A girl in the sun....

This gril stands here,her head covered with a torn clotheheat of sun consumed by her soul with deep breathsshe looks for some shade,however fails, someone comes and stands besides hershe looks at the new face and turns her face away,... she knows the rules she needs to obey,deep inside she makes a conversation with this strangersilently,she plays out her smile and rhythmic nods that would have followed,she imagines herself being somewhere else,on a fairytale itinerary with the stranger she knows she can't knowher emotions hidden flex on her face,she tries to hide,her head moves and she rearranges the headcoveran effort she knows is just in vain,this stranger is real stranger to this land,he wants to talk to this girl in sun,her simple beauty enchants him truly,he asks her somethings,girl looks up and looks at the face so vibrant talking to her,she listens but her nods don't play out as she imagined,there are stares staring her as they always haveshe doesn't say anything,she hs so much to say though,stanger now walks away,she imagines if he could stay for a while longersilenced she stays silent,losing a string again she could have found,perhaps she knew it all along,and sun still shines and she is standing there,head just half covered,waiting...

I look into his eyes and discern loyalty

he does not talk like the talking we do

he says something which only i can understand....

he is staring and i am trying to concentrate at something but he is fixed on me

he is not letting me work

i give him a weary look but he is unmoved....

i don't want to submit to his stubborn ways of stopping me from reading and respond to his silent but persuasive questions

i send him outside but he is unmoved...

i plead don't look at me or i will fail

he is unmoved like an age old rock which refuses to move

and then i fail again

but i love his eyes for he is innocent

he is loyal i know it defies words

words were never conceived for it

and i am happy i get up and respond to him

he is a memory which will never fail me....

humans have failed me

but he is stronger than them.....

he never left me and never will

he does not carry the frailties and trivialties of human love and bonding

he never said he would be loyal

but loyalty and strength he is born with...

he is a memory which will never grow old..

a mouse fading away......

WORDS

A mother carresses her child and tell,''Don't you ever make right things wrong in life dear child''.

The child does not understand the magnanimity of the words mom told but he still tries to remember the words so that when he is grown up he can figure out what it was meant to mean..And right now he is comfortable in mom's lap...Mom puts the child to sleep and when child opens his eyes he seems to have grown real big.. But he can recollect the exact words of his mom..And still wondering what mom meant..

Years have passed and...Now he regrets that he should have asked mom what it meant rather than falling asleep in that cozy comfort...That moment lapsed and how he was in that deep slumber never realising how many rights he made wrong in life...And now it feels nobody knows what it was supposed to mean...Mom could have explained it better!!!!

today i woke up into the thoughts of something very precious in my life...something which was just the second me... morning silence was never so hurtful the way it sounds now...lies for me always seemed to be just child's business for stealing a toffee or some chocolate cream from the cupboard till now...sometimes we are just not conscious enough to know about the things that are awaiting us... are not grown enough to understand that things have different meanings for different people or perhaps words are just too hollow and empty to ever carry any weight for the few around us...darkness is too eerie and irksome for me and darkness scares me...i am in dark...dark of a bright shining lie...and that something seems to have lost in this dark....will i ever get that something back....something that was too precious for me...something that was just second me...

hey jude somethings should never change~~

Hey Jude lyrics
Songwriters: Mccartney, Paul; Lennon, John;

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Na na na, na na, na na na na

Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you? Hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Na na na, na na, na na na na, yeah

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
Better, better, better, better, better, oh!

Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,

cut holes in it,and called it a human being.

Since then,its been wailing a tender agony

of parting,never mentioning the skill

that gave it life as a flute,

blah blah

i was talking of the wonders of stars written forever on the wall of the sky..they may go back zillion years but they are unerased never can they turn back on themselves never hidden in the darkness that stare behind...wonder if the our words were like stars never unwritten never forgotten and never hidden in the times past....and i talk of wonder of moon growing and dying in a circle of days with scars and infirmity of death all so real to it just like a human..giving light and still aware not deceiving its existence that its taking light for its life...i wish humans were same...human enough like a moon to know they are leading to eventual fall why not bring light to others...the promised one with the first day of their conception and why not try to shine even at the faintest hour of their existence...

written in blank but voice of the two

I wish I was a blank and my lines never written

hidden words in blank i wish i was and written in words but still unfilled

the lines conceptualised in nothingness and personified in my emptiness.

a blank am I yet not a blank

silent void in someones soul and uttered in love in someones heart

a blank i am still unfilled

shred my blankness and revert my emptiness,

let me live in the nothingness I was when I never was

let me be the blank that need no erasing,

let me be the nothingness that need not be spoken

let me be the silent void that need not be written

let me be the words never seen in the painless sky never in darkness lit behind

let me be a poem of blank unfilled let me be a chant of nothingness

i am the quote of saints untold i am the flurry of winds unfluttered unflown

i am blank still not blank i am silent still silenced i am not

i am the blank written unwritten erased still not dead..

i am the blank of life's red

I will swim in the tides of time before time knew it was time,

I will dance in black holes and sing with supernovas.

In tiny fragments of atoms I will be broken

destined to a life of disintegration and pull.

I will be everything that can ever be if only I would be a blank.

And these lines would never be written :

Thomas Moore

Believe me if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away!
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose!

~~softly dancing~~

softly dancing raindrops speak of the journey they made...

a free fall in the laws of gravity with no other options but to head to an eventual fall

to mingle with the sands of time and go deep in the womb of earth with nothing but

a deep downward journey without halt till heat of sun evaporates it again to life in skies...

with few rendevous with clouds and winds of life and again a free fall.....

and how i feel an uncanny resemblance to a raindrop's life to life we live...

if physics of human life could be different from physics that govern the nature???

after all god that is supposed to be the creator of all that is seems to be just as frail and weak as we humans are....

even he couldn't surmount the desire for a symmetry we humans are so in love with...

and i wish if raindrops could fly...or if i could fly!!!!

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

The day will come when, after harnessing space, the winds, the tides and gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And on that day, for the second time in the history of the world, we shall have discovered fire.

shades that love weaves~~~

i wish i was a bird..with feathers of joy

and wings red yellow with colours of love..

i would see the heavens from so near

and feel their touch and hear them clear...

i would be in the midst of clouds sleeping on their milky white cushions...

i would lose my memories flowing over the vastness of the oceans...

i would fear no borders...

would cross them over again and again

to reach the places without any orders...

and i won't suffer from any human disorders.....

i would feel the warmth of trees..with wind on my wings

mountains as abodes on my lonely swings...

i would build a nest of lovely leaves

with the home in the midst of shades that love weaves....