Barren Earth

And the Earth that was once green,
Colour on it can now be hardly seen...
Its slowly turning dry... completely barren...
Because for ages it hasn't
Seen a tiny drop of water,
and each day is turning harder...
For it to put on the layer of fake colour,
Searching for water from one place to another.
Soon they say a time will come,
When this earth will look towards the Sun,
And ask it to keep creating a mirage,
So that the earth can keep its heart large,
And welcome even the tiny water drop,
With so much love and care that it wouldnt ever stop,
Raining again, and this land eventhough cant,
Keep away those dark memories that haunt,
Will create a colour that supersedes white or black,
And give this world something it never had,
A new colour, full of hope, happiness and honesty,
That is seen as its own, by all humanity...

Crazy People

So when you say to me,
"You seriously are crazy",
I just am happy to see,
So many beings,
Are crazy enough to know,
How crazy i can be...

And then I turn,
turn to you to ask...

My dear friend,
aren't you crazy too?
Who around us isn't?
And if you think,
that you aren't crazy,

We both know,
deep down somewhere,
everyone knows this,
we all are crazy!

Pouring

And I wait,
Wait for it to pour,
Pour down so heavily,
It silences all uproars

That are burning,
Inside me for so long,
24 years it has been,
Waiting for the song.

That would fill up,
The emptiness in me,
And seed the growth,
Of an ever growing tree...

Which may or may not bring
Luxuries, to make me a king,
But atleast make me realise,
Why is it that I am living...





This one is kind of a continuation from the last one... Fires

Fires

What my heart wants I dont know,
And well, it neither is ready to show.

I try to tame it like a circus lion,
But by then in it has started a deep fire,
That even gallons of water cant estinguish.
But being able to douse this fire I can only wish.
Because all I am able to sprinkle is just a few droplets,
Hoping this would be enough to make the fire rest.

Searching for its source keeps me so engaged,
That I cant see the fire further enrage.

And then as usual, there is an explosion,
And like everytime, of me I lose a portion.

Till when would this keep going on I wonder,
Would there one day be a lightening or a thunder?
That would make it pour so heavily,
dousing all the fires, and filling again the portions I lost of me...

Comfort of Questions

I sit here and just start to write,
Already I am looking for some light,
On how would this rhyme end?
Would I get answers to questions unsaid?

Each day brings so many questions to me,
Someday I will answer them maybe...

But for now I have collected them and made a mattress,
Of something that would otherwise cause stress.
And appear to be having the time of my life,
Knowing this that one day I have to strive...
To answer every question that makes my life cushioned.
But for now, I will let this rhyme end...

Reflecting on a thought

Its strange, how one moment I know you,
The other moment you are someone new.

I stare at you to try to read what is on your mind.
But all I find are more questions to be answered.

And all of a sudden I find myself in a different world.
All I can see is just you... nothing can be heard.

It feels like I spend a lifetime each second I see you.
In a few moments thousands of doors I pass through...

Each door I pass through, I see the same face...
I look for one single thing, or just a trace.

Who you actually are, I wish to know...
A foe, friend or something more...

But then tired of waiting for an answer from you,
I move away from you my reflection... who I thought I knew...

The Bus Journey

Everyday I get up hoping this day is going to be amazing...
Thinking about this I spend a few more seconds...
And soon the day starts like a Bus ready for its journey...
Not knowing how many miles before its journey would end...

Somedays it covers just a few hundred miles...
but on its way makes all people smile...
On other days it travels miles so many that you cant count...
If this journey affects anybody on the way... I doubt...

But when the journey ends the driver talks to the bus...
"Lets see how much did you rust... and if you re covered with any dust..."
And after looking at what the bus has gone through during the day...
The driver tells the bus... "Go take a few hours of rest if you may...
Tomorrow is going to be another day I can't say how long...
And every morning when you say this, I dont think it is wrong..."

"Everyday I get up hoping this day is going to be amazing...
Thinking about this I spend a few more seconds...
And soon the day starts I the Bus am ready for its journey...
Not knowing how many miles before its journey would end..."