Longing

This my prayer to God
May God give me
The knowledge to discern
The song of the flowers
May God give me
The wisdom to interpret
The song of the birds
Let my ears understand
The musis of the waves
And the solemn beauty of the hymn of the breeze
Let my ears hear the song of moon
And of the stars
My soul yearns the more
To dance with the clouds
My heart pounds in longing
To dance with the movement of the trees
And too with the grasses of the fields
How joyful it would be
To feel oneself
To be part of the MAKERS VAST CREATION

Today

This day of mine
Will be fine
In all my works will I shine
Victories will follow me in a never ending line
This is my hope
When I pray, there's great many scope

This day of mine
Will be as good as a new wine
Filled with joy
brethren, I welcome you all with a "Hi"
This is God's day
Surely, I will not go astray

This day of mine
In all my ventures will I be like a bine
Climbing up and up
Holding gladness in my cup

This day of mine
Good deeds will follow me as a train
Blessed will be all my grain
Like a wave shall pass all my pain
Enough for me is His Grace
So Will I start this good day with his praise

(Foreword: What one has in heart is poured out; fear of interacting with people and the due reasons are put forward straightly - Read and see if this is true for you)

Endless Search

Searching and seeking
For someone, for something
So vigorously do I search and seek
Anyone would easily say, I am not in my sense
I least bother them

I don't know why?
These days I care much about my dressings
Be it conventional or casual
I anoint my hair with oil
And my body with aroma exuders
I dress my hair
Likes to spend much of the day
With the oldest member of my house - my grandma's mirror
I look at the mirror
And say "your are beautiful"
I am proud because people love me
But for what?
Is it for my beauty alone?
Then certainly do I hate it
I have a heart
I want people to it
I want to express my feelings
But only if one would promise me
He will never ever take advantage of my thoughts
I like to speak with everyone
Who hears me
And accepts me as I am
I want to be pleasant
I love my voice
I love my style
I love everything that belongs to me
And also those who love me

I desperately look for someone
For someone, who can listen to me
I am not an all talky
But I speak a lot
Because my heart is so hard
I want to lighten it
I want to share with someone
My joys and sorrows
If I speak with you
I fear people might mistake me
My honor is at stake
Then I stopped ever thinking of talking with you
I am in want of a goody
To be always my buddy
So I cannot stop thinking of you
I will speak continuously
To let the thoughts of mine
Burst the barriers before me

I cannot but start thinking of you
Whenever you smiled at me
My heart was dancing stupendously
But because of my natural shy
I did indeed hid it
You know how much I enjoyed
Just being with you
But only for a while
I thought, I have never opened my heart to someone like you
O' how can I ever think of you
I started thinking you belong to someone
Now whenever I see you smile
My heart is burdened
Sympathetizing someone I have never seen
Or does know, whether I will see or not
Whenever I am depressed
I look at people's face
If I find a smile
I do think all are happy except me
If I find their faces gloomy
My grief increases
Because I think they hate me

I am trying to know me
Alas, I couldn't do it
What is in my heart
If you know
Tell me, please

To My Best Friend

Always, I like to have a friend
It's my trend
I love to have a lot of friends
Frankly to speak of lots
I like your brilliance
Like to produce them in "quotations"
Too costly is your friendship
The one at no point do I want to slip
In times of grief
Your friendship was my only relief
Though the moments we shared were brief
They were pleasant like waters that kiss the insolent reef
Something you know, I was a sook
Before you touched me by your look
Now people say I'm bold
It's only because of you,
to them this how shall I unfold?
If stripped off your friendship
I would surely become a brier
Believe me, I'm not a liar

(Foreword: This poem is trying to convey that innocence is a cover for somebody, who never shows their real face, but in their fallacy do every soul put it's trust and finally end up in the Hades. This is a cry havoc for everybody to escape from one such)


Innocence

The veil that covers the face
Of those who doesn’t want to show
Their real face
Their futility
Their fragility
And their fallacies
- A mask of protection
It swirls all over the face
Runs down the cheeks
And says slyly “thou art perfect indeed”
- Perfect mask of blemish
Polished clear watery eyes
Deep the water, clear the surface
Down the depth of the heart
Are the murky traps