For You

Far across the ocean, beyond sight could sojourn
Like a million dreams away,
I gazed at a face, in the broken pieces of mirror
Memories swimming in the waves of glee again

Like a lightening, like a sweet symphony
Born from the strings of an Egyptian fiddle
I saw a face, the face I seen in million dreams
And I die to see that face for another million years

From the time when the sparrow Cripps
Till the moment the tiny diamonds twinkle
I dream of your silky hair flying in breeze
You stole my beat with your magic smile

Everyday I walk that long road of loneliness
Search your sparkling eyes in the crowd
O’er the fields of daffodils and gallant valleys
I can only see your face shining in moonlight

I saw a shooting star and made a wish
The springs are back and blooming
Bringing back the rainbow in my life
Sometimes prayers do gets answered

A Tribute?

What haven't I done?
I'm like the mirror image of insanity.
The fights, the lies and the misbehavior.

I guess craziness was born with me.
Insensitivity is all about me.
Inconsiderate idiot; that's who I am.


No sentiments, no hard feelings.
No loving words, no nothing; never expressed those.
Who am I kidding? We're not sissies.


I've never told you buggers.
You guys are the best.
Putting up with all that I do! you're great!


Arguments? me! lies? me! pickin up fights? me!
but you were always there,
trying to hold me up.


The more you try to tame me..
the more I go astray.
but you never quit!


Who are you!? friends or farmers?
all that hard work to straighten me up!
you guys are unbelievable!


So much concern! so much control!
who sent you all here!?
all at the same time!


Does this part of earth deserve only the best?
or is it just me who's fortunate?
either way; Shows that the universe was drunk when it sent you.


What's more to say here!?
Plenty more of course.
But can't fill in.


Very rarely I run out of words.
Very rarely I try styles to write.
But I do both here.


I can't stop nor I can keep going.
So confusing, just like you all.
Much interesting to be with; Most mysterious to dig more.


Trying to end it here.
What!? A tribute? Seriously?
No I guess this is just thanks.

A Dancing Bear

Oh! My beautiful dancing bear
What have they done to you?
I remember when you danced free
Pirouetting through the forest
Like a ballet dancer
Graceful and agile
Thick, luxuriant coat, gleaming eyes
A confident demeanour

Then they came – they took you
You’re freedom gone forever
Trapped in a concrete enclosure
You sway and pace with lack-lustre eyes
My heart breaks

Children watch with fascination
They don’t know what it was you came from –
A paradise where you were free
Now a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web – my beautiful
Dancing bear
In the hands of humans I cry for you
And wish your death to come quickly
You would be better off
Yes, better off!

Hey You People

I'm quite used to it now;
not knowing what's around.

It is not all that hard,
wondering how great having
working pair of legs would be.

It's not so strange anymore -
Thinking why can't I talk and hear.

It doesn't seem unfair any longer;
while thinking only I can't read and write.

Its not painful to be seen strangely -
for being insane.

but people,

I can't get used to the news -
of wars and destruction;
even though you could
see the world and its beauty!

Its hard to believe
that you all run into fights
with those marvelous feet.

It's still really strange
Why you use that
amazing voice to abuse and provoke.
And why you think with your ears and not the brain.

And I wonder how fair it is!?
When all the knowledge you have
is to only  think about mass destruction!

And it funnily feels painful -
seeing you with all the sanity;
how you all want to be the center of the universe.

Hey you people...

Would you ever realize
what kind of boon you were born with!?
with every organ in the right place..
and with every sense working without doubt!

And yet all you cause is mayhem.
All you love is destruction.

Would you even see -
how beautiful life is?

With all that you've got,
and with all that you could do.

And yet all you do is hate
and all you love is death.

hey you nutters,

nature doesn't believe in second chances.

You don't need to wipe out tears out of some helpless eyes.
But just try not to make them cry anymore.

Shame as it may seem;
but you're just another creature.

The only difference is that,
you're losing all your left out emotions.
Day by day you're turning
to a living corpse.

Think while you still can.
Live when you have life in you.

Because when we're all gone -
There wont be any
to marvel how great your conquests were.

Right now you have it all.
It's just now and never ever.

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Life...

It's hollow, it's empty.

It's calm and it's serene.

It's peaceful but it's strange.

It's this  part of the mind,

that I hardly explore.

As I stand in this unscathed hill,

with only the breeze and the drizzling shower,

as I let my brain sleep

on my mind's arms.

With just trees and hills to see,

as I stand on this cliff,

the air pushing me with all the aggression,

I realize that

It's this part of the universe,

parallel to this part of the mind,

I find myself.

This is me, The son of nature talking

to all of the world

Brothers of mine out there,

listen to the voice

You ought to find yourself someday.

Find yourself to live.

Because all you do is survive.

And that

is not life.


