Those Wandering Eyes

Those wandering eyes

That kept looking at the new sight,

New people around,

New city surrounds',

Those eyes caught a warm sight,

The one that looked brighter

among other lives,

The one who for no reason made the lashes

Fall down,

Looking at whom every time,

The day looked brighter.

But no,

It wasn’t,

It ain’t what you are thinking,

It wasn’t love,

It wasn’t lust,

There was no desire beyond getting,

that innocent sweet sight.

And then,

The years passed,

The sight faded,

The memories remained,

The gossips of old times remained,

The cities changed,

The surroundings changed,

And one day,
The same sight reappeared,

And the same old innocence,

with an added age reappeared,

And the unknown got to talking,

And then the knowns started walking,

And before their words the eyes conveyed,

And together the vows were laid.

She Reminds Me

We share a life
Though we are two different beings,
Its not the Valentine love,
that I am talking about,
But my offspring that I got
into being.
She reminds me of the love that
is forever fed in my skin,
She reminds me of the love
I have for my mother
deep within.

Moving Still

I sit by the beach and see a lone boat,
It seems to be moving with the current.
But after an hour I see it still there.
And I wonder, I wonder if that is how
every eye persevere.
The people who seem to be
moving ahead,
Are they too held by an invisible
anchor?
An anchor of orthodoxy,
An anchor of fears,
Or an anchor put by someone
that pulls back
every time when one tries to spur.
As I go deeper, deeper into this thought
I see the boat moving
by the stroke of the paddles.

And I get all my answers,

An answer that states that everyone need that one stroke,

A stroke that pushes you forward,

As that what the science of nature says,

Without any external force,

Nothing in this world can ever move.

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.