Let me whisper

Let me whisper a song to you
Let me tell you how I feel,
No one, no one in-between, so …..
Let me whisper a song to you.

Let me un-loop the curls of your hair
Let me set them aside for you,
Come closer to me, and
Let me whisper a song to you.

Hold my hands as we embark
Don’t shy beneath those purple lines,
Close your eyes and
Let me whisper a song to you.

Journey of a Pen

Some letters and few words

Woven in gossamer sheath

Of pilfered dreams and little hopes

Cheering star and panoramic moon

Of green pastures and blowing winds

Of sighs, heaves and yearnings;

Bearing young and parturition

Strong wills and arrogance

Of grey and mature

Of death and burial

Epitaph and succession

Of un-intending memory and recollections.

A sheet of faith and white linen

Of prayers, pleads and strengths

Of empty glass sometimes full

Of ripples, beds and greed’s

A voice and song from unsung lyrics

Of imagination ignis fatuus;

Illusions and disbelief

Of coffee and cream

Religion, caste and creed

Of revolts and unity

Of peace and harmony

Of movements and beliefs.

Through waters and legends

And rains and misery

From will- o- wisp and broken hearts

From white frocks and a pair of jeans

Muddy waters and showering spring

Through green and smiles

And summer and joy

And fallen yellow leaves

Of winters and cold

Of blood and red

Of life and journey

And hammer and sledge.

Feeling Tired ....

Way back home from a monstrous day
I felt tired with each passing step,
as if burdened by earth
and a heavy soul;
It was nothing,
it never was for it never will be.

Impatience and ambition,
fear and anxiety,
Success un-demurred
scared was I,
Of what I never knew,
never have for never will be.

My pain and my sorrow
me and my benign self,
And as I looked aside
to an orphaned dust
to a scarred hand
to an eviscerated belly
to a lifeless being.

I felt tired no more with steps
tired ..... oh! so tired from heart,
Ashamed and repentant
of my oblivion
of my incapacity
of the selfishness
of the hopelessness.

And I walked on
feeling tired .....
indeed it is
a long .....
long way back ....
back home.

Move on ....

A minute ago

is craved in history

buried dead

epitaph

and memory;

It's difficult

difficult ....

to unravel and breathe

correct and undo

like a wind passed

unheld and chained;

I think sometimes

perhaps too hard

actions ….

deeds ….

and recollections;

Live …

live for the moment

learn …

unlearn …

for there is …

there is tomorrow.

Change of the Blog Title

Have changed the name of my blog at the insistence of one of my friends who felt the old title (Yearning) no longer suits what I write these days.

So this is for you ........

My greatest fear

My greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. My greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond immagination. It's our ignorance; not that we don't know no nothing but to what we can achieve. Beyond our fathoms of intelligence lies a world that's dark and scary. My greatest fear is underground - what we haven't done but we will.

Let us get back to the shyness of child. Shed that one drop of tear. Lets feign ignorance sometime. Shine, ..... shine beyond our glory. Look to good without relativity. Do what we need to rather than forced to. Let our knowledge liberate us and not hold us prison to ourselves.

I am there for you

When something is wrong
and the going is strong
love, i will be there for you.

When the winds of hardship
flickers the candles of hopes
When torrential rains
dampens your spirt
When hurricane waves
engulfs your passion
love, i will be there for you.

When black will turn to grey
and people immoderate
When legs will start to loathe
and hands need rest
When day will become less
and light a little difficult
love, i will be there for you.

When eveything is wrong
and the going is tough
love, i will be there for you.

I see you

Sometimes I see you,
High in the mountains
bedded with snow
in the flowing breeze
behind the lazy dawn
and bundled dew.

Sometimes I see you,
Far off in the green fields
amongst meandering stock
in the flurry of trees
behind the effulgent sun
and burnished hay.

Sometimes I see you
Distant in the hot desert
amidst burdened camel
in the meagre bushes
behind the reluctant dusk
and serene oasis.

Sometimes I see you
Outlined in the night sky
Between celestial spheres
in the gloomy gossamer
behind the flickering dark
and ephemeral pleasures.

Longing

A cup, a saucer and a guitar

unsung lyrics with lots of satire,

A little sound and some music

diengaged and believed,

A modest longing

of passion and greed.

-wishful thinking

Broken Heart

Mighty clouds on hesitant moon

Shining stars behind obscure veils

Black snakes hissing morbid fear

Scowling owls from dead tree

Broken heart and reminiscence.