Brother

Show no mercy

All they tell

Kill your Enemy

All they yell

In a distinct march

To an unknown faith

Though its unclear

Whom do you hate

life still long

And  they don’t cry

So little time gone

Its so hard to Die

End of this alley

Howls deadly despair

Oh my poor Firefly

Why travel towards Fire   

Comfort of hugs

Or the Lovers kiss

Forgotten and Lost

Good homely Bliss  

Home sweet Home

And Mom’s Cookies

Want to see much

Where she awaits

Home sweet Home

Papa still sings

Want to be much

With him in the fields

Gone are the sweet Breeze

Gone bright Sunlight
Nothing but the Missiles

Or the vicious Gunshots

Hostiles one day be forgotten  

Life or the Death Isn't much matter

To same place we always return

In the face of earth you are my Brother 

Perfect Companion

Like the Sun,

Spreading soft rays of light

Or

Burning harshly in the desert

Like the Rain

whispering softly in to the ear

Or

Pouring brutally with the thunder 

Like the wind

Dancing across the flowers & fields

Or

Soaring with the power of demolition

Sometimes

So crisp and untainted

Like the morning twilight

Then again

Cold and Solemn

As the deepest Nights

How delightful a life can be

To be here with you 

Till the end

No I can’t  reject

Or neither  can resist

Power that love wields 

How wonderful it had been

some one to laugh with

someone to weep with

Even to fight with

In the momnets so dear

Some one to share with

And thus I know

You  will live in my heart

You will sleep in my eyes

You will be in my soul

Sometimes with tears

Sometimes with joy

The Perfect Companion 

Eyes

When Stars are shining brightly in crystal blue sky

I always wonder

Whether I can call them your eyes

Then No…

That could be so unfit, coz they are not very bright  

And they can never ,convey so much of love

I would try to call them

Diamonds or Sapphire

But I wonder,they still seem lack in beauty

Your Eyes         

Are probably more bluer or are they Brown

May be more lustrous 

 

But the truth is

They look much more Sweeter

Always deeper  than deep blue ocean

I have drowned my self in

Do you know

Somethings can only be told with eyes

When you look at them they always talk

Not ever with words,

With a shimmer so inimitable

How can I tone them up with any thing

 I don’t really know anything would ever be alike

Still I think of them in my little rhyme

Though I spent a whole day

I could only put down some simple words

May beI am not a good writer

and I cannot think of many things

But I hope you wouldn’t mind

For  calling them just “Sweet Eyes”

Solitude

Sun comes up and sets again

Giving way to the cold nights

And I sit by my window

Thinking of the beautiful days ,that we used to spend together.

There used to be so many things to do , to talk , to laugh about .

There was never enogh time.

I never knew , there would be much time ,

There would be much space

Left blank when you are gone.

I never knew there would be so much of emptiness

I would rise , I would breeth , I would eat and then Sleep again ,

I keep listning to the same music,

I keep watching the same movie

Keep trying to fill up the space,

But nothing ever comes close

The world has stopped at one place

Things have stopped at one point.

Do you remember…

We would keep talking about nothing  for hours ….

We used to watch movies and argue about plots , characters.

We used to cook together. And you used to always adjust .

Used to laugh telling me how bad it tasted.

“Too much of Salt”

“Hay ..!  it got burned.”

You used to call it names and I would get angry

Now I am wondering whether you think of those days,

When life used to be so full and meaningful

I am wondering why I didn’t have tears on the day that you left ,

which is something I never short of

May be I never knew how it would be ,not having you around.

I sometimes close my eyes,

I see you and talk to you.

Sometimes I would ring to your number.

Though  I get a blank response

I would keep ringing.

And do you know ..

I keep looking at the Door.

And I think you are gonna come home tonight.

Rainy Day

It’s been raining heavily for past few days and there is a beautiful freshness everywhere. Wet surrounding, droplets of water hanging from leaves, Soft sun light coming through clouds I can almost see the misty mountains from my cabin window.

I wanted to write about Rain. Then I say to myself …

Who would want to read about Rainy days? Misty, Gloomy,

Wet and Cold … …..

All those are considered Sad and negative.

Still I want to write.

I always felt rain was wonderful, so musical and refreshing.

Every rain drop that touches ground feeds new life to every living being.

And you feel earth laughing with joy.

I can never forget how I loved to walk in the rain, among the trees, on wet grass with my friends around. Rain drops soaking all our cloths.

Tiny water drops feeling against my cheeks, cold wet breeze brushing against the eyes. Then I would close my eyes and turn up to breath the fresh air.

Almost, feeling so lighten up like a flower floating in the wind. Felt like I could fly.

It reminds me the days I spent in my school.

It reminded me the first time I ever fell in love.

It reminds me the university life.

I am almost smiling now while writing this note. Unknowingly  

How far have I traveled, while sitting in my office room, waiting for the next meeting to start?  I have traveled far in to the past across the time, in my imaginations.  To that past, when life used to be so light, free and wonderful.

It’s amazing to think how limitless your imagination is.