Daydreamer

A day of life full of dreams
with all the colors of imagination
- seems enticing
But these dreams, in reality, brings nothing
You can be a dreamer
To the soul, dreams do bring more fun and excitement
Yes they are a never-ending adventure
Though not real, dreams do wear out the souls
You know a thing in the whole world that's easily satiable?
If one asks me so, I would say quickly - yeah, that's the dream
Does the mind renews with every piece of dream, or doth it get tired?
Dreamers know it better
For all its unworthiness, I stay a dreamer
cos' it makes me fly on the clouds
Those who cannot achieve, can only dream
And be their own hero in an unrealistic world
For this reason - I stay a dreamer.

Hey, you got a gift

You got a gift

Every second is a gift
Every minute is a gift
Every hour, every day, every week, and every month
O' great gifts they are
If you get to see another year
So great a gift it is

We dream, we aspire
We love, we care
Strength we gather
Efforts together we put
All to see
Our work abloom

One word makes a difference
A mouthful of "thanks" from the depth of the heart
To the Maker
For every second that we get to see

A poem on a friend

I am gonna speak of an authoritarian
Of one who strongly believes in power
He looks queer and without fear
On first sight anyone would say he is mean and haughty
Hey stop, it is all just one side of him
He is caring and daring
A nice fellow to be around with
I would not say he would solve your problem
But one can certainly rely on his shoulders
A mighty wall for you to rest your head and cry on
His eyes are sharp
Any archer would say that's the perfect bow
- he looked for all his life
The bows would melt anything down
You can't lie looking at his eyes
So deep they travel to even echo what's on your mind
His ears, curvy and soppy
They are there to listen to what you are saying
He is one, one can confide in
I feel great coz I have a great friend in him
Thanks buddy for your friendship

The strange friendship between the sea and the sky

Of two things men are awe-struck
One the great sky
And the other the vast deep blue sea
Whenever I see the sky
It reminds me more of the sea
And when I see the sea
It appears as if it is part of the sky
Cos of the similarity of the dress they wear
I sometimes wonder is it two persons with similar robe or in one robe?

Between the swirling waves and the moving clouds
- there seems to be a close connection
Sometimes the sky is clear
And the sea is still
Both monsters it all seems have got something to do with me
I have one that is more characteristic of them
Yes, that's my mind
Sometimes clear, sometimes waving
Sometimes calm, sometimes roaring
The sea seems to be a mere reflection of the sky
And the sky disregarding all its mightiness
Follows the simple pattern of the sea
There is a great mystery behind it
Well, my wandering mind seems to know something of it

A poem about sea

My eyes are raring
To see the sea that's glaring
With all the love on its surface flaring
Now to hold it ever on my sight I am daring
I marvel at nature
Just by seeing the vastness of this mighty creature
God has tamed it with just simple sand
Baring it even the thought to invade the land
I love the sea
Holding it in my eye is such a glee
My heart pounds for it
And my thoughts roam around it
All in the world I love the most is just the simple waves
That caresses me with its gentle laves

Crazy Love

Dogs chasing a car, crazy eh?
So is a guy chasing gals
Chasing to choose or choosing to chase
Makes no real difference
You fall from a tree or a tree falls on you
Again, both the same
Who is hurt, tree or you?
Same is true with falling in love
You leave her or she leaves you
The pain is all yours
Love is a pit where there is an entrance - but no exit
The wise choose not to enter it
All men born on earth fall into it is the biggest wit

Expectations

They said, "man it is not expected of you"
I know it is not said to hurt me
But to be true it did me no good
As a child my parents had expectations on me
As a boy teachers had expectations on me
As a grown-up my kith and kin had expectations on me
When they found me to live not upto their expectations
I was looked down
I wondered whether its just on me all had expectations
But found on everyone born this has been placed
Expectations are an uninvited guest
To some they bring charm
And to some they bring curse

