Running

And i ran...
Ran like a rabbit free from its cage...
I ran after something i dont know what...
Just running for that time made me so happy
Such joy i cant describe in words
I just know one thing...
I just ran...
And i ran Like a rabbit... free from its cage...

Maa...

Something I wrote for my Ma when I was studying in Leeds... I think I wrote this in the beginning of January 2010


i sit down under this yellow light,
and i wish if only today i might,

be able to write my feelings in words,
for someone who brought me into this world...

the most beautiful lady i have ever known,
someone who before i was born, was my own...

someone i will adore and love always,
no matter how many girls cross my way...

my sweet and lovely dear mother,
today i am trying to overcome all hurdles...

and write what you mean to me in my life,
you ll always be first, even if i ever have a wife...

sitting in this place, that is still new,
i still dont understand, how god crafted you...

and made you so strong yet so caring,
doesnt it sound like a strange pairing?

listening to your voice, or just seeing you,
makes me believe that you are here for true...

right beside me as if am sleeping in your lap,
these miles in between cant act as a gap...

between a mother and a son,
so with the rhyme am i done?

no not yet, i still can write,
about the lady who brought me to life...

each time i keep my head on your palm,
all tensions vanish, i am again calm...

i miss that touch and wish to earn it back,
god gives me a push, whenver in me motivation lacks...

always be with you ma...i wish i had this luck ...
and get from you whenever i want momma's hug...

i really miss you a lot when i am alone,
you know during this time, to think i am prone...

but you know and so do i,
this time shall fly by ...

and i shall be again with my first lady,
who brought me up right from when i was a baby ...

i love you ma and will always love you,
i am working my best to make your wishes come true...

so much have you seen and suffered till today,
and from our god i only pray...

to give you and pa all the happiness and joy,
and to help you with that, god has sent this toy...

who writes this poem he doesnt know why?
because even if my best i try,

no words can tell the feelings of a son,
even when i feel the poem is perhaps done ...

My Secret World

In this big world full of people...
I have this small world of my own...
Which in this fast moving world
Is sometimes to even me unknown...

I enter and exit this world of mine...
When for myself i have exclusive time...

There are no spaces or boundaries...
I can live in this world totally free...

Even in a crowd of hundreds...
Me inside my world can go unnoticed...

When i am living in my little world
I find peace around me even in thousands of words

It feels like i have traveled into time...
No one around me can see me...

But there was this empty chair left at the corner...
Did someone think I was going to wander?

Maybe its just the world moving around me...
And I have paused so that this moment i can feel...

And experience again this world that went in hiding...
That has revealed itself again after this mining...

Abrupt Ending

Sometimes I wish things that could be endless...
are sooner than expected put to rest...
all of a sudden an abrupt ending...
things in my mind that could have made history... still pending...

hoping that sometime in the near future...
this lesson acts as my tutor...
i live the moment to the fullest...
and not fly back in to my nest...

Dream World

Sometimes i wish i could talk to you for ages...
Like time limits, there wouldnt be any cages
I could talk to you without any fear...
Just the same you be far or near...
That everything around us would pause...
And our conversations would be the cause...
I hope that such a dream...
Would one day like reality seem...
Till then i shall fall back into reality...
And donate these thoughts to someone else as charity...

Everyday

Everyday I see things I hadnt ever seen,
Going places to which I hadnt ever been.
Both harsh lands and and lands that are green,
Everyday I understand what things around me mean.
To know more I am always keen.
Wondering if that is perhaps in my genes?
Although i am the same person it might seem,
Everyday I get to know a new part of me...

Hoping

and i close my eyes...
hoping to see a surprise...

when i wake up again...
life around me sans any pain...

i wish if going to sleep,
could help me keep...
all the hatred and pain i see...
buried deeper than roots of a tree...

if each smile could...
from this rain give hood...
to those getting wet in this shower,
of suffering and thirst for power...

if dreams that i thought as a child,
would someday not sound wild...
be instead the world i could call real...
with everything around me clear...

till then i shall keep trying,
closing my eyes, hoping...

when i wake up again...
life around me sans any pain...