Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Futile --> Frustrate --> Sublime ...

A silent ebony night
still no fear, no fright
Of course I'm not alone
There's someone known

They are the tiny drops from the sky
So pure: none can deny
They quitely listen to all that I say
then, touch the earth or vanish in a bay

I love to walk in the rain
cause no one can feel my pain
No one can see me cry
cause tears blend with them and finally die

I have zillions of such companions
but still alone in the battalion
Fighting against fear and lonliness,
And fatigue of the ruthless passiveness

Will any one even come to ask ?
To remove this fake cheerful mask
Or these descended fays are the only one
to support me in this lonely run

Still my life leaves a question
will anyone come to heal this repurcussion ?
or I'll become like the drops from the sky
and mix with the earth and finally die

Lonely, Lonely, Lonely forever . . .

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Missing Blues ...

Spoken words alone cannot express
The love I have for you
The written art of love is what convinces
Me, that you are the one for me

As I gaze into your eyes
With every moment of your listless ways
The grasping of your hand
The warmth of your heart
You make me feel like no other

Once I believed ... Love was only a fable
Configured in mind, planted by others
Then there came you
Like a flower in bloom ... WOW ... What a dream come true !!!

There are times ... you make me happy
There are also times ... you turn me blue
But what is even worse is ... When ...
I don't get to see you ...

AweSome + TwoSome --> WholeSome ...

A Special World for you and me
A Special Bond one cannot see
It wraps us, up in its cocoon
And holds us warmly in its womb :)

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last :)

And though at time a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a Special World, where we belong :)

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The Being of Being is Being

The being of being is Being
The being of nothing is none
And if you find this so much nonsense
At least it will do you no harm

Now nothing is nothing, for certain
And something is something, for sure
Since something cannot come from nothing
It must be eternally there

And though it is hard to imagine
Since time is our air and our sea
No thing will ever be nothing
Though we will not always be we ...

Bosses Are but Rarely Kind as You

Bosses are but rarely kind as you
On them the burden lies for what we do
Separating them from those below
Still, there are a few like you who know
Each person has a love for those who lead
Sustained by just observance of the need

-- Dedicated to my boss, Abhay Samant