Once upon a tym there lived a Crow..
It lived happily with its family.. Then there came a part of its life called "to be in Love".. It fell in love with a Pigeon.. It was hard, but the crow won the pigeon's heart and they lived together being under each others shadows.. Then there came a storm when they were on a long drive in the sky..
And the pigeon died..
The crow cried..
Hopelessness filled in him.. Heart broken into pieces.. Life was doomed by the fate.. But then the crow moved on but cudnt love anyone else cuz no one cared for it like the pigeon did..
But as the proverb says, "Light comes for the rescue when there is complete darkness", the crow met a Cuckoo.. Infatuation filled in him.. But it was helpless cuz the cuckoo was in love with the peacock.. Still crow stick to the cuckoo and acted foolish with her to just hear her voice to keep himself happy.. And the cuckoo who was totally opposite in many matters respective to the crow cudnt stand its behaviour.. But it still spread its wings for the hug of friendship.. Now the crow who doesnt know if the cuckoo will accept him or not is on his way to attain peace just with their friendship and remain alone all his life with its sweet and sour memories..
The end..

You are walking on the lake,
Of Ghastly cold stream flowing down,
And it chills to your bone..
The beast then invades you,
To interpose fire in all the nerves,
Which fights with the chill for the throne.
Protuding Sweet sarcasm,
All the querries undone,
But solutions having no room.
And you are dying to live,
The way u wanted to,
Holding back the melted hopes invading the gloom.

Dont panic, just call yourself back,
Light will defeat the shadows of dark,
Take a deep breath, And close your eyes,
This fear of yours will end up to be stark.

Fallen asleep on your bed,
You wake up at midnight,
And there the horror fills in you..
Sweat pouring out of you,
Frightening images hurling up your mind,
Heart pounces with raised up confused hues.
Then the windows shatter,
The winds roaring are clear,
And you are alone in the dungeon,
There your fear holds the sword,
Impairment filled fiery red eyes,
Wid your confidence is its vengeance.

Dont panic, just call yourself back,
Light will defeat the shadows of dark,
Take a deep breath, And close your eyes,
This fear of yours will end up to be stark.

Mahesh Hegde

Stairs were moving up and he was treading down,
Audience were clapping their hands with laughter for this old clown.
Eyes weary, smile his companion, his moustache and the beard were brown.
Humiliating bullets manyatimes fired at him, he would take it without a frown.

In his room went he and locked himself inside,
Sat on the floor and opened a book that was beside.
Some pics of shattered houses while some of people on a roller-coaster ride,
His face which was used for creating expressions comic, tragic and at sometimes pride,
Now was so expressionless like the beach at high tide.

His heart bore too much to take more in it,
But vague just another friend of his helped to take in bit by bit.
Passion of his used as a sample for experiments taken on a slit,
Happiness was like somthing which didnt arive even in discreet.
And the tests of life, still he undertook, with full grit.

So the book contained nothing but his family memories,
In those was living his soul where he loosened all his worries,
Remembering the days when his daughter in her tiny hands offered him some berries,
But then these memories so silently he burries,
And these surreal moments he drinks off with perries.

Closing the book, finally he got up filled with sustain,
Cause fate was decided, and now, didnt matter, even a prickle of pain,
Opened the **** he passed through that smoky corridor again,
Going to the people to be a clown for them all that wid him which remains,
To spread smiles and laughters on faces of people hiding his own pain..
MH..

A yoyo in his hand,
Wrist covered with a band,
Sitting silently under a willow,
He gazed at the leaves yellow.
His past memories invavded his heart,
So viscous they were like a black ****.
He longed for his mother to be with him,
All these made his face to fill with grim.
Pain strucked his heart much violently,
But he cried his pain sitting there silently.
He looked around at the trees tall,
They too were suffering the season of Fall.
The path to the willow he sat under,
It was so damaged as if hit by the thunder.
But then he was pleased at the sight looking silently,
The Falling leaves hiding the path so quietly.

In a vase a flower was growing,
A strong wind across it blowing,
A worm in that vase soil was ploughing,
Her eggs in that soil had been growing.

One day roots of the flowers tried to *** out of the soil,
And in that vase upcoming was a turmoil,
To help its eggs the worm started to toil,
And in these situation sufferred all in the soil.

Roots were just selfish and cared for none,
Damage they were trying to do were unable to be frgvn,
But by the flower at that tym a decision wise was done,
Staring straight was it at the sun.

It started attracting the people around,
Decision was painful but no utter of a sound,
Then a Florist came, his hands on it mound,
He plucked the flower, a leaf crying as it fell on the ground.

This is an analogy of the world we live in today,
Roots of the nation exploit it but, against them a word, no one says,
Many flowers still lose their lives everyday,
But Untold sacrifices are always kept at bay .

I got to say something to u,
Actually many things, in ma mind they've made a queue,
But in words how shud I put it to u,
Anyways frst thing is tht babe u look the best in blue.
I want to be wid u always, dnt care of usin a glue.
Wid u my life will be the tastiest brew,
We'll together touch the unending sky blue.
I will face anything in the world if at my back supporting always are u.

Take me away babe, I feel ur world is a land full of wonder.
Only the warmth spreads there n theres no thunder.
Is there anything which could be used between us as a Bonder..?
Wen it comes to u my mind begins to ponder,
An untidy wood I am n u r my sander,
I need ur heart in here wid me wid no thought of plunder.


Heart beats faster wen I look into ur eyes,
Wen u r not there my heart silently cries,
Just a glass of love is what I need from u in this wrld of prejudice,
If ever u get a bruise, for u I would be like an Ice,
I am not a king or smthing but I promise to make ur world a paradise.