Silence, how sweet are your words,
sweetness not found even in the sound of the birds.
But not always do we hear you speak,
for you ask for the ears of one who is humble and meek.
Even the deaf can listen to the words you say,
you talk to us through day, you talk to us through night.
Within you are hidden the mysteries we try to find,
mysteries left unsolved by the human mind.
We are too caught up in the river of life,
swimming through sorrow, struggling through strife.
We are so ignorant to the wisdom you wish to give,
help us to listen, teach us to live.
So that when we may rise to the light of a new day,
we may find you as a guide to show us the way.
... to be continued
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Tears, dear tears, tell me why do i cry?
why, at the slightest grief, you glitter in my eye.
When I am very happy you glow with a smile,
you fill my heart with memories which last more than a while.
But sometimes I wonder where do you go,
maybe to some place about which we will never know.
Or do you, deep down in our hearts hide,
and with the flow of smiles or sorrow with our words abide.
Tears, please be there in the corner of our eye,
and flow for someone, someday, when I die.
... to be continued
why, at the slightest grief, you glitter in my eye.
When I am very happy you glow with a smile,
you fill my heart with memories which last more than a while.
But sometimes I wonder where do you go,
maybe to some place about which we will never know.
Or do you, deep down in our hearts hide,
and with the flow of smiles or sorrow with our words abide.
Tears, please be there in the corner of our eye,
and flow for someone, someday, when I die.
... to be continued
As I look at the mirror, from the world I feel so apart,
They say I am a crazy man, I think from my heart.
Little instances across the day, things that should not even matter,
Are things that trouble me, and so they call me Alice’s Mad Hatter.
I wish I could talk to this man in the mirror, he just stands there looking tall,
I’d like to give him a piece of my mind and tell him I don’t like him at all.
He makes me feel attached to people I care,
He tells me its good your thoughts with friends to share.
He tells me that to live life as your own, as it never will happen again,
He tells me to be me, and all such advice, that always causes me heartache and pain.
And that’s when he ‘s silent, when I am much hurt, that’s when he never keeps score,
What do I do when I’m being me and no one wishes to hear me anymore?
I wish I could talk to this man in the mirror, he just stands there looking tall,
I’d like to give him a piece of my mind and tell him I don’t like him at all.
He looks back at me, no words does he say, just stares back at my eye,
A single drop of glitter rolls down his cheek, he still tries to smile and not cry.
And through that drop as I look back at him, a different image I see,
He is no stranger that I never met before, he’s just the real me.
The world doesn’t like him for he’s not that much fun, they feel he is quite apart,
For they think he is crazy, for he thinks only from his heart.
I cannot change this world, so I guess for some time, I’ll lock him and keep him away,
Hoping that the world will like to know that man in the mirror someday.
... to be continued
They say I am a crazy man, I think from my heart.
Little instances across the day, things that should not even matter,
Are things that trouble me, and so they call me Alice’s Mad Hatter.
I wish I could talk to this man in the mirror, he just stands there looking tall,
I’d like to give him a piece of my mind and tell him I don’t like him at all.
He makes me feel attached to people I care,
He tells me its good your thoughts with friends to share.
He tells me that to live life as your own, as it never will happen again,
He tells me to be me, and all such advice, that always causes me heartache and pain.
And that’s when he ‘s silent, when I am much hurt, that’s when he never keeps score,
What do I do when I’m being me and no one wishes to hear me anymore?
I wish I could talk to this man in the mirror, he just stands there looking tall,
I’d like to give him a piece of my mind and tell him I don’t like him at all.
He looks back at me, no words does he say, just stares back at my eye,
A single drop of glitter rolls down his cheek, he still tries to smile and not cry.
And through that drop as I look back at him, a different image I see,
He is no stranger that I never met before, he’s just the real me.
The world doesn’t like him for he’s not that much fun, they feel he is quite apart,
For they think he is crazy, for he thinks only from his heart.
