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Black and white dreams

2005-06-27T05:14:00.000-07:00

A step treaded in silence, visions all blurred,

Along the way rests memories discolored.

Alone a stranger am I, on this familiar road

Of the time that has passed, and those untold.

A cold dark thoroughfare, called Reminiscence Street;

Like a moth to a flame in the search of heat.

But this flame so different, that it freezes my heart;

This black and white road to where it all did start.

Darkness and light, seed of the same fruit forbidden or not,

For neither has the color that life has got.

So clear it is now, and so vague it was then,

How was I so stupid and so insane?

Someone had once said it, someone whom I had known,

Who once made a place in my heart, and never got overthrown.

“Decide what’s good and what’s bad, that’s all that is there”.

Never listened to it then, for I wanted to know life was where.

Looking back now I realize what I hadn’t then,

The moments that gave me all the joy and all the pain.

The things that felt right and the things that went wrong;

The happy lyrics and the tunes so sad of my life’s own song;

Like flowers offered to the dead, white turned black.

Now clear to me are my shortcomings and what I did lack.

So distinct in presence, no shades, just the truth,

Like an open-mouthed boy, no shame, uncouth.

So stark is this dream, all in black and white!

Lord, you show me this so that something learn I might.

I see all those moments when those excuses I did make

All the justification I thought of and the decisions I did take.

Opened up, to the whole world or may be to just one, my heart

And played around with it and in the process got all hurt.

If I could but only live all those moments all over again

Promise I o’ Lord, that I would follow the same old chain;

Of mistakes made, tears droped and smiles shared then,

For I need no treasure in my life, no profit, no gain.

Load the balance with all the grief and pain that you can get

Still tip the scale otherwise shall the memories that in my heart have set.

Lose I shall not them for any treasure that you can ever show

For dead was I once, but under these ‘mistakes’ my heart did grow.

Somebody once stepped in my heart, believe me it was no black and white dream.

It is what I have lived all these years for; it’s my life’s most colorful theme.

Life's obituary

2005-06-27T05:13:00.000-07:00

The moment in silent shroud, when naught the darkness breaks;
The firmament torn in thunder lights and the earth in trepidation shakes;
The place where lies footsteps none, of any human live or dead,
Six feet under there for centuries had rotted the Prodigal, in his mortal bed.

But the time has come when the constellations have all met
To witness, the never before seen, Heavens quiver and Hell veil in fret;
The ground sways and the earth’s face shatters in fissures all wide
And the soil breaks as the carcass scrapes out; The Prodigy rises for his last ride.

The prophesy exacted, as rises the king, whose story has never been told;
For no one has ever seen his wrath and yet afterwards lived long enough to grow old.
The iron fist that never did let go of whatever it ever grasped
And every mortal soul that came in his way barely to their grave has rasped.

The silence dies with the brutal roar of the beasts, as he takes his first mortal step.
The hunger shows on the face of the being who for centuries have slept.
But now he rises to, in his way, correct all that is wrong
To fill the air with choruses of the good old Death’s Song.

The gleam in his eyes as he roams the land and his prey he does scout;
Beware! The beast is on the hunt with the unsullied claws and fangs all out.
Feeds he, himself on the fear that all other weak mortals show;
In your nightmares he does live and in your fear he does grow.

Done what is good always he has in the way a Prodigal knows best;
Freed the world of its untamed sinners and never ever cared for the rest.
Redemption is not what he craves for because he knows he has lost his way;
Acquired pain and bestowed them in his life every single day.

Wronged he has none, this fallen angel, the immortal who ages back had died;
Risen by the tears of those poor unheard souls who for centuries now have cried.
Life there is none, but his heart still pounds as he breathes the blood bathed faith,
For he knows no justice has ever been delivered with the sword kept in the sheath.

For ages back the garden did burn and the planet by all sins got stained;
The darkness that’s with in us has since then this paradise maimed.
In the darkness thus grows the seed that shall one day take care of evils all
And cure the disease that all of us see and “Condition: Human” we call.

Shed he has blood own for the sinners’ sins and embraced all the mortal pains;
Now he rises from his grave again to take control of the reigns.
I see the look that is in your eyes, of fear, perplexed
That’s because you know it in your heart, it is you who is next.

Hallucinations

2005-06-27T05:12:00.002-07:00

Is this a dream that I see?

Visions of things that are not there?

But to me so very real it seems;

All I know is that I am lost somewhere.

Where does one draw the line

Of things that are and that are not?

I understand them not, but know one thing

Visions are but images of the things we sought.

A poem is but a set of words

Given to express a vision seen;

A picture is but colors splashed

To an image of what a dream has been.

A design is but an image thought

That never before did exist;

Science is but a struggle of

Ideas with whom we persist.

