My tryst

I tried to catch the smile of the butterfly
That gave me smiles a thousand times
I tried to understand the music of birds
To the tune of which my soul danced a thousand times
I tried to catch the pattern of the waves
With which my heart swirled a thousand times
I tried to catch the direction of the wind
Whose rhythm I enjoyed a thousand times
With all these I was a bit successful
But never could I understand you fully
You are to me an enigma!

in reference to:

"I tried to catch the smile of the butterflyThat gave me smiles a thousand timesI tried to understand the music of birdsTo the tune of which my soul danced a thousand timesI tried to catch the pattern of the wavesWith which my heart swirled a thousand timesI tried to catch the direction of the windWhose rhythm I enjoyed a thousand timesWith all these I was a bit successfulBut never could I understand you fullyYou are to me an enigma!"
- orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

It's New Year

It might just be another day
When the earth rotates as how it always did
The waves of sea roar no different
Not much news of any abnormal volcanic activity
The minute as usual has not more than 60 seconds
There does not seem to be any special news from nature

Yet we all hope
When this day come the past pains will long be forgotten
The unhealed wounds will be healed
The luck that played hide and seek
Will show itself
And we will prosper in whatever we start
A day that brings hope
And for this hope I admire it
Happy New Year

in reference to:

"It might just be another dayWhen the earth rotates as how it always didThe waves of sea roar no differentNot much news of any abnormal volcanic activityThe minute as usual has not more than 60 secondsThere does not seem to be any special news from natureYet we all hopeWhen this day come the past pains will long be forgottenThe unhealed wounds will be healedThe luck that played hide and seekWill show itselfAnd we will prosper in whatever we startA day that brings hopeAnd for this hope I admire itHappy New Year"
- orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

I envy Hitler

He killed millions
Made children fatherless
Treated every non-Aryan with disdain
The air of supremacy
Reigned his mind
And it flew high in air
He never let it down
His every attempts
Made nations motionless

A simple man
Taken to greater heights
Is really commendable in any standards
But before pride took him over
And turned him brutal
He vowed uprooting a race from the face of earth
He did it almost
Before he died
But death did him a favor
He deserved not that death
It would have been better if he had been hanged
Like Mussolini by his own people
Or if he had been caught like Saddam
And been hanged by his foes
Though he had a self-inflicted death
It is like death did him a favor
The way he died was to him a honor - an irony
It would stand for a million years
If history is to be maintained
- to the last day of the world

in reference to:

"He killed millionsMade children fatherlessTreated every non-Aryan with disdainThe air of supremacyReigned his mind And it flew high in airHe never let it downHis every attemptsMade nations motionlessA simple manTaken to greater heightsIs really commendable in any standardsBut before pride took him overAnd turned him brutalHe vowed uprooting a race from the face of earthHe did it almostBefore he diedBut death did him a favorHe deserved not that deathIt would have been better if he had been hangedLike Mussolini by his own peopleOr if he had been caught like SaddamAnd been hanged by his foesThough he had a self-inflicted deathIt is like death did him a favorThe way he died was to him a honor - an ironyIt would stand for a million yearsIf history is to be maintained- to the last day of the world"
- orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

I remember the good old days

I remember the good old days,
then when I had my own ways
When I think of what I did
In the good old days
It just brings on my face a little smile
Time has changed and I too have
I am no more the person what I used to be
But when I think of the good old days
It brings on my face a wonderful smile

I remember the good old days,
then when I had my own ways
I remember those days
When I played with stuff
That I can even hardly imagine now
The trees weren't trees
And stones and shades were people to me then
It just might look silly now
But the memory that lingers
Brings on my face a big wide smile

in reference to:

"I remember the good old days,then when I had my own waysWhen I think of what I didIn the good old daysIt just brings on my face a little smileTime has changed and I too haveI am no more the person what I used to beBut when I think of the good old daysIt brings on my face a wonderful smileI remember the good old days,then when I had my own waysI remember those daysWhen I played with stuff That I can even hardly imagine nowThe trees weren't treesAnd stones and shades were people to me thenIt just might look silly nowBut the memory that lingersBrings on my face a big wide smile"
- orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

Moist eyes

no sullen eyes nor sunken voice
no fast heart beat yet she meant it

no words spoken nor any high drama
no hugs but he understood

no spirits high nor big emotions
no kisses but she said it

no great expressions nor any nodding
no hand shakes but he accepted

in reference to:

