Friday, March 12, 2010
I am what today is!!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Mirage or Life?
until you stopped coming to my sky
you were the sun
to make it rise
You were the wind
that shifted autumn leaves
And the deep blue ocean
but now you're like flotsam
floating debris, floating from me
Everything that i wanted
was always in you
I could never see myself
anyone else but with you
You were everything
that i dreamt and more
But now i see you're long gone.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Stupid Memories and what ifs....
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
On Children - Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Monday, February 22, 2010
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Monday, October 5, 2009
Silence in my Chest
What is this feeling... Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Sound of Silence.
This is a lovely song by Simon And Garfunkel from the album Sound of Silence. Thought would share it.Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
The Child of God!

because the lord loved him , he was the child of god.
He took his first step on this dusty patch of land
And was too young to tell diamond from the sand.
He was lord's gift for men, women and you
God's own blessing as he was one of few.
But like the tainted soul, you sleep with open eye.
touch,see and feel , reality you defy.
Sticks you gave him for supper, tears for his drink

Until the child grew cold , with himself he broke his link.
Now,He dresses in clothes of vanity and uses curses for his tongue
He measures emotions in pennies and breathes fire from his lung.
Oh , he does sound familiar , now you see him everyday..
Could you recognize the child of God if you met him on your way?
What if he looked right in your eyes , Would you even have a clue ?
No, don't look around, that child of God is You.
My Pen and I
My pen and IWhen i feel lonely when i feel no earth or sky
In papers we live hiding like shadows
Fighting the tears in corners or lines.
In some way we keep on;
In some way will turn it on,
To relive the heart and take off the stone.
We will stay in war, between the lines,
Till I raise the pain and write the tears again,
My pen and I.