I'm a child in your eyes mother,
and a child I'll always be.
Because I may grow in numbers,
but your eyes know not math.
For they are filled with love,
and it flows out in tears,
at every little pain,
and scratch on my skin.
They don't see my evil mother,
though sins I have made.
Because I sinned I know,
but your eyes know not judgement.
For they are filled with compassion,
which is ever growing,
and it contains misdeeds,
and my senseless actions.
I'll be a big boy someday,
and earn my bread & butter.
But never so big to not fit in your eyes,
because I'm a child in your eyes mother.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 12:23 PM UTC
Designer clothes, glittering cars,
A million buck fragrance,
Costly drink at the bars,
Flying in chartered planes,
Your so called stars ,
Celebs at the parties,
Smoking cigars .
Oh, you like calling it high society ?
Then please do, mister,
I can take facts with ease.
I've been a slave to it, since so long,
I know how ******* high it is.
Effin brats of billionaire dads,
Acting cool with pricey ****
******* roaming in alluring rags,
All slaves like me, of tempting fads.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 11:37 AM UTC
Let me burn on the love drenched piers of your soul,
Let the ether from your burning heart fill me of your musk,
And let it last till the longing fades, until the moment we are one.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 11:30 AM UTC
Stop running through the recesses of mind. Erase them, erase that line between madness and sanity. Amidst the chaos of blabbering thoughts lives a silent melody, a genial song, a poetic essence, where this and that sound the same and kiss and bliss go out of rhyme. Beauty they say is in the eye of beholder, so behold every futile image and splash it on a canvas. Watch it, caress it, embrace it till the last colour of it fades, and then behold another image. Stop running through the recesses of mind..Crack them from the inside and revel in the sight of a thousand butterflies fleeing from their cocoons..
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 11:26 AM UTC
Paint the dark in white,
A night in city light,
Climb in, see the sight,
Life drifting on a speedy flight...
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 12:25 PM UTC
Once on a teeming square
A guitarist came and played a song
A Rabbi walked to him and said
“My dear friend, the song you play
Proves my existence wrong”
“Pay no heed to me sir”, said the singer
I am a novice, you are the master
The Rabbi smiled, and went on
“I stayed in parish since I was born
Read books of religion
On the way along
Said prayers in the church
Joint hands at the synagogue
But never did I feel, love for The God
Like I did when I listened your song
I guess…
There is God in music, there is God in duty
There is God in people, there is God in beauty
There is God in love, a sense of security
Sad though it may sound
There is no God in Rabbi”
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 12:09 PM UTC
Today i feel like time wins
We never had row, no we didn't
But now she refrains from walking slowly
Coz when she did i was wasted,
Snoozing her out every time she tweeted
And I never knew when she flew out of that door
And flew and kept on flying
Until that day when i got up
And i was like
What the hell is that grey thing on my head!
When her voice grew louder
From within the cuckoo
The cuckoo in the clock
I was a boy when papa got her home
Now i am old and grey
But she is still yellow and pretty
And tweets every single day
Waiting for and bowing to none
And she never loses
For she has got eternity
And what have I got?
A packet of black dye.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
I could see her face
her eyes were green
she was sitting there
sitting and staring
looking at the waves
they touched her feet
oh what a girl she was
could I hold her hand?
would she have shone on me?
the girl in yellow sand
oh what a girl she she was
I should have held her hand
would she have been my love
the girl in yellow sand.
'twas a sunny noon
where I had been
I was sitting there
sitting and staring
looking at the waves
they touched my feet
what a sight it was
she had been looking at
oh what a girl she was
the one in yellow sand
I think of her
and all she things she had
in her beautiful mind
the girl in yellow sand.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
The flake of snow on this twig of grass
Reminds me of a little young boy
He would sneak into fridge & stick his head in
And the cool air would soothe his merry mind
The deep blue valley takes me back
To the third storey
From the window of which he would
Watch the birds fluttering
And below, people rushing by
But it’s been long since the time I met him
He sure does stay within
Within the dark abyss of my mind
He can’t feel the joy of little moments anymore
Nor would he smile when I play a tune
They leave him hollow from inside, the memories of her
On a crucifix they nail him every single day
But their strength won’t crush his bones
And their hammers wont hurt him anymore
Coz the soul oozes out from the slit in his heart
The wound she left behind
It soars up in the light of an angelic voice
Leaving me hollow from inside
And here I sit, on this rock
On the edge of it
Thinking what am I without him
Without the merry mind
So I look down, breathe a gush of breeze
And leave along with him.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 9:25 AM UTC