Thursday, May 21, 2009

Translation

-uniform movement without rotation
I am not a keyed or a battery powered toy to keep going on a straight line. I change direction, I rotate, I revolve, I get angry but I am usually happy too. Even a keyed toy may want to change its destined path, so why not me? Don't expect me to be in translation.
- Reverberations of a disturbed mind...

Friday, May 15, 2009

Rains of May

A flash of light in the sky
A drop of water on my forehead
Or was it the sweat?
I stood still expecting the downpour
Where is it? I want to get wet
Drench me with the cool showers
Cleanse my tired mind
Kill the summer heat
And make all beings happy
Thunders and lightning won't do
We want the rain
Rains of May
Take my pains away
Make me feel light again

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Don't Cry Maria, He's not worth your Tears

Maria, my friend, keeper of my secrets, my partner in all deeds. You lived your life loving him, gave yourself to him and dreamt of a life with him. You cherished every interaction with him and beamed in the world of extravagant love that he built around you. Then came a day, when he found that he didn't love you. You cried and cried. You got hurt like it was never before. I know, my Maria, how it feels when you lose your first love. I watched in silence. Even there you found time to make my worries go away. You put up a brave face wih everyone and never showed your pain. You still admire him and wish he would be back in your life. Your pure heart still weeps when you miss him. You have been pained by his denial and decided not to ever fall in love.
My dear friend, my lovely friend, this is not the time to weep the absense of the unworthy, this is the time to rejoice your youth. Go to the villages, dance with the wind, get wet in the rain, chase the calf and play with the early morning dew. Smell the love in the air. Fall in love again and again and again. Make this friend happy by bringing back your vibrant smile. Let me see the shine in your eye, my Maria. Don't Cry Maria, don't cry for him again, my Maria, he's not worth your tears!!!

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Draw it
or spell it
Write it down
or describe how it is
This is how it feltwhen you left my life
But it was not just a five letter word
It was a concoction of all the painful emotions
Which can be packaged into this simple word called blank

You Live No More

Atlast we exchanged good byes
I knew this was the moment
When we parted
From each other's lives
And from now on
My dear love
You live no more
In my life