Religion is but beliefs and faiths;

Love is but a feeling sought;

Human spirit an image drawn;

But are they all dreams or are they not?

To dream is a right that we all enjoy;

It’s the quality that gets us to uniqueness close.

Like a fairy tale its story runs,

Know not ever where it finally goes.

You tell me that you are not

What to my eyes you so seem.

Care I not for such obtuse truth;

Know just that you are a part of my day-night dream.

Binary life

2005-06-27T05:12:00.001-07:00

To live in a world how simple will it be,

Where all queries are answered in yes or no!

Where remains questions none unanswered

And men answers to them all do know.

Life will be but a chain of choices

To agree to something, or not;

A world where confusion bears no meaning

And there is no place for human thought.

Right and wrong like an outfit shall stand;

Guilty or innocent a moment taken to decide;

Happiness and grief just states for mind to be in

And everything shall some rules abide.

Science shall be just a search for truth;

Passion, just a fault of the mind;

Love, a test based on compatibility rules

And relations just a social bind.

The day will be there, and so will night,

But no dawn or dusk will ever be.

Possibility shall probability replace

And no more miracles we shall see.

Prescriptions by certificate of life or death,

And success shall joy replace.

Faith by knowledge, and trust by guarantee

And shyness by utter disgrace.

No more thanks, no more byes,

Only acknowledge shall receive;

No compliments, no flattery,

No sycophancy to deceive.

Rumors none, only news,

No forwards, only business mails;

Innocence then stupidity named;

No more bed-time stories or fairy tales.

A world of choices… yes or no.

Such a simple world it will be!

I will love to live in that world

If one answer someone can give me…

“What it means to be alive?”

Does answer to this anyone knows?

We may hate imperfections all,

But in imperfections only our heart do grows.

It hurts

2005-06-27T05:12:00.000-07:00

Cascading Pearls rolling down her cheek

And the sweetest smile hiding behind grief.

Eyes so watery that it melts the toughest heart

And the freshness of her face stolen by some thief.

Echoing laughter and the sweetest smile was what

Had adorned that heavenly face yester night.

What monster did then break her heart

And left behind this piercing sight?

Sweet she still does look even now but

Just the way I don’t want to see her be.

Enthralling all hearts her smile did do

Riveting is now her tears also to see.

Breaks my heart, in pieces small

That to count I find them not.

Smile is the perfect jewel for her face,

Tear stained cheeks and a quivering voice is not.

Be gone, be thee rude sadness

That touches so cruelly do her soul;

Touch me if you find no one else

But in her life don’t play a role.

Done she has not any mischief or harm

To the happiness of any one or all;

Guilty is she of no crime but

Inside someone’s heart she might have crawled.

The sweetest being of all she is and

Simple thoughts only her attire.

Let the sweet have the sweetness;

Please make her not life’s satire.

Wish I could take it away all so far

To the horizon’s world, far from her reach.

Embrace I shall, pains and grieves all, with a smile

If you just let her have the quiet walk by the beach.

I beg to you, oh Lord, shall not beg again,

Give me the strength at least to try

To place a smile on that tear-stained face,

For it hurts, it hurts so much… to see her cry.

Friends... Forever

2005-06-27T05:11:00.000-07:00

The day of my life I remember not

When for the very first time we did meet.

Remember well that I asked not your name

Nor next to you did I sit.

Knew you not for a very long time,

Or rather knew you as an unfamiliar face.

You were busy, and so was I

With our own life’s stupid race.

Know not again when it was

When we first shared a word or a smile.

So stupid I was not to notice you then

But you became a friend all that while.

And then with time so much changed

And lost, as I was, I missed it again.

Slowly you became such a close friend.

I am so foolish that I just don’t know when.

Friendship grew and I noticed you.

Don’t know why so much time it took.

Look back now and think that friends we should have been

Since the first time we did trade a look

I was a fool not to see you then.

Thankful I am now to have you by my side.

Life never before such promises shown

That your presence did unhide.

Lucky I am, luckiest of all

To have you as my own dear friend.

Never will I ask for anything else,

Just promise that this friendship will never end.

Perfection

2005-06-27T05:10:00.000-07:00

Have you ever seen a baby in sleep?

Or heard nature’s song on a moonlit night?

Ever stood alone on the edge of a rocky cliff

And seen the world bathing in sun’s fading light?

Ever felt that perfect sadness

When you know you won’t see someone again?

Or seen the perfect smile that hurts you inside,

But yet takes away all your pain?

Ever got that perfect Christmas gift?

Or gone through a perfect day?

Ever felt like you were a child again

And got wet in the rain or played around with clay?

Ever told your self the perfect joke

And laughed in public all aloud?