I cannot change this world, so I guess for some time, I’ll lock him and keep him away,
Hoping that the world will like to know that man in the mirror someday.
... to be continued
To tell someone you love her, three words are all you need,
a moment stolen away from the world and a heart that would heed.
Three words so simple, even a child can spell,
Three words, though when she stands before you, are the hardest to tell.
For what if she thought those words were not from the heart,
What if she just turned her face and walked apart.
Or what if she told me, “I just don’t feel that way”,
What if she in her anger, took even my friendship away.
Or what if on hearing the words I speak,
Tears glisten her eyes, … is that what I seek?
No, not that, never, that’s the last thing I’d ever want to see,
For even though my love for her I treasure, she’s far more precious to me.
I love her with my heart and soul,
I want to tell her that she completes me; with her my life seems whole.
I want her to be my side, through joy and through strife,
I want to tell her I’ll keep her safe, she means more to me than my life.
I want to tell her a thousand things, nothing I wish to hide,
I want to tell her, my happiest moment, would be when she would be my bride.
My heart grows weary and scared, with each passing day,
What if, before I tell her, some prince just carries her away?
For pretty as she is like a flower, glittering in the sun beam,
Like each lovely maiden, even she would have a dream,
That some handsome prince on a royal steed would ride along her way,
Someone with a big castle, together where they could stay.
How could I compete with a dream so high?
For in today, I am just an ordinary man, however hard I may try.
I am building up a world of my own, each day part by part,
But standing against the prince of her dreams, today, all I can offer is my heart.
A heart that yearns to love and be loved by someone who is true,
Someone who won’t disappear like a dream, or like the morning dew.
What scares me again, is what if she likes me and in my life would like to stay,
But cannot trust me, or my love because of the past that has passed along my way.
What then can I tell her or do to make her believe that my love for her is true,
And that I can never love anyone more than her, no one old, no one new.
I only can hope and pray that she looks into my heart to see,
How precious and how dear she and her friendship are to me.
But all said and done, as that day when I tell her how I feel comes to an end,
I beg the Almighty on bended knees that we always be and remain friends.
For if I am doubly blessed, life would be wonderful with her as my bride,
But if not the will of GOD, I’d still always have a very dear friend, always by my side.
... to be continued
a moment stolen away from the world and a heart that would heed.
Three words so simple, even a child can spell,
Three words, though when she stands before you, are the hardest to tell.
For what if she thought those words were not from the heart,
What if she just turned her face and walked apart.
Or what if she told me, “I just don’t feel that way”,
What if she in her anger, took even my friendship away.
Or what if on hearing the words I speak,
Tears glisten her eyes, … is that what I seek?
No, not that, never, that’s the last thing I’d ever want to see,
For even though my love for her I treasure, she’s far more precious to me.
I love her with my heart and soul,
I want to tell her that she completes me; with her my life seems whole.
I want her to be my side, through joy and through strife,
I want to tell her I’ll keep her safe, she means more to me than my life.
I want to tell her a thousand things, nothing I wish to hide,
I want to tell her, my happiest moment, would be when she would be my bride.
My heart grows weary and scared, with each passing day,
What if, before I tell her, some prince just carries her away?
For pretty as she is like a flower, glittering in the sun beam,
Like each lovely maiden, even she would have a dream,
That some handsome prince on a royal steed would ride along her way,
Someone with a big castle, together where they could stay.
How could I compete with a dream so high?
For in today, I am just an ordinary man, however hard I may try.
I am building up a world of my own, each day part by part,
But standing against the prince of her dreams, today, all I can offer is my heart.
A heart that yearns to love and be loved by someone who is true,
Someone who won’t disappear like a dream, or like the morning dew.
What scares me again, is what if she likes me and in my life would like to stay,
But cannot trust me, or my love because of the past that has passed along my way.
What then can I tell her or do to make her believe that my love for her is true,
And that I can never love anyone more than her, no one old, no one new.
