

I now realize the void within, so hollow.
That even I would not trust myself as a fellow.

I fall back hard, with a loud thud,
Devoid of thoughts, of ideas, and of pride, I am again a fresh bud.

I am a human, I need to start again,
Just that, this time I won’t lose the trust that I gain.

I again see the road, I again see the smile.
I know my friends have returned …… to help me reach the mile.