Wording

I wonder what would we do without words...
sometimes they bring together the two worlds...

and some other time makes two people drift...
away from each other... as in a rift...

but they are important i guess...
if on the purity of feelings i stress...

true words are heard from the heart...
no not being cheeky or being smart...

innocent words show the human being in us...
often we get caught in the lust...

to say things in way others say...
but all of us have a different bay...

being yourself when using words is important...
this lesson is probably still to be learnt...

by the inspired living being inside...
who becomes else to satisfy its pride...

words are a treasure and should be used in the manner...
probably have inside us our own scanner...

our relation with words should be such ...
that the difference between them and us shouldnt be much...

and be felt by others just as our touch...
not as an arrow being struck...

be kind to words and they shall be kind too...
and what you say from the heart is bound to come true...

Loving

words cant describe what you are to me...
only people who know me can see...

you trust me even when i dont trust myself ...
this is now in my heart felt...

even if this is excitement of the moment...
i would prefer to live it to the fullest...

yes i am going to ride so high ...
all i am going to do is enjoy ..

i know even if i fall from here...
i have nothing to fear...

you my love are standing...
with your arms wide open...

to save me from the pain ...
or any other strain...

i believe in thee ...
everything now i see...

is what you want me to ...
this is the truth ...

i ll say what you want me to say ...
i know you ll guide me if i go astray...

trust you my lord to the core...
and your trust in me ... i dont need anything more ...

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...