I am the blue sky turning grey.
The faded smile.
The dark clouds blanketing the sunshine.
Silencing the happy chirping birds and buzzing lawn mowers.
Small tiny drops like pins upon the backs of necks.
A rolling trail of tears down sliding down my cheeks.
Feeling relief in letting go.
Widening the open sky.
Beautifully cleansing rain.
Falling, flowing, splashing on the pavement.
Breaking these walls and setting me free.

I don’t believe I’ll believe in anything any more

Not in love
Not in reason
Not in faith
Only treason

Not in the hate I’ve seen in your heart
Not in the love we’ve lost
Not in the seasons of time gone by

And not in tears
Bitter sweet in your eyes

For you’ve taken from me all I believed in

Took my love
Took my reason
Took my faith
With your treason

Showed me the bitterness and hatred
Took away the seasons
All of my reasons for believing

In living
In loving
In giving
In eternity

I seek not for fame
Nor do I seek for love
What's in my name, that I carry within my soul?
My heart beats with a song
A measure of love, not so long
I, a soft tender soul, longing for being me
A heart that beats with a name & that's just me.

Surreal
Is the voice that
Is speaking
Mine but not
Mine
I can hear it
Too clearly as if I'm
Listening to a recording
What am I saying?
What's the point

I hear my voice
The voice I speak
Are my words meaningful?
What am I saying?
I speak to be understood
And yet it's always about
Winning.

From speaking
To almost losing the end
Of my words to
Resigning myself
To what is,
My voice is always lost
Lost to their ears
Lost to my will
Lost to the body I was given.

I hear my voice and I
Don't want to.
I don't want to hear it
Not when the people
Around me also hear it
And yet refuse to
Think about my voice
My words.
I don't want to hear it

I don't want to hear my voice
Because it is what I don't want
I don't want to hear that I've
Given up

I did jump that train
after I boarded that bus
walked a thousand miles
and I still haven't found
what I was looking for
but that's not so important
as the fact that remote island
life allows me to sing and dance
all the days of my exile from Eden.

Clover and moss adornment,
fields of ancient emerald mellow,
with spring lambs innocent,
elderly farmer with a tea stained
smile.

Yet, north of there,
her people warring,
life spills on concrete,
and in the singing wind
is the song of the Troubles.

My maiden, my Eire,
are you ever at rest?
Where are your children?
Sons and daughters,
youth no more to come home,
Scars on a beauty,
she, she, will it go on into eternity?

My beauty, the souls and
shamrocks in the dew,
weep just as much as you.

जब जब तुम आंखों में काजल लगाती
तब तब जीवन गति का बोध कराती
लगे आंखें ना हों, जैसे हों तारे
प्रतिक्षण बदले चमक ये नैना तोरे
मैं बस देखूं तो लगे जैसे
तूने कैनवास पर भाव उकेरे
नैनो की डोर से मैं कब बंध जाता
इसका मुझको ना आभास हो पाता
दिल का हाल कहने से
इनको मैं रोक न पाता।

जब जब तुम लिपस्टिक लगाती
लालिमा इंद्रधनुष जैसी बिखरा देती
फूलों का लब आभास कराते
पर मेरे मन में शोले भरते
बस मैं तुम्हें देखता रहता पर
नजरों को मैं दिल की बात कहने से
कभी रोक न पाता।

जब-जब तेरे खुले बाल लहराते
चेहरे में तेरे नया रंग भर जाते
फिसल फिसल कर गाल चूमते
हम रह जाते हाथों को मलते
मुंह मेरा खुल खुल जाता
दिल की बात कहने से
इसको मैं रोक न पाता।