I looked into marriages and saw them falling
I looked into relationships and saw them breaking
I saw chaos in everyone's life
All that just because of people of the expectation that one had on other
Life has become so mundane
World sees and rates one with what he has
And not by seeing how happy he actually is
In anticipation of finding the world's expectation
I tried to live to its expections
Alas! the more I tried the more I lost
I gained nothing in my try but restless mind

I wonder if there is a solution
Yes there is
I can live a peaceful life
Just by being content with what I have - be it money or knowledge
Excess of either is harmful
I said the world would be a better place to live
If nothing is expected of me
So I can be just myself

The conclusion is now well drawn
Food to eat, good clothing, and a place to roost would suffice
Now on I shall have no expectation on anybody
Even that I will not expect on others what I expect of myself
And would live life as it takes - harmless to others

Wowels

If words are clothes
And if you are the one who wears them
Every word would then turn a flower

Flowers will be fresh all day taking freshness all from you
Bubbly youth and vibrant color will they be

For it is all what I know who you are
Fly the shy has always been your shawl

Charming beauty is what you have left
- in you to sprawl

This simply makes women when they see you
- to growl

Life of words are vowels when words cover you
- they are wowels

Know why?

It will be "wow" from men's mouth when they see your beauty enriched
It els, yells, and wheels from their mouth

Make a note there is already a new word added to the dictionary
And yes that is dedicated to you - it's "wowels"

Face of my beloved

I heard them say two of the brightest stars missing
But I know they aren't lost but have found refuge in your eyes
Don't close your eyelids for a moment
If you do, the earth will die of darkness
Even roses seem to have found place in your mouth
when you exhale it's all the smell of roses everywhere
Perfection perfect - it's all what your face is
And to the world it's a wonder vase

Good Friday

Is Good Friday really a good Friday
when it is a day to commemorate the death of one man?
It is expedite for one man to die for many
And one man died for many
The bones of Agni cannot be broken
He died on the cross on one Friday
Only to rise on Sunday
For a moment death seemed to conquer Him
But come Sunday He conquered death
That as far as who believe in Him can do what he did
Conquer fear and death
Yes Good Friday is a good Friday
For it opened the doors of death
And the keys of death are in safe hands now

What shall I call you

I thought I would call you flower but would not
Cos flowers loses their vigor in a day
I thought I would call you moon but would not
Cos moon waxes and wanes and never consistent
I thought I would call you river but would not
Cos river changes color as to the soil
I thought I would call you doll but would not
As dolls have no emotions

I think not even for a moment
But would simply call you a sweet girl
With smile that's ever fresh
Brightening days with the bewitching blush
Much enough to give my heart its rush
I wait not t0 rush to see its lush

Together we chase...

Sometime back I had dreams to chase
Now you are my only dream
You have your own dreams as I have mine
I see our dreams to be well in line
From now on your dreams shall be mine
And mine shall be yours
There is a big world now for us to face
Together our dreams we will chase

My thoughts - I cry these are my thoughts

I am what, what my thoughts are
Though I know my thoughts are not always mine
Some I borrowed, some I stole
But now they are in my possession
I have options to either lend them or sell them
Tell me what shall I do?
Should I lend them or sell them?
If I lend they always return
If I sell they live with someone
Well that's ain't my problem
But for sure they would be someone's problem

I think I have a solution
I can have my thoughts pure
So can I leave them roam free for sure
I lend them, it's good
I sell them, it's good
And yes there will be no prick of conscience

This is my offer to you

From your eyes I will brush out fear
I always will stand your near
To take away all your tear
For your ears I will utter sweet words to hear
To your lips I will give smile to wear
With all these I will make your face a wonder fair

To my eyes you are such a treat
And they are the ones my eyes long to meet
Your words are more than sweet
And on air they carry more wit
They are the ones I enjoy every bit
And yes with them my face is lit

For Friendship

The wings of friendship are stretched
For the souls wretched
To yet again capture
The days of childhood to heal all fracture
No scar to be left
With fillings of joy in all the rift
To turn even as a child
Having all our sorrows nailed
Walking the earth as never before
With only friendship galore