A forgotten name.. (18/10/00)

Show me the way, O Thee

Which I know is not meant for me.

What am I is strange to believe,

neither a past to cherish nor a future to live.

How naive are we people, knowing it all..

yet its You who's trusted by all.

Takes years for a tree to rise,

but a single storm to give it a fall..

Like an escapist have I become today,

is it exactly what You'd thought of one day..

There is a hollowness in my heart.

Stop it...

For anyone's sake, if at all its only a start..

Its again me who takes the blame,

only because to save Your ruthless name?

You in your secret ways have created a vacuum,

and left hundreds of reasons for me to assume..

Let it be like that, O God of bad times, 

are we just Your puppets of a sweet old rhyme?

When those black clouds hover around, 

I still look for a silver glint that surrounds..

Callous does Your name sound to me,

again its me made to suffer and distances to see..

In the arena of life, I'm made to sit on the stairs

and clap at other's victory and laugh at my own defame..

When my story comes to an end,

You will have one question to reason..

Will I be the one to have a smile at the end, or

Will You be the one to smile at my end?

Search (21/02/05)

The pen doesnt move, the dress of your thought comes into existance.

Your portrait is the masterpiece, for it has the brilliance of thousand stars..

                   You are a pawn of your own creativity.

                    The feeble wings are coming, ready to take the sky under itself..

The wind of passion will make you fall..

Not now..

Dont be, just for being.

The creation reaches out for you.

It wont let you break..

The wand in His hand, makes you stumble and stand.

The desire in you still burning like the sun..

Your Angel shall come to you.

His sparkle shall take you to Him.

The arithmatic now equals everything..

Dont give in.. You just need to  hold on..

Anonymous..

This beautiful piece of poetry is not from me... I found it somewhere and couldnt stop myself from adding into my collection... Dont even know the name of the poet/ poetess, but its simply one of the best...

In the dead of the night, as I woke up in cold sweat,

            your hand was what I groped for.

            your hug was for what I wept.

In the quiet of the morning, as I got up bleary- eyed,

            Your warmth was what I yearned for, 

            Your touch for what I cried.

In the chill of a rainy day, as the water splashed my pane,

To share a blanket, a book and tea with you, was all that I craved.

             You may be far away from me,

             You may not be mine,

             My heart bleeds for you my love,

             For you, my soul does pine.

No matter what the future holds,

No matter where we go,

My love for you is my life,

And will always be so..

My Self (28/02/05)

In the vast span of emptiness, is the deep hollow vessel of turbid emotions.

Beyond the long hours of silence, a feeble shriek of wisdom longs for salvation.

The truth in the name is miniscule, yet it desires the fame of the burning sky.

Innocence attained martyrdom, in the struggling years of tenderness.

The magma is there, that craves for a vent to flow the placid resentment out.

The mask that had always been, is eventually losing its gleam.

Behind is an image, dreary and desperate for one lost identity.

The hands weep in the loneliness of vacuum, in search of one touch of belongingness.

False does everything seem to me.

Mortal do I see in my Hero's statue.

Lost is the direction, in the sand of My time.

Yet again I stand, Yet again I fight.

Yet again I say, I'll wait..

Wait for the light that shines my sweat,

Wait for the time that smiles my way,

Wait for those hands that take me there....

One day at a time..

No idea what is today..

Where am I heading and what do I look for?

There are so many questions that the world wants to know..

There are so many questions that my self asks me..

Where do I go for the answers?

Whom do I look for the answers?

Where is the place like eternity?

When is the time like ecstacy?

I am burning out myself, I want to light for thy self..

I know where I end, I want to know where to start.

What is there in me, who is crying out for me?

What is that I need most?

How is that I am going to find?

Who is to take me there.. Who is to hold my hand.. Who is to wipe my tears.. Who is to walk with me..

No idea what is today.

No idea how will be everyday.

No idea where I am going.

No idea why I am mourning.

No idea who is to be mine.

No idea how do I take..

One day at a time..

i question you always

Why do you write which i cant forget?

Whom do u see in me when u pretend to see me?

How can you be so simple and so straight?

How can you speak everything and not feel anything?

How do you think of me that i feel that u called my name?

Why do you think that you are in me and i was ever in you?

When did you last think of me when u actually thought of me deep?

Why am i asking you all this when i know it all?

Why do you care when i know that you dont?

How do you still hope that we can meet?

Why do i hope that we'd be in love some day?

How do i think we are not in love today?

How do i know you didnt feel anything for me ever?

How do i know that whatever you say is not from your heart?

When will i know that you were never for me? 

Why do i wait for you when i know you wont come?

What do i wait for when i know its not there?

What have i got from you which i can remember?

What have i given you which you wont forget?

How do i convince me that theres no love?

How do i feel that theres no feeling?

How do i stop this which i didnt start?

How do i know that its actually not there?

How do i understand that it'll never be?

What do you write that i cant forget?

How do you write that i never forget?

How do you know that i'll never forget?

Please tell me because i want to forget...