love

11 April 2009

That lonesome leaf,

Where I wrote your name

Still clings on,

As autumn wins.

Very soon it shall pass away too,

Bur who cares for a broken wing?

That Ocean breeze knows,

Where your footsteps lie.

It whispers those secrets to the waves,

So I try to bribe the shore,

But what will melt the sea

That died long ago?

May be the leaf foiled the wind

And fell somewhere near your feet,

May be the sands turned against the sea,

And took me there where you hid,

But never did it made the blind know

that every time it was the mute ,

who tried to show him her love …

Santa Clause

May be am crazy, thats why i drove all around 

the city hiding gift at my friends places.

Am crazy not cause i tried to be a santa clause,

but cause i did this on 24th December.

se7en

23rd December 2009

It took 7 months for him to say those words

that I took 7 seconds to understand long back..

burden

sometimes i feel myself as a burden in your life?

if burden are what that  makes me alive,
and gives me a strength to walk ahead,

whose absence makes me dead,
 then yes you are.

Run away, and without roots i shall die

filter

All the leaves had millions holes

the way sunrays were filtered

through it was brilliant.

walk

 

Am so habituated of holding a hand while i walk,
that am not able to walk alone anymore.

cold

There were a thousand whispers at night
of a heart being broken
not once but many times.
And now the ice has
become so cold, that it wont break anymore.