In a dusting spree
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This is dedicated to the MICA days
Right now I am in a dusting spree
The room that never belonged to me
Friends who did not know my name
Somethings that I never found
And someone whom I wished around
Right now I am in a dusting spree
The luggage that brought me here
The trousers and the new wrist gear
That trousers that don’t fit me now
I am clearing the dust somehow
Common Man
I write for a common man, as I am one of them
In the glamor of being unique Now I am left with no competition
Where the sorrow is special like the smile,
The feelings are different and loves undefined.
But I write for a common man and I write of common things
The hidden is hidden to me, The unsaid never stings.
As I write for a common main, so write the words they use
I feel the pain they feel , And I write the love that shows
I live a common life, Hence a pair of rubber slippers will do
I walk the common road, I walk along with plenty of people around
Crowd is a part of me, And I am the part of the crowd
I am a common man and I have burnish skin
My common friends are red, white and blue
And share a common table
I drink the common water, In the common glass for wine
I am a common man and I write of common things
There is something different in me
I am in reality, reality of my self
I can say that because I do not hear my mind
It had been long when my heart stopped speaking to me
And it regrets now, when it looks behind.
When I lie on my bed
Flashes come, where the dimension is only time
There is a variable, you,
And nothing defined
I am referred mature now by people around
I have passed the level, called emotions
My actions have a pattern
There is no shelter of justifications
Just Another Love
It is different here
You shall never know
My eyes dont speak for me
Not an emotion I expect to flow
The empty benches are strips of wood
The wood that is dead and dry
The leaves that lie are lost over them,
Actually have nothing to cry
The light below the streetlamps
I know from where they come
They were not the moonlight as we thought
Nor they were the warmth of sun
The dusty road had a creeking sound
Did you ever notice it play
Or may be it’s in my head u see
Or I have just nothing to say
But I do have so much
And words would not help me out
Or may be it is the vaccum or silence of my head
Or just a bitter doubt
Tell me, if you wish – What did I mean to you
Was I the breeze or the serene touch
Or was I the playful dove
Was I just a painless thought
Or just another love.
Loving you…unsatisfied
Why can’t I stop loving you.
The smile that I see,
Is just meant to be seen.
I tell you they don’t matter to me
And you laugh out loud.
You have nothing to prove and so do I
But what is this thought that hits me before I sleep.
No, I don’t dream of you -
I have no emotions -
It is easy to feel alone
It is so simple to be busy -
What haunts me is the missing link
To my Lady… With Love
You told me once-
Friends and foe, you shall find
Like smiles and grief on the way-
Do not drown, in that solitude of yours,
As life will not end today.
Your words give me hope and build my faith
Your words I breathe and live.
Your words pull me up; your words calm me down
Your words are deep within.
I taught our son the prayer you said
Never to ask shield from pain.
But ask instead the courage to fight
No matter you lose or gain.
Good Night
When at last the sun waves the ember light that kisses the sky and the earth
Serene winds that blow to renovate our enervated soul to the zenith
One or two stars that compete with the rays and twinkle with the jewel spark
The red tint now goes on the cloud chariot which welcomes the night to take over
The birds chirp their way home
Silent is the world admiring its beauty
At last comes the awaited moon with his silver gown.
Snuggle yourself well
Hold your pillow tight and think of your loved ones
Diary
My identity and myself
Alone in the mid night, stay awake-
When everybody sleeps,
Deep…Very deep…
Unconcerned of this world
Silent but bold on the pages of diary,
My pen creeps, sob and smile,
Just in the mid-night
Myself and my identity, so deep…
A break from duty and life
For just a little while
Lonely in the streets-
Pages as roads drenched with ink
And dates as milestone pass by-
Walking…Silent and calm,
Along…Alone but firm.
Let me walk in the mid night
Let me sob and smile
Let me be all alone, yet complete
With my identity and name
With my unidentified fame
There comes a moment…
Comes a moment light it seems.
Light as a feather touch it seems.
Touch of a simple kind it seems.
Kind of a baby rhyme it seems.
Jewels that sparkle
Dew drops it seems.
Incense that rome
Serene air it seems.
Serene and fringed
Palanquin it seems.
My love goes in there
She is no more my it seems.
Sweetheart…Its morning
When the night falls behind
And moon goes to sleep
My dear sweetheart in her dreams too deep,
Serene and calm as a face could be-
Morning halts for her to rise
Rays through the window sitting just beside
Says-”Get up dear we wish to see
Let our day be the best as it could be”.
Then she wakes up with her charming bright face
The Rays touches her face and go
The birds sings the good-morning notes
Then she smiles, and let it flow
Now the morning opens up his door.
