Intro: A continuation to the previous 'She' poem. : The choices and the destiny of one woman and two men who love, protect, adore and worship her for being an innocent paradox... For the devil will give her heaven And the angel will give her hell And She must choose between the two And look for no other help For the life they thus lead will become a tale And they are the keys to each other Which only the girl can tellFor...
Those black eyes of yours, Make my heart go aflutter. And when you murmur in my ears, Million dreams like stars you scatter. My universe goes astray, When you wrap your arms around me, And to your favorite songs we sway, On my terrace by the sea. The sunsets we see, Are just ours to remember. And the moon and stars in the night sky A witness to our love that is forever and ever.
I don't mind being your punching bag as long as you don't expect the same from me, for I can't take expectations as I am filled with the 'sands of time'.You punch me and the sand in me takes the shape of your fist. There are no scars and no reminders from the past.When you are tired let your body rest a while and open your soul to me, for it is then that I will tell you the story of how the sand was part of a mountain onc...
And so it happened one day, that my heart led me astray. I fell into the pools of darkness, and discovered how I missed the light of the day.And there from the darkness I looked above, to see the 'ONE' lost in thought,for he was wondering what to do,with foolish me wandering about.And it was then that he stooped low, to my surprise, saluted me and gave me a bow.Said he never saw something like me, that made him sway betwe...
My mind fumbles with the want to see more, know more, travel beyond boundaries and live endlessly… but it is not to be so…for all will end one day and only the ‘living it’ survive, and not life itself.So how am I to enjoy these moments knowing this and the constant time lapse playing like a favourite song in the background and pushing me towards that final hour.Every time I think of it, I feel there is so little time left...
In the frugality of my soul, the self exerts and manifests. Spawning a million 'me', in the quietness it harvests. Still I long for that to which I want to surrender, and wait under 'his' sky and wonder How long do I wait and help paper boats sail by and watch from the edge the distance and the 'purple' sky The sun sets yet another day again turning everything an orange aglow and the ripples in the water help my paper boa...
There was once a king and a mighty king was he, For he ruled with his might, and never thought ‘what it might’, do to all around you could see.He won wars and waited for revenge, and settled all scores that needed to be settled,but one day while he was alone,he started to think…and think did he,for what he ‘has done’ and what he ‘could be’.That day he was filled with remorse,and morsels didn’t take he,for he was a king an...
It’s affection is want based. The more you want it the more it likes it. There is a streak of madness and sadistic pleasure when it makes itself accessible. The game plan is extremely simple and easy to decipher once you concentrate on its past and the reasons when this all began. It was tormented in the beginning, between being black or white. And then one fine day after many injuries to its great expectations, it decide...
Dear God,It’s been a while since I went out. My children are all happily married and remarried now and well settled. My elder born is in The States doing his research work in molecular biology…or did he say molecular sciences? That is where he met his wife also doing her research on the same subject. Simple boy he was, nose deep in his books, always knew he had to make something worthwhile of his life. We are not rich peo...
When people go back home there always are reasons, either they are successful and have a point to prove, or they have unsettled scores, or maybe there is nowhere to go...but the reason why I am going home today is entirely different. The reason is my dad. The man who is a modern day HE MAN to me. My mom passed away when I was seven and apart from a grieving husband she left behind a very vulnerable father of a seven year...
Beautiful like the morning mist,She was born in sand dunes amidst.The sand woman with sand carved features,One that would lead astray any mortal creature.She would guide lost travelers in the desert,And bring them back on tracks reverse.And as time passed by,The sand particles from her face would fly.The once carved features were to be rounded and how,Yet the smiles and wrinkles on her face remained proud.One day a little...
Unlike any others there were two, Soft coats, brown eyes, slender waists and Claws so sharp that blood they always drew. Those in the jungle knew their tale, And so none crossed their path, 'cause the two were never known to fail. But as time would have it, It was knitting a bigger tale, And none were aware of it, Until the tale itself was to reveal, On a grander scale. Finally the time arrived and revealed, And it was on...
INTRO : One of the 'She' poems...Nature is the ultimate personification of all that is a ‘woman’...and all that is the process …in making 'a woman' …tolerance, suffering , rebirth, wisdom and the innocence to deal the pain, past and people in it as a grain of sand that once was a pebble.For she is no longer herself, but a seed within a shell,and when the rains come and wash away the pain, and the shell softens and the see...
