Perfecting

All around me I see,
Almost every being,
Searching for perfection in everything,
Even I am a part of this scene...
Trying to rhyme each line...
Of this poem of mine...
Still there comes this thought,
That was to me by myself brought,
Of finding the perfection in imperfection,
Has now caught my fascination...
And is making me think,
Of this as the missing link...
Between me and true happiness...
And the answer to this 'mess'...

Accepting people as they are,
Even if to me they are close or far...
But more than the people around me,
My mirror asks, ‘Am i accepted by thee?’
Or in simple terms, do you accept yourself?
On being asked this I felt...

Probably I haven’t thought of this before,
And did not enter this door,
To avoid answering to the mirror,
But now I want to let go of this fear,
And accept the reality...
Just thinking of this brings some clarity,
To me about the future,
And as I act as my own teacher,

I realise how me not accepting the truth,
And taking some unknown route,
Brought me to this juncture,
Where this thought can either be punctured,
Or brought to life and lived,
Because, when I got sad or frustrated,
On or because of someone else,
Me to myself each time silently said,
I never tried to learn,
That it’s actually a fire that still burns,
In me, a side of this entity I call me,
Was still left unhealed....

Understanding

Its been a while,

Since, with you, I spent time.

You understand me,

So I don't feel the need,

To explain the reason,

Of this dry season,

When we conversed so little.

My friend, I was stuck in the middle,

Of taking this decision,

To either think of the vision,

Or... wait you understand,

What I want to say and,

So I wont explain further,

Now this distance wont be wider.

The time my love is now,

Please dont ask how.

Because in the end you will,

understand, but until,

we reach that stage,

lets cross this maze,

together, guiding each other,

What others say? Dont bother,

If you are with me honey,

I dont need the money.

You are my wealth.

With you, I see my ego melt.

And before we get tied in some knot,

Lets just start..again..lets...talk...

Knowing

When the world turns away ...

who will with me stay...???
in my darkest hours...
when from me i am far...
who will make me bring me back,
to myself, when i am off track,
will there be someone,
who ll get the wrongs undone...???
and give me the comfort,
i could feel in my heart...
if there is no one,
i know it ll be the spirit of the sun,
who ll make the phoenix burn again...
and rise from the pain...
with the almighty by my side,
to eternity shall i ride ...

A poem i forgot to upload ... i shall upload some more soon ...

Transiting

Two poems I wrote on my way to Leeds from Heathrow ... Its been a month and thought its high time i upload them ...

As I ride on this bus to a new place,

on this highway I can find a trace,

of the land from where i come.

the last few days seem to have run,

and brought me to where i havent been before,

I wonder what all is in store,

People whom I saw in pictures and know little about,

Will be the ones with whom I will talk and shout.

And the close ones I was with,

Whom I knew since I was a kid,

Wont be around for a while I think.

Atleast till I complete my stint,

At the place where I am going for knowledge,

About one year after my college.

Till then I plan to enjoy this time,

that starts on 11th September 2009.

Trying to make the most of I have,

And discover more of what I am.

As I pass,

These fields of green grass,

I think about the people I have left behind,

And the ones I am about to find,

Some of whom I loved more than myself,

And will be away for sometime I guess,

I wish I could be there in their hours of happiness and stress.

This is what makes me press,

Myself to give my best to everything in this new land,

So that soon I am there to stand,

With them as a better person,

Working smart, even if I am tiresome,

With all the people I am going to meet,

Together I am sure we can achieve any feat.

Now that the grass is turning yellow,

And before I turn mellow,

I will continue looking outside the window,

And think about all my gone and to be fellows.

Momenting

life changes in a moment...
each one has its own scent...
when you feel a whiff...
it gives you an urge to sniff...
or makes you wish for a blocked nose...
seems like water coming out of a hose...
making you wish the tap runs dry...
and all you could smell under the sky...
is the fragrance of the wet mud...
or of a rose that just came out of its bud...
both are fresh and make one happy...
even if the last moment was crappy...

Flying

And the bird wants to fly free,
Away from his nest and tree..

To reach where the horizon originates..
Hoping that peace for him waits,
when he reaches his destination..
Taking the Sun as his inspiration..
He flys all anxious but still sane,
On a path that his creator for him has made..
Believing and trusting the master loves him,
and takes him to where he may always win...
The lord sitting in the bird's place..
And for the bird promises to face..
All the troubles and give his little creation just happiness..
and peace; the life he dreamt of, nothing less..
The bird also promises he will give his best..
And to the master will leave the rest..

Then the bird will probably fly free,
Away from his nest and tree..

And reach where no one has reached..
Proving what he has always preached..
Is not impossible to to follow today..
If only you dont fall prey..
To what you should stay away from..
Inside you always know what is wrong..
Stop yourself just when the thought comes in..
You will always feel a voice from within ..
Reminding you of the right way..
What the bird says probably may,
or maynot work for you..
But the best way to walk it through..
The bird says, is to listen to the soul..
Sometimes even the elders have told,
This is what the bird did yesterday,
And now you see today,

The bird flies free,
Away from his nest and tree ...

Dedicating

Far away from where I stay,
I know someone unknowingly prays,
For my wellness and peace..
And her prayers till me reach..

I can feel each time she thinks of me,
I wish I could forever be free,
And be with her, by her side,
Together we both shall ride..
The horses of love and sanity..
and be together till the end of humanity..

Something I wrote thinking of someone I probably know or dont know..
Not sure.. But a few of my thoughts.. in a few words.. for the special one..