I only can hope and pray that she looks into my heart to see,
How precious and how dear she and her friendship are to me.
But all said and done, as that day when I tell her how I feel comes to an end,
I beg the Almighty on bended knees that we always be and remain friends.
For if I am doubly blessed, life would be wonderful with her as my bride,
But if not the will of GOD, I’d still always have a very dear friend, always by my side.
... to be continued
What is this love that everyone around talks about,
Was the question Rationality asked Emotions one day.
The mind smiled as my heart thought hard,
And after a few minutes, this is what it had to say.
Love is feeling, you feel for some one who is rare,
Someone who means the world to you, someone for whom you care.
With that someone special, each day seems bright and sunny,
Moments together are treasured through time, more valuable than money.
And then comes a time, for you in your life,
When you want her to be with you, when you want her to be your wife.
And then life will be as sweet as a song,
You will have her next to you always, through right and through wrong.
My heart felt proud at what it just said,
But my mind laughed, “You stupid Heart” he said.
“I know that in love you find your whole world in her smile,
And you feel like the King of the world, although just for a while.
But have you even thought of what the other side of this coin has to show,
What if she doesn't feel that way, what if she just says NO?
Then what will happen to your dreams, your castles of sand?
The world will call you a fool, your pain, no one will understand.
For she'll walk away from you, leaving behind a pain that will never end,
In your quest for true love, you'll also loose in her a friend.”
And as my mind finished this line, a tear dropped from my eye,
“You cannot catch the waves of the sea, “ my mind said,” then why do you try?”
My heart spoke up ” Listen to me O Mind, I know you consider me a fool,
But in life, a man should always try and never give up, is what they taught me at school.
For I would never have learned to walk as a child, if I always feared the fall,
The girl I love is so precious to me, so for her, I am willing to risk my all.
I know the prince charming she seeks forth in life, is what I may never be,
But I still hang by the thin thread of hope, that in me true love she'll see.
For you like the rest of the world don't realize that in love sometimes there can be pain,
But the magic of love is that never a single tear would ever be shed in vain.
The tears are proof of a love that's pure, a love that is kind and true,
It stands as a testament, that although she refused, she will always be precious to you.”
“I will never understand you,” said my mind to my heart, “you defy all logic today.
I stand by my views, and I know you won't change, so all I ask is this question today.
If you were to know that she wouldn't say YES,
If you were to know for sure, not just a guess.
If you were to know she doesn't feel the same,
If you were to know you cannot win in this game.
If you were to know that this would break your heart,
If you were to know that you'd be torn apart.
Would you still love her and ask her to be your wife?
Why would you not hate her for casing you so much strife?
My heart tried to smile again, as another tear dropped from my eye,
“Yes, I know, I will love her always, I just don't know WHY?
...to be continued
Was the question Rationality asked Emotions one day.
The mind smiled as my heart thought hard,
And after a few minutes, this is what it had to say.
Love is feeling, you feel for some one who is rare,
Someone who means the world to you, someone for whom you care.
With that someone special, each day seems bright and sunny,
Moments together are treasured through time, more valuable than money.
And then comes a time, for you in your life,
When you want her to be with you, when you want her to be your wife.
And then life will be as sweet as a song,
You will have her next to you always, through right and through wrong.
My heart felt proud at what it just said,
But my mind laughed, “You stupid Heart” he said.
“I know that in love you find your whole world in her smile,
And you feel like the King of the world, although just for a while.
But have you even thought of what the other side of this coin has to show,
What if she doesn't feel that way, what if she just says NO?
Then what will happen to your dreams, your castles of sand?
The world will call you a fool, your pain, no one will understand.
For she'll walk away from you, leaving behind a pain that will never end,
In your quest for true love, you'll also loose in her a friend.”
And as my mind finished this line, a tear dropped from my eye,
“You cannot catch the waves of the sea, “ my mind said,” then why do you try?”