"no sullen eyes nor sunken voiceno fast heart beat yet she meant itno words spoken nor any high dramano hugs but he understoodno spirits high nor big emotionsno kisses but she said itno great expressions nor any noddingno hand shakes but he accepted"
- orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

Wot is sexy?

the lush green tree
blue mountain
blue-green river
rocks on shore
white pebbles
yellow-brown sand
silver fish
circles in water
life itself...

in reference to:

"Wot is sexy? the lush green treeblue mountainblue-green riverrocks on shorewhite pebblesyellow-brown sandsilver fishcircles in waterlife itself..."
- orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

Follow me

Follow me
I travel the road less traveled
There will be thorns and gravel
Not to mention the paths so crooked

Fear not
the animals that come on the way
Let them roar if they want to
The days might even be dark

Hear not
The rumors that you hear
And all those you were made to believe
They might even be true

Know well
You might die of thirst
And hunger might well be your friend all your way
Even the sight of sun will make you faint

Follow me
Not for reasons stated above
But for I put my foot first and you on my trail
And above all for I know how to feed your
- adventurous spirit

in reference to: orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

Love is on the air

It's a lovely day
I found my love today
It feels like love is on the air
I can breathe it, can you?
All these days where was it?
I don't know
But what I know is
It just, just feels wonderful
It's a lovely day
I found my love today

It feels like the sky finding it's missing star
Like the garden finding it's missing flower
Like a depleted man finding his hope
It's so fresh a feeling
With all my sense I could feel the effervescence
Within, within the depth of my heart
Comes out the clamor
Love is on the air
I can feel it, can you?

in reference to: orkut - Messages (view on Google Sidewiki)

There is joy in waiting

What joy is to a mother
If she conceives today and gives birth tomorrow
What joy is to a farmer
If he sows in the morning and reaps in the evening
What joy is in freedom
If there had been no struggle and suffering
What joy is in getting to the top
If there has been no falls or stumbling blocks
What joy is in love
If there has been no pangs and pain

Before every cyclone there's a depression
Before every eruption there's a suppression
And before every beautiful butterfly there is a caged pupa
The bottom line - there is joy in waiting

Kitchen Love

Honey, tell me one spot of adventure
where you think we both will have fun and great time
And keep in mind days are tough
It should be inexpensive too
The wife thinks for a moment
And says, sweetheart why not we visit our kitchen

Somewhere, some time I read it
And was fallen into deep thoughts as to if this was true
Speaking as a matter-of-factly it's true indeed
There's this popular adage
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach
Love starts in kitchen

Now let's explore this less-accessed territory
Maybe some will call kitchen the dark room
Even to geeks there is one seed that's latin and greek
And that's fenugreek
A simple golden seed that's good for diabetes
And for loss of appetite too
Soak it overnight in water and drink it
I bet you will see difference in insulin levels, try it

I stumbled next into something
hey, this looks like some powder gold
Eureka, I found it, it's turmeric
It's known for its anti-inflammatory properties
A hot cup of milk with turmeric powder
hey, I know that's my grandma's recipe
Yeah right, it's good for cold

Enough for the day
No more the kitchen would be a darkroom
It's the life-giving room

Philosophy of Life

If love can be loved
And hate be hated
How good life would be?
Do you believe it still could be

Most of our lives
We live as if walking over knives
We hate to love
And love to hate
And problems never solve
Until to wounds we apply salve
Sweet words are always better
Even our hearts loves not bitter

Every step we take to make peace
We know of heaven's bread we will get a piece

It's not just a rose I gave you

It's not just a rose I gave you
It's the feelings I have for you
Today in the morning
I plucked it from the garden without a warning
The angry rose turned red
To pacify it I had to lace it with my blood
It's not just a rose I gave you
It's the feelings I have for you

I loved the rose for its smell
But that was before, to your love, I fell
I smelled it but felt that was you
To me this feeling is new
I held it close to my heart as one carries a treasure
Nothing than seeing it in your hands gives me more pleasure

It's not just a rose I gave you
It's the feelings I have for you

Lessons from a child


He stood up slowly and we were watching in awe
We have seen him crawling and cruising
And now he wants to stand
This is the day we were waiting for
Its gonna be his first step
He is going to stand all by himself and walk
And the joy it gives us nothing can surpass that very day
He stood slowly and, and he fell
Did he bruise or injured himself?
Our minds were reeling
Before we could reach him
He stood up again and, and fell again
He is not going to give up

