The Walk

The walk along the road side
when it was dawn and all were quiet
when people jogged and all looked right
was start of the day with full delight                                

The walk along the road side
when it was morning and all bright
when people were ready to face all plight
was the day after the night


The walk along the road side
when it was afternoon and all out of sight
when people busy with the black and white
was mid of day with no time for diet


The walk along the road side
when it was evening and all trite
when people return pavilion to alight
was the evening after the work very tight


The walk along the road side
when it was cool and atmosphere very light
All calmed and ready for the dream ride                                
Was the night soothing and favorite                          

wish

After the day you said to depart
My tears did not obey and rolled down my cheeks,
The ones which you said never should get wet.
Hence I wished you would come to change the decision.                   
      



I sat on the couch staring at the door
Startled at each noise and at each foot step,
where you used to hold my hands and talk for long hours.
I wished you would come to have a look how I am.



Looking at the mirror I again wish to see you
as I do while getting ready for a walk with you,

and you used to smile at my postures and gestures.
I wished you would come to fill my heart with the same excitement.


Every breath I take and every moment I spend
I owe it to you and your love for me,
which is as pure as the holiest shrine so
I believe you will come to fill my life's emptiness.                            

Footprints

   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the waves and the sand
    like the memories of the small steps I used to take
    Holding my Mother's hand.
   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the crabs crawling on them
    As if some of my friends have stolen my Favourite Pencil intentionally
    And I still long for them.
   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the sea weeds covering
    I feel the old college days as green as it used to be

    With all the fun and exam suffering.
   
   
    Walking on the sea shore I lost the foot prints
    With the dry sand blown by wind                                                         
    And I may not require them anymore but
    I realise those were like milestones I can ever find.

Happens with me

The deep breath sometimes I lack, I lack the respiration
Find myself in the torrent still asphyxic
I try to breath, respire try to live but ohhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! how helpless I am unable to

This happens often when I find myself struggling to believe things which happens beyond my imagination

I try to view the ray, the light, little brightness
But cannot manage as darkness spreads all over my eyes making me blind for that time

When I see something which I can never Dare to see. 


My ears burst with loud sound and finally I become deaf
I feel as if the whole world is shouting and enjoying but for me everything is blank
I feel the whole world is dumb for me

when I hear things which one can rarely believe on.


I also become speechless at times when I do not get anything to tell
when I think I should not speak nonsense
When I think I am imagining  wiered
As I am doing right now. So I think to stop and stop and finally stopped.

Morning Dew

Every morning(specially chilly winters) we wake up with our eyes closed, stretch ourself and get thyself mentally prepared to get down of the bed. Sometimes i feel as if it's a struggle that the army does with the rival army to win the battle I do it exactly the same way with my blanket and the warmth inside. Anyhow I win it always once I step near to my window and look at the sun and the dazzling dew drops over the grass. I feel refreshened by the cool breeze and the bright sun then prepare myself with my schedule for the busy day.

We always have tensions and worries by the time we go to bed at night but whatever may be the case "The Morning" always fills with a new enthusiasm and a new zeal to approach. That is why I like the mornings with dew drops which fills me with the power to do new.

I stand alone

My dreams have never come true.
Still I dream to get them true and to give the dreams a chance to stand by me.
Still I dream for keeping my faith on the dreams.
Still I dream to wake up with a sweet thought of dreaming again.

My Love did not stay long.
Still I love to be loved.
Still I love to make people realize it's a selfless affair.
Still I love to spread the aroma of loving heart .

I am never admired.
Still I stand beyond the limits to say myself resplendent.
Still I try looking beyond the horizon to steal some colors of nature
Still I peep into the dark to search the coal.

I still stand for myself dreaming,loving,admiring and leading the life of  a woman.
Proving me and others that life chooses it's destination no matter what the path is.

Begin

I do the miss the days when I used to sit with my thoughts for hours and then come out with some miracles on the paper.

It has been long since I left thinking. But today I think I should give another thought to think again and start drawing the picture with words and sentences.

I begin again all alone,

Thinking to create something new something interesting.

I begin again all alone,

Thinking to conjure the heart and minds again.

I begin again all alone

Thinking that i have to make a new destination with a new path.

I have pulled myself and put myself together again,

Just to begin again all alone.