My heart spoke up ” Listen to me O Mind, I know you consider me a fool,
But in life, a man should always try and never give up, is what they taught me at school.
For I would never have learned to walk as a child, if I always feared the fall,
The girl I love is so precious to me, so for her, I am willing to risk my all.
I know the prince charming she seeks forth in life, is what I may never be,
But I still hang by the thin thread of hope, that in me true love she'll see.
For you like the rest of the world don't realize that in love sometimes there can be pain,
But the magic of love is that never a single tear would ever be shed in vain.
The tears are proof of a love that's pure, a love that is kind and true,
It stands as a testament, that although she refused, she will always be precious to you.”
“I will never understand you,” said my mind to my heart, “you defy all logic today.
I stand by my views, and I know you won't change, so all I ask is this question today.
If you were to know that she wouldn't say YES,
If you were to know for sure, not just a guess.
If you were to know she doesn't feel the same,
If you were to know you cannot win in this game.
If you were to know that this would break your heart,
If you were to know that you'd be torn apart.
Would you still love her and ask her to be your wife?
Why would you not hate her for casing you so much strife?
My heart tried to smile again, as another tear dropped from my eye,
“Yes, I know, I will love her always, I just don't know WHY?
...to be continued
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Life seemed long, but the day was new,
Dreams a many, with hopes though few.
I woke up at the chime, and wondered for some time.
Why do I feel this way, is there something special about today?
And then it struck me, Oh how could I forget?
It’s the 8th January - You guys are still clueless, I bet!
Well don’t seem surprised with that look on your face,
Only to me is this day special from all the other days.
Its exactly 3 years since I met that special someone,
The love of my life, who made life so much more fun.
With moments to share, with someone beloved who cares.
To hold someone’s hand, a magic only few would understand.
To love that special woman, and to be loved back in return,
Are blessings from above that every young heart would yearn.
And so I got off my bed, there’s lots to prepare,
Being late is not for today, I ‘d rather not dare.
Lets pick her up from work, by 4 should be fine,
A movie, a walk through the park, and a sweet place to dine.
She loves pink roses, and chocolates and wind chimes,
But most of all, she always says, is together spending some time.
But just then my eyes went on the cracked photo-frame by the door,
Of when she walked out, saying she loved me no more.
Oh that’s something that just slipped my mind,
Of moments that hurt, of a life left behind.
A single drop of tear, glistens beside my coffee cup,
Its just another day again, the sun’s on his way up.
Ready for work, and out of the door,
Welcoming a new day, on a quest for more.
But time goes on and its not all just strife. . .
Its all part of this wacky adventure called a “The Common Man’s Life”
Dreams a many, with hopes though few.
I woke up at the chime, and wondered for some time.
Why do I feel this way, is there something special about today?
And then it struck me, Oh how could I forget?
It’s the 8th January - You guys are still clueless, I bet!
Well don’t seem surprised with that look on your face,
Only to me is this day special from all the other days.
Its exactly 3 years since I met that special someone,
The love of my life, who made life so much more fun.
With moments to share, with someone beloved who cares.
To hold someone’s hand, a magic only few would understand.
To love that special woman, and to be loved back in return,
Are blessings from above that every young heart would yearn.
And so I got off my bed, there’s lots to prepare,
Being late is not for today, I ‘d rather not dare.
Lets pick her up from work, by 4 should be fine,
A movie, a walk through the park, and a sweet place to dine.
She loves pink roses, and chocolates and wind chimes,
But most of all, she always says, is together spending some time.
But just then my eyes went on the cracked photo-frame by the door,
Of when she walked out, saying she loved me no more.
Oh that’s something that just slipped my mind,
Of moments that hurt, of a life left behind.
A single drop of tear, glistens beside my coffee cup,
Its just another day again, the sun’s on his way up.
Ready for work, and out of the door,
Welcoming a new day, on a quest for more.