We think we are grown-ups
But like the child we fall too
The child fell but tried to stand again
We try to stand but fear we might fall again
And because we thought we will fall again we do fall
We try not again to stand cos we think we might fall
The difference between us and the child is
We give up easily but child does not

He finally stood
And days moved, he walked
He is now running
Life keeps moving fast
And we need to keep up the pace with it
We cant just be walking anymore
We need to run
- like the baby we should learn to stand first after every fall
And walk not but run
He who runs fast - wins
Let us be winners in life
Run baby run

There ain't no Christ

There ain't no Christ
There ain't no freedom
He was no freedom fighter
But won freedom for millions
Helping them win their own demons
Of darkness and low self-esteem
From Herod to Hitler
They tried to wipe His name off but with no success
Not one of the world revered men
Did ever speak blasphemy of His name
Turn to the pages of history
And you will find only praises by these men
Whatever religion they belong to
Or however high they are regarded by people

Jesus was a nonconformist
Never was He a religious leader
He said, blessed are the peacemakers:
for they shall be called the children of God
He also said, greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his friends
If you believe He resurrected from the dead
You can also believe you also will be resurrected in His day
He was only giving hope - which is the substance of life
Sometimes we call hope positive mental attitude
He lived a simple life
The simple way to be like Him is to emulate Him

Together forever

I thought you would be always with me
But you weren't
I wondered why

I thought I would be always yours
But I weren't
I wondered why

Is that my fault
If yes you say
I would admit

Well yes, it was my fault
I moved away from you
Hoping that you will always follow me

I turned back to see you
But you were not there
It is my fault I walked fast

Now I have determined
I would not ever walk fast
Let alone the thought I would ever walk away from you

Come dear, come near
We will speak out
And be together forever

Song of a single mind

Long time after I saw a friend
He asked are u single yet?
There was some callousness
I wondered, is being single a crime?
Or a failure to have not found one
Or just have not fallen into the wagon
That everyone fall into and some regret
There are not just a few but more who whine
But console themselves saying this is what life is
An uncle said you should not be always happy
You should marry, one should see both sides of life
What he meant, you guessed it right
Keep it for yourself, don't even dare to think aloud
Cheers to being free and single
Cheers now that you can freely mingle
With minds that are of your kind
Take your time till the best you find

En route to Nirvana

On the path to nirvana

Giving up is the easiest thing to do in the world
Easier said than done
The crux of giving up is
To consider the material things as nothing
To consider fame and glory as vanity
To treat both joy and sorrow equal
Never be overjoyed nor overcried
To travel the road less traveled
Alone and with despair, and live as a recluse
This I thought was the path to nirvana

Not anymore, there is another path to attain nirvana
Those who have tread this path have their name inscribed in history
The only way and true way to attain nirvana is through love
Anyone can easily fall in love, love is pure etc., etc.
I have heard a lot
But to truly love is the hardest thing as I know
Love loves to give up
But anger, strife, enmity, grudge, inequality, feeling superior
And whatever that is against the strong ethical principles of life
Love loves not to give up
Being kind, forgiving, suffering, believing, hoping, enduring
And the good part is it never fails
This is the true path to nirvana
May my spirit be enlightened and cling on to the elixir of life - love

If not for Poetry

If not for poetry
I would have been so mean
When some strong thoughts come over me
And try their best to captivate me
It is the poetry that freed me time and again
I thank my Maker for giving me a mind
To express its heart in poems

Poems are just the strong feelings
I would be a bit bold here to compare it to a molten lava
That boils within me
I had long been a dormant volcano
I thought I was long dead
But not after when I poured my heart in words
Words sometimes with meanings, sometimes with venom
The burst of a volcano is menacing
But for the colors of the thick lava and the flow
A nice scenery to behold in mind
So I wish the poem be
May God bless poetry forever

On a girl who I know...

Imagine a garden where thousand butterflies flutter
That is how it is when she speaks
She laughs, smiles and giggles but as a child
She talks and talks, not that she is all talkative
But one who speaks her mind and heart aloud
Never her speech did I find laced with butter
But plain and sincere from heart
There is one trick that she has a good hand at
She lets one have the air of suspicion that she is ignorant
That's a real catch, never fall into it
She is all witty but intelligent
So please be careful cos she is an angelic predator

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.