Words and LIfe

Lost Love

Something is wrong: what secret are you hiding?
Distance stretches between us long, wide
I can see it in your eyes
Feel it in your voice
All passion has blown away
A tornado spent
Leaving emptiness in its wake
I touch you and you turn away
Your body as cold as stone
My heart breaks
Silence severs two souls who were as one
Now separated by secret things
Is there something I have or have not done?
I wonder as fear spreads
Through my being chilling my bones
Uncertainty, worthlessness envelops me
Loneliness has become my companion
Is someone else receiving what was mine?
I grieve for what was and no longer is
What truths are you hiding from me?
In your heart’s secret place

On A Sunday At The Beach

The sky is cloudless, sun beating on a jewel sea
Waves lap lazily onto fine, white sand
The saltiness of the sea fills the air awakening the senses
And a pelican sits, upon a rock rising up from the sea
He surveys the humans with one eye
While watching with the other for his dinner to swim by
On a Sunday at the beach

Man-made sun-shelters dot the beach like igloos in a desert
Children smiling, laughing, emerge from within
Hats on heads, painted with zinc, smothered in sunscreen
As if ready for a corroboree rather than a day by the sea
They scamper to the water’s edge


Mums sit in their igloos, keepers of sustenance and all belongings
Watching with eyes like eagles their children playing, paddling, swimming
Dads help build sand-castles, works of art, amazing sculptures
And teach their children to swim
Sea-weed swirls in the shallows around the youngster’s ankles
They scream in terror of hidden sea-monsters lurking in its midst

Sea-shells are collected in buckets to be taken home
Only to become smelly and thrown away
Sea-gulls screech overhead, waiting, hoping for leftover sandwiches and cake
A dog chases - barking; they fly away
Then circle back still waiting, hoping for food

People lie on the sand falling asleep, cooking in the sun
Being baked brown like a Sunday roast dinner – foolish people!
And local teenage boys play a cricket match
Showing off their muscular, tanned, young bodies to giggling, bikini-clad girls

An ice-cream van, bell clanging, pulls into the car-park above the beach
Children come running as teenagers saunter with money in hands for their treats
Melting in the hot sun, icecreams hurriedly eaten, drip down fronts and over hands

Gusts of wind blow in from the sea; whipping up frothy waves
Bringing with them a chill as shadows start to lengthen
Signalling the day nearly over
And so the exodus to the city and suburbs begins

Parents pull down their igloos and pack up belongings
Tired, sandy, sun burnt children with their collections of shells and such treasures
Climb into their cars to sleep the long journey home
Sun-bakers awake from their sleep red, sore, thirsty
They too return to their cars
Local teenagers walk home still showing off, still giggling


Cars crawl bumper to bumper like a giant caterpillar along the highway
Slowly returning home
Monday morning brings work and school, with all week to remember
What a great day was spent
On Sunday at the beach




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Happy New Year!

Its a brand new year waiting out there.
So fresh and full of space,
for you to fill in..
Fill in with joy and happiness.
Fill in with success and prosperity.
Fill in with energy and enthusiasm.
Its a brand new year,
Its all for you..
Make a wish
or
Many of wishes,
You have got a whole year to work on them..
Its all yours.
Its waiting for you.
Make the most of it.
This moment, whatever you face,
You'll get through it in this New Year!
Think about what you want,
and
Not what you don't want.
Dream big, stay energetic.
What you think is what you get.
This is the right time.
And you've got it all for yourself.
Happy New Year!
Smile now and you'll go on with smile forever.
Be happy now and you'll be happy forever... :)

You will realize....!!

In time, you will realize
that
You should have realized
it
quite a long time ago..!!

At times you might have thought
that
Issues are everything around you
that
You woke up on the issues' side of the bed that day
and
everyday!

In time you will realize
that
You should have seen
it
from the other side of the mirror

You should have stepped aside
from
where you are standing
to
where you were seeing
and
seen the spot where you were standing before
and, that then

You could have realized
this
quite along time ago

issues are part of everybody's life
and
you couldn't have cared any less
for
what the rest of the world was facing

The world has its own issues and
it
has no reason to look after you
and
You should have blamed yourself for all
that
happened around you
and
if you were not supposed to be blamed
then
You had no reason to worry about that
yet
you did and that was nothing just madness

In time you will realize
that
You should have lived the moment
and
its never too late
and when you realize
You will know what this means..


Words and Life

Meditations

I look at nature around me in awe
A butterfly with its glorious patterns and colours
Tall trees gently swaying in the breeze
A bird collecting worms for its young
The sky with cotton wool clouds stretching up into infinity
And I feel a warmth and peace in my heart
Knowing this is God’s creation.

