DECEIVING LIFE

Deceiving Life

Driven by constant hope

We live each moment of our life

We are taught to dig out the scope

And never to let ourselves down with strife.

We believe it going to get better

We feel that fate can nvr be that cruel

But then at the end of the day?s clutter

We realise it was nothing but a cold, messy gruel

Like the generations before us

We were deceived

It was like a bus we never caught

Something denied after an ever-lasting wait

When u turn to the last page of likfe

You realise there was nothing miraculous in there

It was a long drama of misery

With intermissions of happiness?

-a dejected soul

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Grand Mother's Hand

Grand Mother's Hand

My Grandmother?s Hands they are very nice

The hands which spank my butt only twice

Those hands that are so simple

Those hands which made my tears trickle

Hands which are powerful and strong

Those hands which have taught me right from wrong

Hands like I hadn?t seen before

Hands which are not needed anymore

Her voice is all that now needs to be heard

Because I have come to trust Grandmother?s word!!!

Light and Dance

Light And Dance

Light dancing through the window

wakes me up to another day?

to be passed in full consciousness

of the seconds the minutes the hours?

the day?sublime.

I learn helplessness, I lose productivity,

the consciousness of the ticking clock gulps me.

I forget what is timeless,

what is the color of the day;

the only things I produce

are digestive enzymes and semen.

Even the thoughts have turned into reminiscence.

I welcome the night.

The night that escapes the day

and put me to sleep, not beyond clockwork

as the hourly gongs pierce my skull,

the appreciation of the morning alarm

increases as the night draws close.

But the minutes and the seconds dance

in the production house of my dreams.

I travel in a train

sitting beside my pretty child,

my sweet one, I hold her hand

and come down innumerable steps.

In dreams we hold hands in the crowd.

We dance like fireflies

we dance till the last muscle burn out

and she falls down before me,

I?m still strong and young,

I carry her in my arms

to a place where we can fly.

But I must fly alone.

This poem starts the countdown

from 30, and I?ll be gone

leaving behind the hatred for the day

and submission into the night

my pretty child, my sweet one.

The hourly gongs sometimes startles

me in the morning I?m just awake

shaking dreams from my hair

writing the poem.

Freezing Night

Freezing Night

I was moving with a couple of thoughts

Straight to the market with steady trots

Hustle bustle of the market shaked my head

To bring a doll, that she loved the best

Or was it a hat, on which she protest

I was moving with a couple of thoughts

Straight to the market with steady trots

My wife asked for flowers with buds newborn

To look beautiful she wants herself to adorn

Oh ya ! i had to take medicine for my father

He must be waiting for me rather

I was moving and moving in a shimmering night

To fulfil my daughter?s plight

Further was waiting for me a mishap

There was a BLAST when i openend the flap

I was moving and moved so far

My friends and family now looks me in a star

My daughter still waiting holding my pic so tight

Still on the terrace on that freezing night?

In search of peace

In The Sun Of Space

I saw the sun rise on the mountains high,

Its pale light gleaming in the sky.

Shining peaks with pearl white glow,

And melting of snow with a sigh.

I saw the sun set on the sea shore,

Heard the sea?s various pirates? lore.

Saw the ships sailing by,

With the flag on mast and the captain at door.

I saw various streams gurgling by,

With stones and pebbles as their ally.

Waiting to reach their ultimate goal,

With no fear and ready to die.

I saw the dunes: hot and dry,

Heard the fiery reputation they occupy.

Was out there in the scorching sun,

Running after a mirage with a heart-rending cry.

I saw the meadows on starry night,

Walked under the moon in twilight.

Saw the great bear on the pitch black sky,

Tried to understand the dark when all was quite.

I saw the rain soaking the field,

Black dark clouds forming the guild.

Saw the poor farmer?s smiling face,

In hope of a very good yield.

I saw everything in bloom and in decline,

But I didn?t find the peace divine.

At the very last I came back to my home,

There I found peace and a place that is surely mine.

Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful Eyes

This pair of small eyes,

Help in saying big things,

Love not expressed from lips,

Is confessed by a wink.

At any place in the world,

Her eyes keep searching for me,

Sparkle of her eyes is moved to her lips,

After she finds me.

Each feeling of her heart,

Is said by eyes of hers

Whenever I leave her,

Droplets of water stroll down in form of tears.

Can always find,

Unconditional love for me in her eyes,

Confirming the thought to be true,

That the pair never says lies.

I have a feeling,

She has a straight heart to eye connection,

As she expresses everything, by her eyes,

That?s needs to be mentioned.

When I can?t find her eyes around me,

Don?t know what happens to my day,

Smile from my visage,

Remains at bay.

In the night when I lie on a gathered hay,

Under the starry layer of the endless worlds,

I trace your eyes in the maze of stars,

Like a pattern laid out by two beautiful pearls.

This pair of small eyes,

Help in saying big things,

Love not expressed from lips,

Is confessed by a wink

It takes only a minute

It Takes Only A Minute

it hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is more painful is to never have the courage to let that person know how you feel. Don’t go for looks; they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone,an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone..

Seasons In The Sun

Seasons In The Sun

Seasons In The Sun

Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall?.

Surprises and joys?hidden in All?.

A strange warmth, within the winter chills..

Oh, the bewitching pictures?of snow-clad hills !

A burst of colours?as the Spring flowers appear,

Like rainbows on petals…here,there? and everywhere !

Energy and sunshine..?the Summer brings,

A long vacation !.?among other things.!

Autumn arrives..with its quiet charm?

Leaves jump for joy?..and lie arm in arm..

Seasons come..and Seasons leave?.

New visions to see?new dreams to weave !!

When You Fall In Love

When You fall in Love with someone,

Don’t think just start enjoying it.

Because after some time.

You will not be in position to enjoy anything

Freeman’s Mill

     The old mill long had closed its door

  the rotting wheel would turn no more

no grain to grind, no country stores

where old men sat, told stories, swore…

And rocks that formed the waterfall

became the playground for us all

on summer days, it beckoned, called

beneath the old mill’s rotting walls….

The chill of water, mountain-fed

awakened spirits, long since dead

where millers’ children once were fed

on banks upon which lovers wed.

And yet i hear the echoes still

where laughter of the children filled

those rotting walls upon the hill

‘twas once the home to Freeman’s Mill….

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