Thursday, December 30, 2010

What does one do?

What does one do?
When the will for all good things are gone.
What does one do? when one a true smile can no longer b adorne?
What does one do? When friendship only seems "give and take"
What does one do? when one thinks only about the money he can make.

A face,once, that meant the world to you,Now feels oblivious and new.
When, food which made your heart leap, you see it now as a tasteless heap.
A scent which once tantalized your mind, can no longer make you feel sublime.
What does one do??

Those sweet stories that you once read,
No longer gets you tears to shed.
That certain song that once made your day
Can no longer be that way.
The beautiful things that filled your heart with joy.
The books,the paintings and the toy.
But now, all seems so barren and "un-divine"
What does one do??

When the spirit of adventure no longer dwells in your heart.
when the thirst for knowledge, is forever quenched
when the ability to love is all gone
when the passion for life is no longer born.....

why does one live? How does one live?
What must one do????

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Thursday, November 25, 2010


The sky had swallowed the sun,
the reign of the night had begun.
Fear crept into the boys heart.
He shivered, with out knowing to do what.

He could hear voices under his bed
Listening to them he crouched with dread
And tried to make out what the voices said.
To see where the conversation led.

They were different kind of voices.
Some would whisper, while some would chirp.
And some wailed like the haunted seas,
Then there was the buzzing of the bees

The boy tried to sleep, but in vain.
He shut his eyes hard, but was only a pain.
Of all this trouble there was no gain.
But only a few minutes of cat nap.

He lied on his bed, eyes wide open;
waiting for the day to break.
He prays god for the sun to come
But still the sky was just a starry one.

The boy then counted the stars all night.
Till the darkness gave way to light.
But by then he was sound asleep
Soon his mom came by and peeped.
And allowed him no more to sleep.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Where are the days when the sun shone bright?

When we went strong, with all our might

Surrendered to each other

Prepared to fight, to the morning light.

Gone are the days when we saw each other,

Cuddled up together, looked out for one another

Curled up in the couch, I kissed your pout

Now I’m all alone... when I sing.

I can still feel your hair against my face,

Can remember your beauty n your grace.

Can still feel your warmth with-in me

Oh! I know that we were meant to be

Can we hold hands again under the starry sky?

Can we speak for long, n on the grass we’ll lie.

Can I feel your face against mine?

Oh! Please say yes, for one more time.

When i saw you the other day,

All my thoughts went astray.

Why couldn’t you have waited for me?

Cause i always thought we were meant to be.

Monday, July 12, 2010

The Singing Stones

And there it stood, the great old monument,

Below the vast, everlasting firmament.

Its face, washed by a hundred rains; tanned by a thousand suns.

It still stands, immobile and resolute,

Mocking at the test of time.

Its beauty, as always- divine,

Though the days of pomp are gone

Though festoons no long adorn.

Its not a structure, but poetry.

Not carved, but composed by a hundred toiling hands.

Written not, from the tip of their quills,

But etched, by the edge of their chisels.

How many cold winters has it seen?

How many summers there have been?

How many raids has it witnessed?

No one can tell, as it stands quiescent.

The bodies of the hands might have withered away,

To death, they might have given way.

But, such beauty and splendour that they have made,

Surely has made their souls to stay.

Minstrels still sing its praise,

None who set eyes, move their gaze.

A creation, as such, shall never again be seen

It goes on to prevail for posterity.