When I see a fiery sunset in all its splendour
Tall mountains and the wide expanse of the sea
I think of God
In the solitude of a rainforest amongst the shadows and silence
I think of God and feel his presence
How powerful and amazing he is to have created all these things
Even though I am but the tiniest of specks compared to Him
And a miserable sinner, He still loves me and I am humbled

Short Story: Out Of The Darkness

I first noticed the two men reflected in a shop window as I passed by. They were standing by a shop front across the street, both wearing dark macintoshes; their faces hidden under the kind of hats men wore in the fifties. It was becoming late and the crowds had thinned considerably. A light shower of rain had given the road a sheen that reflected the lights of the city, highlighting the shadowy darkness of the shop front opposite, from where a cigarette glowed. Nothing seemed amiss, the fact that they were there had nothing to do with me, or so I thought, until I realised they were always there, lurking close by, no matter where I went.

I stopped for coffee and after ordering, saw them sitting at a table not too far from me. This is too much of a coincidence I thought feeling uneasy. Gathering up my parcels, I paid the bill and walked out onto the pavement. I heard the scrape of their chairs on the cafe floor, as I shut the door behind me. I tried hard to control the fear that threatened to overtake me and resisted the impulse to run. I'll hail a taxi I decided instead of walking to my home. Cars streaked by as I walked, but no taxis. I walked faster. What could they want? I could sense their presence behind me and stepped up my pace. Still no taxis. I would have to make it by foot. Would I arrive safely home?

The acrid smell of cigarette smoke wafted in the air. I was too frightened to look back and began to run in the now empty street. I careered around the corner my parcels falling to the ground. I left them behind and zigzagged through the streets that jigsawed to home. Houses still had their lights on. I could hear the sound of televisions blaring as I passed. It started to rain, heavily this time. I ran through puddles not caring that I was drenched from head to foot, my hair hanging in wet strands around my face. I was nearly there my lungs at bursting point, when I stumbled and scraped my knee. I picked myself up. I could feel the warm trickle of blood oozing down my leg. Sobbing I reached our front gate, wrenched it open and flew towards the front porch. The house was in darkness. While I fumbled for my keys I heard a cough and looked up.

There before me was one of them. My heart lurched! How could this have been? They had been behind me. He laughed, his face evil. Hands closed around my neck. I tried to scream, but the pressure on my throat was too great. I slowly sank, my head swimming, down, down, down into darkness, and oblivion...



My shoulder hurt. Someone was shaking it hard. 'Wake-up, Liz! Wake-up! You’re dreaming!' said Mum.

My love....

Its been years now but,

It still seems like yesterday..!

Of all I have,

You're the most of my life.

Strange things I have done..

Called you middle of the night;

Just to hear your cute voice sound seducing..

Stole your favorite pen,

Still I write your name with it..

Only your name..

I'm livin with your picture.

Not in my wallet; in my shirt pocket.

The way you tousle my hair..

The way you punch on my chest...

Nothing feels nice than those.

If this isn't love..!

then what is!?

This is my life,

now and with you

I am living  it, and

I love it..

Love you.. :)


Words and Life

ONE-LINERS

(1) Love is like Pavlova, crisp and delicious on the outside, soft and luscious in the centre: to be consumed with passion.


(2) Little gems of wisdom far outweigh big rocks of advice.

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Mishal

The Little Orphan Boy

A snippet of tear
For a wisp of sorrow
Which no one can borrow
But, everyone can harrow

In the desolate shore of my life
I’m waiting to see a comet of hope
But no comet, no hope
Only silence, silence in the darkness

The bells of Christmas is ringing
The octet is heard from the church
It gave me a smirk in my eyes
Oat, I smile maybe the magic of an oz

The only bliss in my life
That lingers in my eyes
Is looking o’er the orient mountain
And watching the sun hiding from the dark

In the early age of eight
I was left to this world as an orphan
Giving me the art of music
Till now I’m walking with it.

With it I satisfy my loaf of bread
With fiddle in my arms I pace to church
And delights all lamentable souls
And bring my daily copper coin

For me world is mere paradise
My exodus from reality continues
By drinking the wines of sorrows
And eating the bread of odium

Yonder lies the mighty sun
Standing behind the clouds; and smiling at me
In the glimmer of the gallant night
God might have heard my prayers

My parents gave me the eau Sucre of love
They eprised my lonely heart
They came to my life like a tempest, and
Gone from my life like ebb.

Somewhere in this glisten sky
They might be hearing my melody
Up in the sky, tiny diamonds twinkling
Maybe smiling just for me.

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FLY AWAY

If I could fly like Peter Pan
I’d fly away up into the clouds
Where I would visit Angels before
I visited all the wondrous places of the world
First would be the pyramids of Egypt
Where I would sit atop of the largest one
To look down on the desert stretched out before me
Then I would float to Mount Everest
There I would soar like an eagle
To its highest peak and sit in the snow
While I surveyed the labours of mountain climbers
As they seek to reach the summit
I would visit the Eiffel Tower, Venice, Rome
And many other places
Before I glided with the currents
In my quest to find a new world
A land of milk and honey where there are no wars or terrorists
No sorrow, murder or rape, only happiness
Where people love and care for one another
And there I would stay
Yes, I am dreaming but I wish it were true,
If only I could fly away like Peter Pan
To find a world that was paradise.

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