POETRY

High on Friendship

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On the crossroad of life,

I met a familiar face, who I call my friend,

Her friendship is refreshing like the morning dew,

When I see darkness and a little strife,

She is a ray of sunshine in my life.

 

A girl with countless dreams,

Her aim in life is to seek joy in the present,

According to her dependency on the future is a repent,

Every Friday she lights up a cigarette with a shot of whiskey,

Telling her to fasten the car seat belt may be a little risky,

Dancing to the tunes of Yo Yo honey,

Zipping through traffic with hands in the air, people find this a little funny.

 

This friend of mine is a little crazy with a vivid soul,

A little too honest with a heart of gold,

I call her, goddess Athena,

She is bold as a brass,

Be careful of her lioness roar,

I call her, goddess Venus,

She is kind hearted and showering joy, is her daily chore.

 

Her divine grace lights up my life like a melodious song,

She is the answer to my prayers,

In this inhuman town, she is the face of humanity,

Oh lord! Please keep her by my side,

You only have this to abide.

Amen!

 

This is the face that I know,

Which has the same familiar glow,

I think I must have known her from somewhere once before,

This is the face that I so adore.

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The Girl I Met This Summer

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Out of site but not out of mind,
Her words are always kind,
Her kind heart is a fountain of pleasure,
Her smile spreading joy in the vicinity which is to treasure,
She is like Shakespeare’s poetic verse,
Don’t take her away oh lord I shall have you to curse.

Oh lord I follow you with all my devotion,
But the Gods also mock my bewildering emotions,
To be with her once more is the only notion,
When I wander in darkness,
She rescues me with her saintly notion.

The angels gentle smile,
The angles grace,
The angles sparkling eyes,
To lay my eyes on them is the only escape from this melancholic life cries.

 

 

Tree of Life : A Son’s Odyssey

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Into the depths of nature peer,

Hand in hand with his father he walks in the woods,

He only believes, there’s a miracle here,

But this was only a dream as he feared.

Standing on the porch a little boy with tears in his eyes,

His whole childhood filled with lies,

Awaiting his guardians love, his heart is filled with cries,

Waiting for the tiny tales that would put him to sleep,

His father scowled at him like a bolt of thunder,

Was this his bleak destiny he always wondered?

As time moves on,

These questions shall shape,

Where were your blessings?

Where were the fairy tales that would put me to sleep?

Where were the lessons of life?

Why did you considered me as a foe?

As the years move on,

His mended heart could take no more,

He saw others fathers would sweep them into a giggling ecstasy,

To be lost in wonderland called “the home” where they were shaken like a laughing rag,

He was far away from reality,

Just keeping faith and endure when tested the most.

He trusted in the lord with all his heart,

And not leaning on his own understanding,

Walking on the godly path,

Was only his part,

Constantly hearing the voices from heaven saying “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.”

Mourning and desperately seeking for an island of sanity,

As he was drowning in sorrows, this was his only tragedy.

The Magic of Poetry

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A good poem is like a bright light, a ray of sunshine, a contribution to the universe and I wanted to share this quote by Dylan Thomas for all the poetry lovers on this beautiful Saturday evening.

“A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him.” 
― Dylan Thomas

The Magic Words…….

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Sometimes we find ourselves between the bewildering crossroads of life. Faith, hope & vision become menial, one’s own existence becomes a doubt and fear looms like a dark cloud. Our prose becomes dreary, constantly reaching out to the island of sanity but asylum is farfetched. Then we just need an angel to utter the magic verse…. “It’s going to be OK”

Sad Souvenir

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Restless heart is craving for something unknown,

Never ending search for peace I walk alone,

To start a new journey million miles away,

Looking for the ultimate adventure and escape these shades of grey.

 

Home sick for a place I haven’t been,

I wandered to the glistering city of Venice,

Crying under the bridge of sighs was my penance,

My soul is lost on the streets of black Venice,

Soon this serenity shall also vanish.

 

I wandered to my favorite city,

To feel freedom smiling and running into my arms,

To rediscover myself and rejuvenate the spirit with new experiences,

But the dark skies and the drizzle doesn’t illuminate the idea of hope,

This is my melancholy London,

Where I thought joy was abundant.

 

The journey to find the meaning of life,

New faces I met their ideology brought me a never ending strife,

Again walking under the withering blue skies of desperation,

Now love becomes an aversion,

Absurd travel that brought only tears,

I could only gather a sad souvenir.

Old Familiar Friend

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In the crowd I saw a familiar face,
It had been a while since we had met,
The old memories of you and me came to my mind,
I had forgotten your name,
But the feelings remains the same.

The smile on my face told the story,
How much I adored you as the time spent with you was hunky-dory,
In this crowd I spotted a familiar face,
I ran towards you to say some old familiar words.

Your sweet voice touched my heart,
Meeting you is another start,
Old wines and old friends are not apart.

I loved the way we talked till the sunset,
I loved the teasing and the pleasing,
I loved the way when you were by my side,
These are the feeling that I want to show.

A long embrace brought some old memories of you to my mind,
You are a traveler with a zesty soul and a gentle smile,
Full of drama and the fashion sense higher than the empire state,
Sweetest voice with eyes full of hope,
Strong headed and bold as brass,
A little lazy but smart as a whip,
Care and affection runs deep inside you,
You are the real deal,
This is how I feel.

These are some old familiar words that describe you,
Stay in my heart forever my old familiar friend.

Tears in your eyes

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 This time of the night,
Brings a little fear,
Brings a little tears,
But I am holding on,
I am a little scared,
To ask you the reason for your regret.
 
 
The sadness in your eyes is prodding my heart,
To give you happiness was my only part,
Now that I don’t know the bitter truth,
This fragile heart of mine cannot take your silent tears,
Hold my hand and we shall abandon this house of blues.
 
 
I am suffering in gloomy state-of-affairs,
Melancholy is in the air,
The melancholic secret in your heart and the tainted smile from you to me,
Is driving a prickly pain inside my heart,
Wondering how to interpret your tears and unshackle you of these chains of despair.
 
 
Don’t cry my love I can see no more,
These cries of yours resonates inside my soul,
I will drag happiness to your door,
Even if I have to fight with the almighty God once more.
 
 
Your silence is forcing me to take this inevitable long plunge into madness.

Nothing on my Mind

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The lights are dim and the house is empty,
I see glass bottle in elegant shapes which has liquor in plenty,
Sitting in this bar with a drink in my hand,
Drinking since the sun came up,
With nothing on my mind,
Nothing on my mind.
 
 
Old friends,
Old memories,
Now it’s cold and grey,
Some nuts on the side,
And I will finish my drink with pride,
If I drink more I may divulge my secrets,
Some secrets are fine and some are crime.
 
 
I walk around the bar with a restless heart,
I don’t know how to play my part,
Which drink I can buy with a dime?
A little bit of tequila with lime.
 
 
I see some happy souls and some are sad,
But I take another glass,
I glanced at this girl and now I am eager to talk,
You know what? This holy water might purify my heart,
Another drink I shout,
The bartender asks me how many drinks I had,
A little bit of wine, a little bit whiskey, a little bit of vodka but am still sober,
With nothing on my mind, nothing on my mind.