Hope

And i stand alone,
waiting for the impossible,
waiting for the inevitable.

Staring into the oblivion,
my heart skips a beat,
only to realise, it's just a mere retreat.

Its all but happening,
but still i wait for it,
someday sometime i could content sit.

Hope i again,
use this word again,
abuse this word again.

But its just the single word
on which survives the world.

Who is she?

Gently does she move in with surprise
making sure, i dont realise

Moving her hands through my hair
i feel her caress filled with care

she plays with me making me quiver
almost sometimes making me shiver

I feel the warmth in her company
although she's cold herself to many

Engulfing me in herself
she makes me forget all within myself.

When all she does is make me please,
how much i want to say, thank you Ms. Breeze.

WALK...

And i walk, and i walk.
down the memory lane.

where i meet strangers known.
and known strangers too.


the seasons change.
from spring to winter
and winter to spring.

but the boulevard's still unchanged
though changed still a lot.

some lessons learnt
some unlearned

some given
more taken

some needed,
some not at all.

so i feel,
but not him.

as i propose
so does he dispose,

and i conclude

thats why he's him
thats why i am me.

as i walk back the lane
i see a mirror

to whom i ask
is it with me or is it with you?

RAIN

RAIN
rain, thy i did disdain,
rain from thy i did refrain,

but,
rain thy let me cry
rain thy hid me from the pry

rain thy woke the child in me
who i thought had died in me

rain, i feel sorry
for i thought always gory

rain, i thank thee,
for you let me forget the pain in me.