Breathe my words...

It's hard to write
It's hard to scribble
It's hard even to squiggle
when no one understands
when no one comprehends
when no one hears my words cries
when no one perceives my squiggle's griefs
when no one minds my scribble's wails.
But my words have to live
and survive and breed
so breathe My words..

Breathe and show your power
to the world that glower
at your sight.
Breathe and show your vigor
to the world that jeer
at your abilities
Break your silence and Breathe
my dear words

I will find you...

I will seek you
at the edge of the land
at the beginning of the sea
upon the silky sand
under the canopy of stars.

I will find you
in the rush of the tide
in the caress of the wind
in the secret happiness of unfathomable rays.

I will feel again
the love once shared
the joy that lasts long ago
the peace my soul longs for.

I will hear you
in the silence og the breeze
in the song of the birds
in the rustling of the leaves.

Thank God it's not ME.

The man with no eyes
walks up and down confidently
the train and bus stops
begging for money.
walks guided only
by a mere white stick.
Yet people try to ignore him
people, who are not even confident
to walk with stained cloths.

The child on the street
wrapped up with dirt
with smile so sad
has been mistreated to a hell lot
scrambling for coins
dropped near them.
Bravely asking aloud.
For money they live
a life filled with mistreat and abuse.

A man with one or two limbs lost
ambles differently through the indifferent crowd
sits quietly by the side
Praying someone takes pity
hoping that somebody cares
Trying to make a living
From the kindness of passers-by
Yet nobody sees him
or the tear in his eyes.

What kind of world we live in?
They can't eat without begging
we don't even bother
to ask their story
how they end up there?
But we effectively
avoid them
shun them
and uncomfortably walk past them
Thanking God it's not ME

Someday....

Some day I will see you and not your image
Someday I will see your face not your mask
Someday I will see the truth not it's wrappings
Someday I will see the picture and not the pieces.

Someday I will feel the hope and not its hallucination
Someday I will feel your aura not just your presence
Someday I will feel your love not its imitation
Someday I will feel happiness not its illusion.

Someday I will hear your silence not your noise
Someday I will hear your thoughts not the altered words
Someday I will hear your voice not just sound
Someday I will hear your song not the humming.

One day I will see the path and not the mirage.

Dance there upon the shore..

Dance there upon the shore
What do you have to care?
For rushing water?
or the roaring wind?

With the hair drenched by salt water.
covered by sands from the castles built
with friends and kins,
dance there upon the shore
What do you have to worry about?
For the castle plundered by the sea?
For the efforts gone in vain.

For you don't know about
the fool's triumph
shattered dreams
lost love
betrayal of a close one
Dance there upon the shore.
what do you have to worry about?
what do you have to care for?

My Musings..

Does clarity and sanity
really exists?

Is it only with wise and fools?
Is it not for the lost?

What is clear and sane
to someone
touched by a different light?
heard a different tune?

What's the answer
when the spotlight
points to different direction?
meanwhile it is impossible to see..

Life flows....

Life flows as a river through the hills
slowly as ever,
tranquil as ever.
Sometimes rocks placed on the path,
sometimes contracts in the course,
it falls and flows
and falls and flows.

Sometimes  have time to enjoy the winds that touches
Sometimes fall hard on the rock and cry
as a river our life flows
our love flows
our hope flows

For years it has flowed.
Flowed towards uncertainity
have no choice
except to bare the current
Don't know when the end will come?
what the end would be?

We flow....
Our hope continues to flow...
Our life continues to flow...
Our love continues to flow...
as a river through the hills.