THE PEARL

In this silence

When nobody listens

i cry aloud

When i think about

this wretched day

that just passed away.

As Tears roll

I sink deep

deep and deep

in the waters

to that deep inside Me.

and deep there

i pick the pearl.

the pearl for which

the sink was for.

With the new found pearl

i regather

to tear the waters

at the top gear

and get out of

the sea of tears

Iam back and now

i need someone to listen.

anybody listening?

Let the Reason be MY LOVE

There have been wars before and my words have blown away all warriors…
But never before in a battle ground … have I looked for saviors.

I have believed am destined to rule… and to conquer all hates…..
Why here my destiny fooled…. Oh! Is today a date with the fate.

I rely on my sword to save me on this date of being hated…
Will your word of love save you from the doors of death being greeted….

As your venomous tongue kiss my lips… the ones to have won wars for my world…
The Magic of my words have failed me… in this battle for you oh! my Bird.

I rely on my sword to save me and to die another day..
And…only the word of love will save you. Dear! Whats your say?

Don’t hate me for that word… which saw my sword behead the one you loved..
But love me for the reason…… and let the reason be love..that Love ..... My Love.

The North Star

Far below my eyes she stands,
Alone on the shore,awaiting...
far away from her but below there…
I see her man lost in his sail….

His hopes in the lashing blues...
His eyes on the guiding me...
His prayers not wanting,
to lose me in a black engulfing…

He knows at the shore she waits…
He rows faster to reach there before night…
the shore in sight... and below there,
in the two faces, the smiles lost hours before arrives….

Hugging each other...
He looks at me with thanks
She smiles at me with pride…
a long kiss of belonging again...

and jealous I stand...

Do they know my love shys away on my sight…?
To run away at dusk….
And return at the dawn only after I am gone…
Neglecting my love… For aeons…

My blues are still… unlike the one flowing below…
I stand amidst… and he hides in the shore…
At dusk lonely I arrive…At dawn lonely I await…
No one to guide… no one to pray… no one to row…

For the ones who love and their loved ones on shore
I am the Hope… and I too Hope…
Oh! My SUN engulf me in your love…
Don’t leave me with tears and fears…

I can’t live alone as a Sailor’s NORTH STAR…

The Weed and the seed

Watered by your Love

Nurtured in your care,

I was blooming all green…

Awaiting the day to belong…

Watching me daily…

Wanting to walk along…

Desperate eyes speaking beyond love…

I wished the wait is not so long…

Wretched birth and haywire living

Given a meaning….

Life had a purpose…

And I awaited the day to belong…

Wicked fate realized….

When you plucked me and threw aside..

Ohhhh ! Had I bothered to see beside…

The one next to me living civilized…

Watered and nurtured…..

Watching with Love…..

and wanting to belong….

was to this civilized seed…..

Watered all along ….

Mistook to be the blessed…

Chanced tht I was next to the seed…

Forgot I am the Cursed Weed.

Wiped away by the wind

After you Plucked and threw me away…

I see that you water your love again..

Awaiting the day to belong….

Weeping from within ….

I see another fellow birth…

Chanced that he is next to the seed…

Wish to caution him he is also a cursed weed.

I miss my Innocence

I smiled at the full moon who greets me withwarm smile...

as he has been in many summers...

I smile back at him as always as in the past...

The past… that’s when I remembered…

Something I lost …and to regain…something I miss…

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The garden below is in full glow….My eyes move

past Walkers... Chatters…Loners and Lovers…

Past the watching eyes of moms and dads…

Further deep….. Into the playing kids….

With whom once I too played… and so did she…

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The full moon stood bright guarding and watching us play..

I was she and she was me…walking around hand in hand…

I cried in her tears…Her wounds had my pain…

I could kiss, I could hug, and when tired she was my bed…

The moon and all around smiled at our innocence…

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From short hide and seek hours the hide has now been

for years… My eyes seek her through the vastness

of the garden today…The Moon leads my eyes to two buds

worn out and walking back hand in hand…and in the

watching eyes of a mother I see her… smiling at the two innocents.

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I take a few steps down into the garden…wanting to go near...

wanting to hug and wanting to walk with her hand in hand...

As I get near her puzzled eyes I read a Stranger…I look

at the moon who isn’t smiling but shying away behind the clouds.

I realize…. I have lost her. and to regain… I miss my innocence.