The Revival Song

My end is very near, I’m not afraid!Death I don’t fear, I’m already dead!The Sun glows, the moon shines,Grass grows, no one is mine! Now the, River of blood starts flowing by,I have now known no one is really mine.I’m sleeping on a bed of expectations, Eyes get pierced by new sensations,Each day someone will…

Lover in the Rain

The wind caresses meA hundred loving touches wiping your tears,Your tears, my tears, the tear from the skyAll melt together,When it rains….. The green trees swayAnd the yellow ones get buried under rain drops,All in the beats of my singing of a sad song,To the unity of nature and man’s natureWhen it rains….. The sound…

A Lens on My Heart

I see you through a lens on my heart, in my leisure,Truthfully speaking, you are my leisure.I don’t know why I can’t see you all the time..I guess, my lens has become foggy with the tear at my eye’s corner.My heart cracks without you,But it heals after seeing you happy.Yet, my heart tips open gushing…

Eternal Bliss

Ever felt, why the breeze is romantic?Ever wondered why the rain feels soft?I have.I have seen eternal bliss.I have heard it.I have felt it,I have smelt it,I have tasted it. The beautiful moments are like atoms,Small enough to remain unseen to the human eye,Yet, I run after it, forgetting it lays around me.The big picture…

The Serenity

You lie down lazily,The phone in your hands,You say nothing at all,Just listen to your favorite bands. The breeze is dead long while ago,Fan is the only source of wind,The hair on your head will sway,Unless it is thoroughly trimmed. The trees outside stand golden,With all the summer shine,The world is not of possession,Only say,…

Your Face

It was the darkest hour of the tension,Don’t know why I was searching for your face,In the crowd. A thousand faces could not appease me,All I needed to forget the nasty crowd,Was your face. I did not try to search your face,Because you are not my life,I can live without you, but not happily. Never…

Song of Selfish Giant

The wagtail hasn’t  wagged its tail, The cuckoo hasn’t sung. The flowers have forgot to bloom, While the spring bells have rung. Yet the spring has come all over Not my garden alone. What  have done so bad My deeds to me is unknown The birds are in the prime of their song But here,…

Song of Pain

A pin poked my heart, In the shape of words, And all night made me grunt, My heart broke as a house of cards. The heart oozed jots of blood, Which does has an effect, The chest had a terrible flood, For the words, I couldn’t neglect. Of use, the words were little to me,…

The Song of Womanhood

If God has gifted a more precious thing than gold, It is womanhood I suppose. The grace, the beauty, and her guts, They always remain embedded in a woman’s heart. A woman has ten hands of which she adores none, All the qualities of a woman are there for men to learn. The elegance, boldness…

Song of Silence

Silence has none of its tongue, Yet, it is a sound way too young. It is there to mute a nation’s shock This holy thing is even used to mock. A great speech of maybe not a named man, Silence is the first to become his fan. A moment of silence gazing nowhere, Another happier…

Song of Words

Rods and needles will prick my skin, But the harsh words wont do so. Because for hurting the heart They are modified to mean so. A hit from stone or a metal piece Might cause someone a scar; But it is the word knives Of evil they are the Czar. It is the word swords…

Loner’s Song

The days of day dreams have gone past Yet I am there to stand till last No one by my side…. Just those days, or months or years Of calling someone for my fears No one by my side…. Those days of hitting a pot of gold Some days ago, under rainbows Watching the hues…

Old Man’s Song

An old man boldly said to a young, With feebly, strong yet not harsh tongue, “For I am not dead To this day I am just frayed. This huge world can change But an old man of previous personality , ‘No!’ He is considered as the ‘Now Generation Foe’. A named old who did things…

SONG OF TIME

Time present and time past, Are both perhaps present in time future. As, what you do in the past In the present it does does nurture. Every single act of joy or Maybe, a piece of unremembered kindness; With all heart dedicated to it, May fill emptiness! For a student who toils, Fetches grades well….