And as I left........

And as I left.....

I could see those dark brown eyes .....

I could read what they said......

Asking me to stop...

I could see a small Tear......

about to roll down .....

And as i Left......

I felt a deja vu...

of a similar scene gone by....

when I was young ..

so mad....So crazy....

so in ..Love....

And as I left ...

I felt in her hug a slight grip...

as she held me as

close to her heart in that one second......

The moment ...that summarised an entire life....

And as I left.....

I could hear her voice .....

about to choke with emotion....

about to say " dont go"

And as i left , I could....

feel in the last call ..

the intense pain....

the complete loss of all sense....

And as she trudged back....

unaware .....frozen....

So cold and helpless.....

And as I left ......

I felt like a kid .....

dragged to school unwillingly....

I just lost for a moment ....

as to why people must leave.....

the people they love..

And as I left

I realized I must go back soon.....

I had left something very valuable behind.

Why will I win?

The question haunts me a lot of times…..
And as I get up again ….
With the dust in my eyes…
Blinding me completely….
Trying to regain my balance.
The fall is bad ……..
and I see from the ground
A lot of people have gone miles ahead.
It has been hard.
I tried running a lot of times but slipped.
And everytime I slipped I lagged behind by a few miles….
A few years….a few more achievements….
And everytime I get up again …Iask my self
Why will I win ?
How will I soar above this sky
When all I have is a pair of hands and no wings .
Then I realise I am alive…..
the air is still with me.
The passion is still with me to fly….
And that’s why I will win…..

Why will I win?
When the sea ahead is very rough.
When my boat is full of holes and is sinking.
I will win because I have the oar still in my hands.
I will win because the power is still in those arms
To row across the wildest of seas……..
the roughest of storms……

Why will I win?
When the blood is oozing from all wounds….
When the soldiers around me have all gone
But I still have my sword in my hand …
I still have that roar…I still have that fanaticism

WHY will I win?
When the doors are all closed.
When the air is stifled ….its difficult to breathe.
But I still have hope.
To break free and crush all barriers and open the window
To the rays of light.

That’s why I will win
That’s why I will spring out from the deepest of pits
That’s why I will destroy all that stops.
And that’s why I will win.

Treasure

Fading away with each passing day
In the twilight I see
this way on which I had once walked away
searching for a Treasure .....in some paradise it lay...

" It will be mine" ....my heart would always say.
On my Way I met several people ..a happy bunch were they...
A special someone gave me love..adored me like a heaven above.
I thought I had my treasure now.

But it was not to be ." This is not for you " said God to me.
Your Treasure lay in a heaven far far away.
Strive to reach it one day.

So I moved on again ... in Vain.
Till one day I found a valley of Gold And I was happy."
But this is not what you really want" God told.
So I moved on again in disdain, thinking I had lost so much.
I had neither love
Nor did i have the gold and I was growing old.

I remembered the people I met how we loved but....all eventually left
I remembered the riches i Lost.
Flashes of the past cross my vision as i trot.
My treasure lay somewhere else i thought.

" Son , All these were mere stopovers on a long journey ahead" God Said."
Your Treasure is what you have in your heart"

The Subway

I looked for you in every compartment .
5 PM , you said you will see me .

But by 5.15 you were no where near me.
People poured in..people poured out....
But even after scanning all the faces ..
I was still on your lookout.

Every minute was an eternity.

By 5.30 I was in dispair

I saw a bench at the end of the platform.

Sitting alone , I closed my eyes and for a moment

I was lost...in the noise
trying to hear your footsteps...

And then I heard them .....
and two soft hands on my cheeks

You were there

" Eyes"

Black eyes.....blue eyes....green eyes....
there are so many colours....
But yours are neither.

They are made of love
and as it pours....
I am drowning

" Dream"

Sitting in a boat ...... you and me......
amidst white swans ....and beautiful trees.....
Slowly ....and slowly ...as I look deeper in your eyes,
I can see the lakes depth.

With each whiff of the air ...I smell the sweet fragrance of your perfume....

It's so intoxicating ..I am lost.
In a valley of flowers

Only the sound of the snuggling white swans brings me back to senses..

and I realize ....... I am back from
one dream and entering another.

Sleeping Beauty

Crumpled hair and lovely lips
A beauty queen
In bliss she sleeps

There is a faint smile on her face
Perhaps a happy dream
I watch her spellbound
Her peace is my strength

She feels like a child and I her mother
Her eyes are closed but I know
She is waiting for me
To wake her
To hold her
And say “ good morning girl”