But time goes on and its not all just strife. . .
Its all part of this wacky adventure called a “The Common Man’s Life”
Friday, January 5, 2007
Life seemed long, but the day was new,
Dreams a many, with hopes though few.
I woke up in my bed, last night’s vodka still in my head.
All efforts once again in vain, the clock said I’ll be late to work again.
Off from my home, through rickshaws and buses,
Packed like sardines in local trains with a crowd of 1000 fusses.
Walking into office planning what’s today’s reason to say,
Just to learn that Boss called an early URGENT meeting today.
The knock at the Board Room door, I could almost feel the heat,
“Oh so you’ve finally arrived” says my boss, my heart skips a beat.
To take your seat and try to gather the crums,
And try to ignore the shady comments from some of the bums.
2 hours of brain- storming, but yet most of it a waste.
Decisions are taken based on the last 5 minutes and that too in haste.
Its lunch time by then, time to grab a bite,
Hustling ones way through the cafeteria frenzy, it no less than a fight.
Back to your cubicle, in 20 minutes sharp,
To still find the Big Kahuna standing there, like a devil with a harp.
5 new plans to implement, in 5 different ways.
And all this needs to be done by the end of the day.
So I set my schedule, lets get it done by 4,
At 3:40, the Big Guy calls me up to say, “lets re think these plans once more”.
Back at my desk, a little banging of the feet,
3 hours of dedicated hard work and a SHIFT & DELETE.
Back in his cabin, new thoughts floating in the air,
He goes off on his tangents, leaving us pulling our hair.
The meeting ends a minute before 7,
Which means with these new plans, I’ll be working again till 11.
Walking out of office, back in the train,
Too late for dinner, its Take Out food once again.
As I lie on my bed, I hear the street dogs howl,
As I ponder for a few minutes on my lifestyle of an owl.
Trrriinnggg! Goes the clock, its another new day again,
With a 100 new experiences ready to drive me insane.
But time goes on and its not all just strife. . .
Its all part of this wacky adventure called a “The Common Man’s Life”
. . . to be continued
Dreams a many, with hopes though few.
I woke up in my bed, last night’s vodka still in my head.
All efforts once again in vain, the clock said I’ll be late to work again.
Off from my home, through rickshaws and buses,
Packed like sardines in local trains with a crowd of 1000 fusses.
Walking into office planning what’s today’s reason to say,
Just to learn that Boss called an early URGENT meeting today.
The knock at the Board Room door, I could almost feel the heat,
“Oh so you’ve finally arrived” says my boss, my heart skips a beat.
To take your seat and try to gather the crums,
And try to ignore the shady comments from some of the bums.
2 hours of brain- storming, but yet most of it a waste.
Decisions are taken based on the last 5 minutes and that too in haste.
Its lunch time by then, time to grab a bite,
Hustling ones way through the cafeteria frenzy, it no less than a fight.
Back to your cubicle, in 20 minutes sharp,
To still find the Big Kahuna standing there, like a devil with a harp.
5 new plans to implement, in 5 different ways.
And all this needs to be done by the end of the day.
So I set my schedule, lets get it done by 4,
At 3:40, the Big Guy calls me up to say, “lets re think these plans once more”.
Back at my desk, a little banging of the feet,
3 hours of dedicated hard work and a SHIFT & DELETE.
Back in his cabin, new thoughts floating in the air,
He goes off on his tangents, leaving us pulling our hair.
The meeting ends a minute before 7,
Which means with these new plans, I’ll be working again till 11.
Walking out of office, back in the train,
Too late for dinner, its Take Out food once again.
As I lie on my bed, I hear the street dogs howl,
As I ponder for a few minutes on my lifestyle of an owl.
Trrriinnggg! Goes the clock, its another new day again,
With a 100 new experiences ready to drive me insane.
But time goes on and its not all just strife. . .
Its all part of this wacky adventure called a “The Common Man’s Life”
. . . to be continued
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