The Vagabond...

Cracking within….Emotions forced
to react. Armored Heart barricades
the thoughts, Motion Laws forced to fail…
allowing the dictation of the acts.

Cupid’s arrows...the Eden’s apple…
Questioned Integrity…Blamed a Chauvenist…
Motions forced to react… But armored Heart Blocked.
Moving on determined… eyes on the last frontier.

Distractions thou plenty. but had to Ignore affection...
Escaped attention… Belonging no where.
Neglecting love… sowing weeds of hatred…
Loved to be hated… Moved on like a vagabond...

Inner peace inhaled… Self masked… in the land
Of charmers … here I am… in a royal poise…
Wiping away the pains and hurts… Buddha reborn…
In a brief halt…safe and saved in this disguised sainity.

Behind the armored heart, a thirst unquenched…
All Barricaded reactions is now a force within…
For that frontier to be gifted back for those souls...
Sacrificed. Laughed at...Lose... I may as I move on…

But Here... Remember, I am Just a Vagabond.

The Spring arrives...

Fluttering the wings and
Flying west with its gang
The white bird winks at me…
Morning sun smiles bright…
Once again… The spring has arrived…

The touch of green crayons…
amidst the browns after fall…
Butterflies around on the innocent buds…
Young and colorful Lady Earth…
As again….The spring has arrived…

A sober painter is all gay…
A nature’s poet is all set...
Farmer’s glee ready for the harvest...
Lost I stand in the promise around….
all again…. The spring has arrived…

The winking white bird knows…
The smiling Morning sun has seen…
The butter flies are back to remind…
The promises that remain…To restart..
Time again… The spring has arrived…

Underneath I too know….
The many promises I owe to spring…
Every time she arrives… I give a Promise…
The annuals of school to the annals of Love and life…
Promise again… The spring has arrived…

Burnt in the Flames of summer…
Washed down in autumn…
Losing track in the mists of winter…
Promises awake again today.. a new beginning
Hopes again…. The spring has arrived…

Resolute I move… afraid of …
the warnings… Promise again…
to keep up the promises that Remain…
Fear of the Engulfing warming…..
My Breaches may see the spring....
........................... never again…

Alone when it is dark..

The darkness engulfs and the dark within embraces….
the lonely heart which loved being lonely is today on the run....

Walking lonely when it was bright the pastures were green.
and the Heart loved the touch of dark shades as nature’s bless.
It needed a lonely soul to see the beauty of the darkness then.

Today….. The soul wanders lonely… blinded by darkness throughout….
Darkness is not so beautiful when nude…
It’s so rude and slowly poisons this lonely heart.
And this Heart is on the run wanting to be lonely no more.

There were angels wanting to walk beside when it was bright…
and warnings tht a lonely heart is a devils paradise…
But warnings ignored, it needed a lonely soul to see the beauty of the darkness then.
That day was bright… touched by the just shades of darkness. Read as nature’s bless.

As darkness engulfs and the dark within embraces….
The lonely heart which loved being lonely is today on the run….

Knocking the doors of all those angels wanting to walk beside
Its dark… may be those angels realize darkness is rude when nude…
Doors remain closed, calls unanswered…. And the voice within says…. Run…..

The lonely heart which loved being lonely is today on the run….
No more wanting to be lonely … Not wanting angels beside…
At the least a glitter of hope by a Lamp that kills the venom within.
not just butterflies but drive away the stomach demons vying for a total take aside.

The lonely heart which loved being lonely is today on the run….
Angel or a devil never mind but My God please show me light.

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.