Feeling

If only words could become wishes,
I would never let a person who touches..
My soul unknowingly,
Ever leave to what others call the abode of the heavenly.
Still more time was left to spend together,
Now probably its just me alone with no one other.
So many questions now creep up,
which make me feel like I am stuck,
To the memories of someone so close..
Who was right beside me, even if between us were thousands of doors.
Now that I have crossed the doors and reached here in search of you,
I still cant realise what for others is true.
For me you are just invisible,
there beside me when I am sad or I chuckle.
Troubles just run away when I ask for your help,
I know you someway or the other always tell,
that what is the way out of a problem,
It seems the answer comes from within me, no where foreign.
I just hope you are always there like this,
to tell me what the solution actually is.
To any problem if from now on I suffer,
when I am out of energy, you may somehow act as a buffer.
Or atleast keep blessing me always,
And I stay within the positive boundaries.
You and I, know what all I just wrote,
Was not written by me, but you who people say have left for heavenly abode.
Because I did not have the energy to write,
And in me there was this strange fright,
That would the words I choose do justice to our relation.
But then you became a source of inspiration.
And I know that whenever I would call for your help,
You would always be with me, because my heart is now where you dwell.


I wrote this poem daybefore night just before sleeping.. for someone special who left me about an year ago. Its been an year according to the Hindu calender though..

Knowing

Its 1246 at night,
Just when I was about to sleep tight..
A thought came to my mind,
Would I be ever able to find,
The answer to a simple question..
When is this mind going to be free from tension?
Would a human being like me,
Ever have the oppurtunity to be,
A person who is always happy from inside,
And I be the only person in whom i confide..
A true smile be there on my face..
That would be I think how fame would taste..
But then how true is this question?
If I tend to mention,
A reality which I cant runaway from,
The only person who will answer is no Dick, Harry or Tom..
But a person I see the least everyday,
A person who often falls prey,
To the sight of the unreached,
A person, I seldom treat..
Who else but the reflection of my own reflection,
Knows how this person will achieve, what people may call satisfaction.


Actually wrote this poem when i had settled in bed, but something prompted me to start writing at 1246am!! and this is what you get to see..
do leave your valuable comments ..
thanks!!

Believing

You know my dear,
that action cures fear.
Then why are you scared of taking action?
Fear, takes not a second to creep in, but a fraction.
The time to do it is now,
Just try doing it, am sure you ll make everyone bow.
Remember it is just you who makes your fate,
Take action now, its never too late.
Come on! Get up and rewrite your destiny,
Do something that your name resounds here till eternity.


Hey people.. just a short poem i wrote yesterday in the afternoon..
lemme know how do you find it..
take care and god bless..

Searching

Sitting tonight I started with a thought of probably writing my best poem ever. Listening to which, people would say 'he cant supersede his own creation'. But then probably its not time yet. Still I would like to share my thoughts at this moment.
Do we really know who we are?
What is our purpose of taking birth on this planet earth?
Some people take a lifetime in getting the answer for the the above two questions. Some (I will not say lucky ones..) probably know it quite early in life.
I probably am in between both. Because I am still finding or probably discovering myself; the real me, trying to know the potential in me. And yes, I still need to know my purpose on this planet earth. But hey, I am sure of one thing, once I get to know, it is definately not going to be too late...
And its probably, infact surely going to be something big. Because I know I am on this planet for a purpose... am aware of atleast that(not the purpose!!). But still searching for the purpose though...


I wrote this on paper at around 1230 am on 06/09/08. Thought of sharing it with everyone. Would love to know your opinion on it. Please be kind enough to leave your valuable comments. Thanks.