beyond the usual...

Time is ticking out,
moments with you very few.
I have thoughts in my mind
giving away a little part of me to you.

Expectations I am putting aside,
satisfaction is the truth indeed.
Listening,forgiving,undersatnding,
trying to strengthen my soul by good deeds.

Giving onself to another,
though a thousand restrictions to stop.
I can't be God
but I am trying to be honest and true.
All I can say,I am putting my soul before you.

so live your life...:)

I am not a shooting star that I will burn up,
I am not a page of your history that will suddenly turn up.
I am certainly not what you have lost
but I can tell , I am undoubtedly the thing you never got.

You did try to close down the chapters
write a new one,tore the pages which had all me.
You did try to turn your back,
move forward,err,ahead was a mirror.

You thought I was a flower,
just one or two  days,I would die my death.
or perhaps a crazy thought
next time you open your eyes,oops,i was still there.

Silence was a key,silence was a wrath
but my silence was for the aftermath.
Now a new beginning,a new start
evolved life,brighter sun and moon,the brightest stars.

Get yourself a life,I have mine
curse,lament,try hard or pray,but
I am not your beauty,I am not your charm
and I am not,certainly not going to fade away.

and she was again lost to the shadows...

She may again take it to the bed
rise next morning with her dreams of quest.
She may again wander in agony
looking for directions in the starless sky.

She may again take a next chance
wine,dine,dance to the trance.
She may again cease to exist
annihilate her passion,lose her grit.

She may again...
but that "may" never came again
and she was again lost to the shadows...
shadows of metempirical pain.

just a few steps...

Measuring life,not in terms of time

I spend,but the steps I have taken in moving towards the true meaning of life.

Lot of roads taken,paths changed;

beaten,unbeaten;rise n fall;

finding glory sometimes in process and sometimes biting the dust,

but being a fearless conqueror on the crisscross of knowing life.

New mates found,some lost,some withdrew,some finding their respective meanings in the smallest of pleasant-unpleasant things,compromising with the result of their incomplete quest.

I think of stopping at times,

reenergize n motivate myself,

but the lyf pushes me;tells me,I have gained enough experience to do this multitasking.

Life is unstoppable.The time I stop,

I will start looking for the end

waiting for the death to hug me

and out of impatience I will ruin my marathon.The show must go on.

I can learn and discover myself even with the last breath pending in seconds.

So living life to the fullest from the day I descended on the earth,

crawled for the first tym,got injured but rose up holding mom's hands n later on, in this life unfolding mine for help.

Life for me is not stopping;

but doing before I die.

Not rest and wait for the only truth of this mortal life , DEATH!!!

my dreams to me...

"when time was not bound
I was falling around like dried leaves of a tree.
you cried a thousand river
n decided not to let it be

I m your dream,phoenix
I rose from ashes to meet thee
you revised me and I was reborn with freshness of youth
this time to be the reality"

phoenix...

"air,it feels like is stoked
blowing through some mistful ghaut.
smoke is rising;did anybody see the fire?
why i feel like getting reduced to cinder?

you giggling,seeming like a ghoul
pinioned my flight,took away my soul;
i was unfettered,brazen out,
but you equivocated;tell me what u got?

you erred forgetting i m a phoenix
my cycle of rebirth is offish for u;
i have a sylph,c'mon swoop me
i will again be profused"

promises...

"for the promises I had made,

for the belief you had kept,
like a shadow I would be wandering around you;
like a very familiar placed thing
whenever you try to reach me in murk,
your hands would find me.

but when I try this out
though for hours,but my hopes dnt sprout
cz the door is shut at me.
I ring ur bell,I weep like hell
my intensity now growing weak
still trying out but chances r sleak.

behind the door,years have passed
decades r gone,several centuries are now history
like turning pages of my biography.
for you time is still frozen
n you awake with nebulous morning
quelling ardour emotion of a zealot,me.(do you remember?)"