What seems on the surface is not always true,
The shadows beneath are Black, Grey and Blue
Darkness deceives the strength of your fear,
Light receives the appearance of it mere
What you believe as your truth is always someone's lie
At times you feel like a catcher in the rye
The sounds of the night betray the colors of the day
In the dark they often lurk for their prey
For I have few fears and tis’ the scariest one
I have strength which will hold it to none
As belief and love are two unknown selves
Deception and lies go deeper than you delve
Still you believe, still you care
And your diffidence leaves you bare
Oh, dear Lord show me the way
I am your child left in a fray
A battle of minds, a feud of hearts
A tiny little hope torn apart
For I do want to believe, I do want to love
From this fear I want to rise above
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Ghost
In those old glass stains, I used to imagine
A buddha, a tortoise and a little bit of magic
That ghost of the old mango tree where I used to live
The shadow of it still percolates through the window sill
Just above the stairs, in that hidden little corner
I had imagined a life, just like a dreamer
The world around used to be different
With smiles, love and everything vibrant
The colors have changed, so have the people
The love has changed, so has the seeker
This no longer is the home to me
My childhood ghost has been set free
Someday if I return with the ashes of thee
Maybe they'll see the real me
Till then let it burn, the fragments of hope
The swing, the tree and the hanging rope
A buddha, a tortoise and a little bit of magic
That ghost of the old mango tree where I used to live
The shadow of it still percolates through the window sill
Just above the stairs, in that hidden little corner
I had imagined a life, just like a dreamer
The world around used to be different
With smiles, love and everything vibrant
The colors have changed, so have the people
The love has changed, so has the seeker
This no longer is the home to me
My childhood ghost has been set free
Someday if I return with the ashes of thee
Maybe they'll see the real me
Till then let it burn, the fragments of hope
The swing, the tree and the hanging rope
Monday, September 16, 2013
No one Sees, No one Knows
No one sees
No one knows
Love in the morning, is my midnight foe
The color of the dreams that come
The ambers, the ashes and the dying sun
The stars are bleak and don't twinkle,
The sounds of the morning are like a paper crinkle
Of words, of thoughts are umpteen
I need a jar of paper and blue beans.
Oh how I wish my hand stays steady,
For the canvas my thoughts are mixed and ready
In the box of colors is the hidden me
No one knows
No one sees
The rhyme of the chime is the sound of my heart,
It beats in the rhythm, a tune apart
In many faces of what I have
This is the one nobody has
So, its true when I say
I live in shadows, in the wind I lay
No one knows
Love in the morning, is my midnight foe
The color of the dreams that come
The ambers, the ashes and the dying sun
The stars are bleak and don't twinkle,
The sounds of the morning are like a paper crinkle
Of words, of thoughts are umpteen
I need a jar of paper and blue beans.
Oh how I wish my hand stays steady,
For the canvas my thoughts are mixed and ready
In the box of colors is the hidden me
No one knows
No one sees
The rhyme of the chime is the sound of my heart,
It beats in the rhythm, a tune apart
In many faces of what I have
This is the one nobody has
So, its true when I say
I live in shadows, in the wind I lay
You!
From the prism of my eyes,
I see you in bits and pieces.
The tiny fragments of you,
Needle through me like an invisible thread.
I always think, No one knows you better than the way I do!
No one sees you in the dark
The way I do!
But then you change your form.
From light to matter,
From ice to heat!
I see you in the somber rain,
From beneath the window pane
Images dear to me come to my eyes,
Embraces me beyond all the lies.
Yes I am a dreamer,
That's what I have always been!
I know you are not real,
Nor you'll ever be
But then you are there, Somewhere
Or only here in my heart.
Someday, May be, one day
Maybe you'll be true!
I see you in bits and pieces.
The tiny fragments of you,
Needle through me like an invisible thread.
I always think, No one knows you better than the way I do!
No one sees you in the dark
The way I do!
But then you change your form.
From light to matter,
From ice to heat!
I see you in the somber rain,
From beneath the window pane
Images dear to me come to my eyes,
Embraces me beyond all the lies.
Yes I am a dreamer,
That's what I have always been!
I know you are not real,
Nor you'll ever be
But then you are there, Somewhere
Or only here in my heart.
Someday, May be, one day
Maybe you'll be true!
Randomness
And so back to my canvas as expected
Alone this time again as always
It’s the choices you make that determines which way life goes
They are never right or wrong
They are either left alone or followed
It’s the pain in you that makes you strong
And it’s your strength that breaks your own heart
Like the glass in your hand broken into small little shards
Life is not as colourless as at times we feel
For some black and grey are the epitomes of zeal
No one wants to be alone
But for some this loneliness is less tedious than the clutter of life
The books on your table talk to you
The colours of your drawing book listen to you
The cat in the neighbourhood is as lonely as one can
Still every day comes purring for the bread in my hand
If you see your life is what is within you
The sea of thoughts and the emotional blues
You know you are on your own for a long time to come or may be forever
Still you long for a caring hand and some words
Words with empty promises may be but words
And you cuddle and sleep with them with a hope
Hope for a better tomorrow
Tomorrow filled with love and may be not alone
Alone this time again as always
It’s the choices you make that determines which way life goes
They are never right or wrong
They are either left alone or followed
It’s the pain in you that makes you strong
And it’s your strength that breaks your own heart
Like the glass in your hand broken into small little shards
Life is not as colourless as at times we feel
For some black and grey are the epitomes of zeal
No one wants to be alone
But for some this loneliness is less tedious than the clutter of life
The books on your table talk to you
The colours of your drawing book listen to you
The cat in the neighbourhood is as lonely as one can
Still every day comes purring for the bread in my hand
If you see your life is what is within you
The sea of thoughts and the emotional blues
You know you are on your own for a long time to come or may be forever
Still you long for a caring hand and some words
Words with empty promises may be but words
And you cuddle and sleep with them with a hope
Hope for a better tomorrow
Tomorrow filled with love and may be not alone
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