Merry Christmas…:)

There happens to be a smile

In every face and all the while

I am very fond of Santa with the beam of hope

To praise for the preserver

Of well-being of Mankind….!!!

Leisure by the Sea

Shadow of the last beach

Salty lips and the drowning surfs

A promise to make you wet

Denial for the last moment

A walk is enough

To see the vague light in the drowning waves

The promise to find some shells

And to raise them with shinning touch

It’s more than a dream

For an invitee unknown

With a care I never knew

Where sand had gone into slumbers

The wind had a great time

In a crowded boat

Where smiles dropped and raised

In a direction of known indifference

Retested history as glories of heights

With a bunch I love to have

Time was motionless

Lyrics remained soul searching for a day

The still virtual memories

Of soaring heights confronting the sun

Indebted for the crazy fun…!!!

Moments Revisited !!!

The moment I feel, I am getting stronger

And stronger, you said I have learned it by doing

The moment I got closer and closer to you

I realized, you had a touch in my mind

The moment I feel alone and alone

You made me remember the finest of time

I hope, I will never make you upset

Up to the breath I hold, the sign I left..!!!

Still "You" Stand Behind...!!!

Smiles dropped from a well-known mirror

Hard to believe that you can depart

Parting the times, we had long meetings…

Where you pronounced my name wrong time and again

I didn’t feel bad and I won’t ever…!!!

It’s you who taught us to be curious

In occasions of impossibilities

In directions of endlessness

Where life surrenders to learn all new lessons

Under the light of your brightest face

Heard a lot about you amidst a small mass

Who memoirs you for their own reasons

Felt like a deaf and dumb not to heed for anything what they uttered

Do you remember the hug you gave…?

In a birthday of early afternoon

People cheered for their adored beloved stranger…

Memories hunt against memories

With a sudden bolt of strangeness

In that world of yours, where

Immortality is the last deception

You will still remain with us

With your values intact

Seeking a name which passes from stares

It seems the dream is over….!!!

It seems the dream is over….!!!

Touching soul

Last set of words before i sleep...

Plenty of showers for a little heart

Departed ties appears unpredictable

Intensified faith lives afloat...

Captivity thrills...

Timelessness and triviality!!!

Attention seeks attention

Memories strengthens new found perfection

Falling out rocks and dust

Aspires to be waived

Where direction ends...

Strangeness remains amidst known expressions

Voices form a far moving shadow

Defiant of taking me back...

Where the life rests

Where eyes wails for eyes...

Unrest characterizes…

Under the disguise of blissful wrinkles

An interval sense a lot

Optimism for the last point, I breathe…

Tenderness in crisis

I tried to look through the window

Of a moving bus

A faint looking face with a body that resembles

Unquestioning the work

Small glass of tiny heights

Efforts to hold such glasses in those insignificant hands

Bare less as the slippers speaks

Seasons remains hardly meaningful

Crowd gathers and leaves like me

The same little hand extends with a grace unknown

Hope seeks to survive in a fancy

History unknown and stories untold

Memories betrayed in a sudden bolt of crisis

To end up in a struggle among masses

Fugitive cares with sympathy

In a state of rightful inheritance

The upbringing of distinct infancy

From the world where dogs struggles a space with others.

Homeward.....

In the dawn hour of a moving train

I discovered the green pastures and water patches

Burning colour of the distance plate

All alone to stand in a compartments face

No wonder i am not the first fortune for

The gossips of a lazy crowd

The fountain head of far curve

I wonder the place seems mine....

The time I went to single bed

All the creatures vanished under cover shelters

Some of them pulling the butt

Making unnecessary comments on their devotees thought

I wonder am not the first fortune for

The laugh over a ringing phone

The sudden cry of a sleeping lamb

Snoozing Mother breaks the fun...

They all set to abandon the toilet

To reach the place of grace

Some are cosy and some are lazy

But all hard to leave at the same pace...