Or succumbed to the temptation to go back to sleep,

On a day when the sun too sleeps behind the cloud?

Ever shed those perfect tears

For The Someone you care the most?

Or planned a vacation to the snowy hills?

Or may be just an evening walk along the coast?

Ever loved that perfect someone

Knowing full well that you won’t be loved instead?

Ever got that perfect compliment from someone

That made you all warm inside and your cheeks all apple red?

Ever seen a mother hold her child

With a gleaming smile on her face?

Ever got that perfect kiss?

Or perfectly been held in a warm embrace?

Ever imagined the smile the Lord would have had

After this beautiful world he did create?

You may have seen beauties all

But not seen perfection yet.

From one end of the world to the other I searched.

From the first fall of snow in winter to autumn’s first drop of dew,

Seen them all, and searched everywhere but perfection I could not find

But I finally did… when I met you.

Words from the heart

2005-06-27T05:09:00.000-07:00

There was a time when I had known

None better than the riches the world had shown,

But in my life then you softly stepped

And in that moment my heart you newly shaped.

Waken from a dream or thrown into one?

I realize how much I was a lonely one.

All my life I was chasing such hopes and dreams

That now to me so foolishly futile seems.

Lost in ambitions, emotions and mortal strife,

You have become the beacon of my futile life.

So I want to say to you what I have never told,

But no longer within my heart can it I hold.

You are the one, the only one whose

Every memory on my thoughts' ocean cruise.

You have set my heart on galloping beat,

Racing through my brain like the finest steed.

Contented was I once on this earth with my part.

Now all I have is an untamed heart

And youthful hormones raging in my veins

Lost in a dream with you on the grassy plains.

You are the one as you have always been

The closest to my heart, the sweetest thing.

When I am awake, and the face in my dream.

Presence as fresh as nature’s sweetest stream.

If love is a crime, then there is no one guiltier than me.

Will challenge the horizon so that with you can I always be.

All those moments that together we had spent

You taught me what friendship really meant.

Always by your side is where I belong,

Bringing down all that is between us boundaries strong.

There are no words that can mouth your charm

Like the first spring morning bright and warm.

Presence so fresh and colors so bright,

Wish you be the prisoner of my sight.

Yet am a prisoner of your innocent gait.

To be with you ten lives will I wait.

From dawn to dusk and again from dusk to dawn

I crave for you all day and all night long.

So perfect a creation of the creator's own hand.

Your beauty sweeps me off to the Promised Land.

Your eyes so deep carry me on to some unknown dream.

You are my princess, my life's only theme.

Your luscious lips - so sweet, so beautiful that it almost hurt

To see them colored in the colors of my bleeding heart.

The silken strands that over your shoulder flow

Is like a web forcing time to go so slow.

Defining grace at your slightest whim,

Unstoppable flow of nature's sweetest stream.

The peevish sun sets when it sees your glow.

The moment stopped and time goes slow.

Yet time like the naughtiest knave

So inappropriately it does behave,

And like the wind it runs so fast

That your company for only moments last.

Starved for your love and hungry for your touch,

Wish for nothing more than just to watch

Every moment of just you till I am dead.

To let you know what I wish I already have said,

You are the summer and the spring,

The winter, the autumn and all nice things.

You have shown me the paradise I have never seen.

Made me wish I was the man I have never been.

For you I will fetch the forbidden fruit.

You may doubt my love, but for me it is the only truth.

To be gone from this world, with you on an unknown beach

Or to be living in a shack beyond any human's reach.

To be lost in the woods with you, only you, on my side

Is to find true love and emotions that can no longer subside.

From the farthest reach in space to hell's darkest pit

It is your side that I will never quit.

Drowned in love, my feelings I can no longer mask,

The tiniest space in you heart is all I ask

And my love and heart I offer in return,

The heart that is already yours, and in your love burns.

If death would strike me after we have innocently kissed

Die a happy death will I, for there's no greater pleasure that I have missed.

All those moments when you are gone and then you are around

Shows me the meaning of paradise lost and paradise found.

The fireworks that you ignite, the colors that you add

And the emotions that I can’t word mark the moments that we had.

Love is not a destination but a journey on life's long road,

One journey that without you to take I can not afford.

I have found my life's meaning; no longer do I need to roam.

See the love in my eyes, hold my hand and let's go home.

Miss you...

2005-06-27T05:08:00.000-07:00

Silence slumbers in its futile sleep,
And the rest of the world sleeps with it, too;
But I can’t close my eyes, my Angel,
Because I lie so far away from you.

I close my eyes and there you are,
But when I open my eyes, you elude them;
Come to me, my image sweet, why do you,
With my eyes, play such a cruel game?

