Drop...

Dew drop in the sunlight,
Drops forming rains, showing their might,
Drop in the eye, about to fall…
The held drop that says it all…
People fighting for that drop to drink,
Farmer staring in the sky sans a wink,
Drops together rising in a tide,
Life running around finding a place to hide…
Drops on the forehead after a hard day,
Digging shortcuts leaving the drops astray…
Are we done, or still something is left?
Do we see the light or the darkness has crept?
Wake up and hold the drop,
Hold it tight till you drop,
Let it go and lose it forever,
Act quick, its’ gonna be now or never…

dormant roots...

This one was a combo of me and Jags composing together!!

Can you fly high holding your roots?

maybe you can, if your dreams have wings,

And these roots of stone spread the deepest cracks,

in parched groundholding for ever the dream of fruit,

and in those deepest of cracks, lie the deepest of wounds,

that'll never see the light of the day...

will just lie there in the cracks,

will just die there in those cracks...

and yet the roots remain...these forgotten roots,

lost of purpose that once destined to sustain,

hardly pertinent...keep feeding memories,

hunger is avaricious...and yet they remain as strong as ever..stay rooted,

it ought to get worse, unless...

unless a shower soaks these roots, nurtures it back to life...

giving back to the world a beautiful plant,

a plant that the sun had scorched down back in time...

but the roots remained...dormant...but alive...

pearls of thoughts

An oyster in the sea,
Thy thoughts that flee,
Thoughts that flew in the depth of the sea,
And turned into pearls,
Waiting to be found,
Waiting to come out and touch the ground,
And then fly high in the fresh air,
Pearls of thought in my mind,
Leaving the dark pearls behind,
I throw the bright ones around,
to be searched and found...

tag along...

fading memories,
smiles to start,
sobs in between,
a paining heart,
tips of fingers,
turning blue,
am I gonna die?
all by myself...without you,
blood comes rushing,
in my head,
silent whispers,
prompt me ahead,
will I go or will I stay,
come along to find which way...

When was the last time the world saw me,

When was the last time I was felt,

When was the last time I was wanted,

When was the last time I was dealt...

I stay there, waiting to be seen,

waiting to be felt,

waiting to be wanted,

and waiting to be dealt...

I am the tear in your eye,

that never kissed your cheeks...

that kept hanging in there...

and got dried up in months days and weeks...

Happy Birthday Palak..

Remembring Palak on his Birthday...May his soul rest in peace...

Bright Darkness

Sun’s shining bright,
And there I see the light,
Beautiful and inspiring…
i feel good and I feel happy,
I turn telling people around,
Let ‘em too get a chance to feel the same...
And then I remember my friends,
And remember the lesson they taught me,
Seeing the light ain’t that great,
Be happy, its’ never too late…
Beauty, inspiration, happiness,
Is all in the heart,
and all in the mind,
Its’ yours’ and its’ mine,
Just let the brightly lit darkness shine!!