Mindful Heart

It is not the Sunlight that I don't like,
Its the Sun's Light on me that I am scared of;
It is not the fair skin that I don't like,
Its the exposure of deep scares on it that I am scared of.

It is not the loud laughter that I don't like,
Its the cry that may follow is what I am scared of;
People ask me why are you so feeble voiced,
But it is the outburst of the inner loud scream that I am scared of. 

Monotony of Happiness

Had life been fair,
Who would have understood the meaning of happiness,
I wonder if the existence of God would then be thought of,
And candle lights or lamps would be called for.

If everyday would have been a celebration,
Had people have known only laughter and smile,
I wounder if there would have been a death,
And if yes then would people have cried?

Everyone prays for good,
But I have seen bad happening to those who pray the most,
I wonder if endowed happiness would have been their monotony,
Would then they have not asked for bad?

My mother says, too much of anything is never good for anyone,
Hence the embrace of laughter and cries does the magic,
If only people with means could understand to ask for nothing,
And spread happiness for those who don't have hands or fortune to try.

Sleep Well

When sleep is not your friend,
Thoughts capture the sleeping hours.
Closed eyes shows you the possibilities,
And when open I worry about the morning alarm.
Morning brings the fresh start and then;
The next night I contemplate on the same thoughts,
And wait for the next morning to stand by,
For the possibilities to come true, and think of,
May this day's night hugs me good night,
So with the morning light I can wake out of this
vicious circle,
And face the true twenty four hour's life.

Nature and Love

A wall of books,
Rain drops on window panes,
Dark cold clouds outside,
And burning woods' warmth inside.
I tuck myself under the quilt,
Accompanied by,
A warm cup of coffee on my lips.

The garden trees dancing to a salsa song,
Rain drops jumping off the ground,
Dust washed off the flower, coloured red,
The smell of sand coming through the damp air,
With the music in my ear of the symphony,
played in the next room,
I grab on to my book that I half read.

An old classic novel, stating the love,
of a jewel crowned girl and a field farmer.
The immaterial innocence and firm hands hold,
The words of their caress,
Gave me a shiver and a feel of bliss.
Made me to feel the nature surround's more,
And as I read the love profound further more;
The thought of what is more beautiful
stricked my head along with a lightning in the sky.

And then I realized, how both are felt,
and not ingested by force.
Having no control over nature or love,
as, how and when they unfold.
Going against it is what destroys the earth and the soul,
Hence I left it to the almighty god to answer,
As he is who created both human and nature's roar.

It's Worth It

For what it's worth,
I am still here.

We are oceans apart,
We are sounds so far,
We are fire and cold moon,
And only my thoughts is what we are together in,
Else we are heaven and Earth far.

For what it's worth,
I am still here.
Catching on to the signs,
that says you'll be back soon,
Like the night behind the Star-y night,
Is like my wait for you,
With my life's other charms kept behind.

For what it's worth,
I am still here.
Calling out and counting on your promise,
that you'll be back,
And bind me in a finger size round gold,
Just as the love of rain held tight by the sky.

For what it's worth,
I'll be here,
Waiting for your knock on the door,
And for me to hold me in your eyes.