When I am well you run away, always;
Come now at least to my side.
Promise, I shall be a nice boy,
And to all your rules shall abide

Touch you not, bug you never,
Just witness your divine smiles of joy;
You be the princess in the palanquin,
I’ll be the admiring roadside beggar boy.

Your voice is all that I get to hear nowadays,
The reasons of which I very well know;
But a hundred reasons shall always be there
To stop us both from together old to grow.

Smile one time, then again, and then one more time;
Laugh out loud; and forever shine like a brilliant star;
Because you are the only dream that my eyes can see,
Wherever I may be, and wherever you are.

Paintbrush

2005-06-27T05:07:00.000-07:00

The smoothest stroke of the brush of time;
The first one, on the empty canvas that life I call;
Like a note breaking silence long
That all hearing hearts do enthrall.

Like the speeding steed by the name of time
Caught in the moment to stand and pause;
Like a flying arrow piercing hearts
So for its hiatus it can give a probable cause.

The second stroke, like a disciple good,
The first one it does follow.
Like the second note of a commencing song
Destined to fill all hearts, hollow.

Like the second line of a poem sweet
That, with the first, rhymes so good.
Like two birds on the branch of a tree
Or in a crib laying two new-born brood.

Following these is more of the same;
Splattering colors on a face so blank;
Mottled multihued like a butterfly’s wings
As it spreads gently on the middle and the flank.

Like a sweet poem taking birth
Of lines that just seems to rhyme so well;
Like a heart rupturing in passion inside
And colors returning to a face, so pale.

And within moments few, another of
The lord’s divine creation takes its place;
Creation that of the creator so highly speaks
So simple but beautiful none the less.

A life I had, even before,
But it was like a page so white;
Like a sleep that has no dream
Or like the dark starless night.

Like a song that sounds not well,
And like a poem whose lines won’t rhyme,
Like an ocean whose waves won’t break
Or a thought completely stopped in time.

If life was a song, then you are the one
Who a harmonious tune to it did add;
The colors of my life is what you are
The sweetest friend I have ever had.

Shadow of time

2005-06-27T05:05:00.000-07:00

Ever been there when time had stopped
And the sun so heedlessly refused to set?
Or when spring did stay all year long
And the nights never winter met?

When the leaves of the trees refused to fall
And flowers declined to wither?
Where morning dew stayed all day long
And children never grew either?

When your shadow never an inch did grow
But your luster surely did;
When the never-stopping Time did halt
And never other’s a warning heed.

Like a little boy under a tree
In the shadow of time I did sit,
The day when time itself had stopped;
The day my life yours did meet.

Time so foolishly stopped that day,
The act for which it is so ashamed now.
Like a shy boy it sits next to me
And wonders such an act happened how.

“Ashamed be not of your acts
For many a heart stopped that day too.”
I know that for a fact,
For my heart had stopped also for you.

Guilty I am too and forgiveness I plead,
For a crime that I committed not.
Never did I think that you, I will meet.
Never such a thing even in my dreams I thought.

You are but an enchanting fairy being
Who understands not who you are.
You are the moon that spreads its charm;
I am just one of many, an envious star.

My fault it is not that you are so sweet;
Blame the one who did make you.
Blame me not for staring hard
At something so rare and seen so few.

Let memories be the cage I build
And to time a sweet lullaby sing;
That it may sleep while you stay
A prisoner of mine, the sweetest being.

Punished may I be for such a heinous act;
To the strictest penalty oblige, shall this boy
Trade it for the moments with you I spend;
Foolishly I make these confessions, coy.

Footprints... On the sand

2005-06-27T04:59:00.000-07:00

Who is she, who treads so soft?
Like ripples made by a petal dropped;
On a pool whose surface so calmly stands,
Every drop bound by silence strands;
That breaks, whenever so slightly touched,
So gently, as if ashamed of being watched.

Like the breeze that hums nature’s song,
And whispers in my ears all day long.
Like the moon that bashfully looks
At itself in the flowing silvery brooks.
Like the starry eyes staring from up so high
So keenly with such an envious sigh.

I see the ocean, who does beckon the land,
And its breaking waves like a stretching hand
To kiss the sand where you once had stepped,
And with your presence the world newly shaped.
But I see it fall short one more time, every time;
Like an innocent boy who just can't do a crime.

And there it stays, your footsteps on the sand,
Making the watery bed jealous of the land;
Where once you were there, and now are gone
But left behind is a beautiful picture drawn;
Of memories of times when you were here,
Just by my side and to my heart so near.

I see the waves break and my heart breaks too;
The waves retreat but I shall wait for you.
Like the stars and the sea, I am envious of the land,
Where once did fall footsteps so grand.
Now that you are gone, inside it so badly does hurt;
You’ve left footsteps in the sand; now leave them in my heart.