Through the fog

Sometimes I see my dreams blurring.
The leaves are busy romancing the winds,
The dew is kissing the beautiful flowers.
But me, I see my hopes mixing into the fog.

I wait for the sun to warm them.
The fog allures me into a dark hole unknown.
I resist, I fail.
I walk  without aim.

I'm vanishing.
My world is disappearing.
But what is this incessant murmur that I hear?
" Me. Me. Me."
My weary spirit chants.
And there it is, the break of my dawn!
A new journey. New rays shine along.
Through the storm I have climbed on.
I feel invincible having defeated the fog.

Just Let Me Be

Don't grieve when I'm gone,
I'm a dream. I'll live beyond.

I'm the wind that echo's through the trees.
I'm the gentle morning breeze.
I'm the dew of the morning dreams.
I'm the bud blooming in lush fields.

I'm the melody of your song.
I'm the sky, the limitless form.
I'm the warm sunshine filtering through crop.
I'm the tune on your lips, dancing along.

Don't grieve when I'm gone,
I'm a dream. I'll live beyond.

Just set me free.
Don't kill my spirit, don't steal my song.
Just let me be and I won't be gone for long!

Baby

Your sparkling, moist eyes are the world's most beautiful thing.
I wish I could fill them with wonderful stories and fairy-tale dreams.
Please can I fill them with a zoo of amazing things?

What do you stare at?
A dark ceiling of nothingness?
Figures of hatred  swarm around you - Spirits trapped in chaos.
You close your eyes and go back to sleep again.

Open your eyes to the starry night.
I'll rock you in a crib and love your gurgling smiles!
I'll cuddle you honey and sing you rhymes beyond time.

Wriggle your hands,
Wriggle free of all bindings!
You are the one born to be you...
Freedom is in your palms...
Welcome life into your arms!

Morning Glory

The creeper of passion grew,
Waking the mind of the artist...
That morning the purple blue bloomed...
In the sketches of His imagination he drew!

Now and Then

I burnt them all, old letters in a wastebasket.
From them reeked the smell of sorrow,
From them there was no hope of a brighter tomorrow.
It is a mystery, how my mind dies and takes birth again...
I wonder now and then.

Trapped in birth,
The present seems like a curse,
With no past and no present to bury into.
Swinging like a pendulum, my mind travels the sands of time, never dizzy...
I wonder now and then.

Where is the full stop.
A dot that begins where all ends,
So now I set old papers on flame...
Hope may not rise, may never be mine again.
At least, my name will stay in scars and black edges.
Flutter by on an eerie night on burnt letters.
Someone will catch a piece,
Someone passing by will place wonder in me....

Someone to whom my destiny,
Is a funny tragedy,
To be remembered every now and then.

The Candle

Image source: http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00ghalib/102/102_03.html

Standing in a pool of light,
Cast by her own dreams divine,
The Candle stands and shines.

The wind moves, the earth turns,
Sneaking from the window, the breeze returns...
Yet the candle burns.

Once young she romanced the flame,
Now old, she misses the game.
The flame is dying in distress.

"Candle glow, let me grow"
Let's not flicker, let us sizzle...
Through the night, make love to me...
I'm dying!

Hurt and Chocolate

When you are hurt, treat yourself with a nice chocolate. That is because, it is bitter and sweet at the same time. Solid and melting at the same time. And a hidden raisin suddenly comes as a surprise. Just like the blow that struck you suddenly. 


(P.S Injury is physical, Hurt is mental, I'm talking about hurt so do not confuse.)