I Know My Dreams Are Big

I know my dreams are big,
But I may live forever with even a true
bit of it.
What I dream is,
I dream of a warm hug,
that I want to run into,
when I see those open arms.
I dream of that cozy engulf
that'll never let my mind
wander around.
I dream of dancing on the music
that flows like a long and broad red ribbon,
been touched by a smooth blow of wind.
I dream of giving my hands into his firm hands,
who'll always walk with me
on the road of black and white keys,
hand in hand,
making memories from the clef notes.
I dream of that feather light love,
That flies high even with a little wind blow.
I know my dreams are big,
But I may live forever with even a true
bit of it.

I Heard His Voice

Tell me what you seek,
You think you don't have enough as per your need,
Ask me what you desire for,
And thou shall be bestowed and you may still ask for more.
It's your world that you are born in,
You need to walk towards and you'll find it within,
For what you looking for may have shape to it,
But the truth,
That you want to encounter,
Is the intangible joy and laughter inside you, hidden!
So, I say, think again and spend a little time,
Don't give away your life as nothing forever survives.
Ask yourself for what it really is,
Is it a matter or just a matter of fact it is.

Childhood Friend

Like Sun rays are destined to wake up with morning,
Like Moon is married to night,
Like sky is the playground for birds,
Like womb is a child's place of birth.

Likewise was our togetherness,
Likewise was our walking hand in hand to school,
Likewise was our playing in the streets,
Likewise was our cycling in the rain together.

Until I realized we crossed our teen,
Until I realized we now had bigger feet,
Until I realized reality is always bigger than dreams,
Until I saw you walking away, realizing,
You may now never be seen.



  

Desire

If you are a fire,
Then i would desire,
To be wrapped in the flames,
And play the fatal games,
It would be difficult to depart,
Our ashes won't have distinct marks.
God, himself, may not be able to separate,
For as it'll be a facet of our love remains,
And the ever conscious, immortal,
our enveloped souls,
Will time and again raise a colorful Phoenix from grey,
and our story will unfold.

Less Better or More

Words are permanent,
Meanings change,
Love and hate are opposites,
But both have curious rage.
The vocabulary of life,
Is no different than of dictionary,
The more you learn,
Much more distractions as
options appear.
It is why a growing child,
Sleeps with his hands up and open,
Because the less he knows,
Lesser fears he has,
And I as a grown up with close fists,
Develop my own scares.

Have I?

Have I done good enough,
To ask for good to happen to me
Have I offered him my prayers enough,
To ask for his blessings to shower on me,
I remember my Grandfather telling me once,
You need not ask him for your share,
He already destined you with what you need,
And no one can alter the Destiny.

Take Your Pick

It is easy to lie,
It is difficult to live the truth.
It is easy to be rude,
It is difficult to give love.
It is easy to loose,
It is difficult to gather.
It is easy to give in,
It is difficult to hold back.
It is easy to make friends,
It is difficult to be friends.
It is easy to die,
But I choose a difficult
yet beautiful life.

Child or an Adult

It does not end with passing days,

If only we feel it's gone.

It is the childhood we say we miss,

But it never leaves us and with us it always walks on.

My age says I am an adult,

But what does an adult do differently I ask,

Have my choices changed I wonder,

I taste same chocolates and feel Alas!

My face may have got wrinkles,

But I too once had small fingers,

Then why people expect my outer actions to be different,

When my inner heart always tingles.

My Son today tells me how to carry his son,

When holding my fingers as a kid he had all the fun.

To him i am an immature though to me he's still a child now playing my part,
But does he not remember, its with me he walked this far.

I hear from all that it is a circle of life,
A kid of ten and a man of seventy are alike.
I believe,
It's just the count of years that we have named as age,
But every mind gets stuck in a dilemma-tic child or an adult maze.

I Love You

I Love You,
Is what I always say,
But only if you could listen,
Listen to my heart,
And only if you could look,
Look deep in my eyes,
And only if,
You could see me sigh looking at you
and crave for an embrace.
But O my Love,
O my sweet to heart felt Love,
I know,
You would know,
One day you will feel my presence,
One day you will seek my presence,
That day,
The day you'll desire my skin on you,
You'll see me there,
You'll see me standing with my arms open,
And we'll be enfolded together, forever.


(An Old Fashioned Poem)

Lets Run

Have I reached or have I not even begun,
I thought I was under the shade but
My shadow tells me my head is under the Sun.
The road to success is too rough and long,
And I am not even half done.
There are so many people in need around me,
I think my walk will not suffice, instead I should run,
Alone I may not make much of a difference,
But with you all, I can beat this harsh Sun.

Just One

There is something you will always loose,
It'll be among two or many,
And you will have to choose.
If you want to see the sunset sitting on the porch,
You can't sleep the same time and hold the sun still
till your eyes are close.

Why Not A Runaway

With her head down and hands tied at the back,
She, on her knees, bleeding, is how she feels,
Her red gown looks faded, her eyes only recognizes the scatters
of her dreams.

Her mother once dressed her with hopes,
And father spread the flowers of love till her new home.
At nightfall she surrendered herself to him,
With the thought of acceptance and an eternal feel,
But it went dim by killing her
from within.

With every passing night her knees bent more,
Every day she waited for the next morning, for him to go.
She knows he doesn't need her but only
her frame,

She wonders what she should look forward to,
As evening brings him along and it’s him she doesn't want around,
The one, she thought, would love her,
Is the one, lost in something she cannot find!
She thinks, is it her face or her presence, some other ‘her’ or just him,
What is ‘it’ whose existence,
makes her existence small to him.

The bruise on her back and bites on her neck,
Is how her reflection appears to her eyes when she looks at herself!
And she marvels upon what made her won this hatred and not
that love,

She doesn't know why is she still with him and what is she waiting for,
And why hasn't she Run Away still as that is what she wants.