Thursday, January 29, 2009

I am no poet my dear


Sometimes my intellect challenges me
To quote my heart's desire 
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my feelings form words
To describe them as harsh swords
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my thoughts are raw
To lessen a bit of my sorrow
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my emotions are murky
To vent out the clouds that are smoky
But I am no poet my dear 

Sometimes my sentiments are lucid
To erase the sore that are acid
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my heart just vocalizes
To nurse the hurt that scandalizes
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my senses voice 
To degrade the loathe and have my choice
But I am no poet my dear

Sometimes my soul inks away
To record the vibes in its full sway
But I am no poet my dear

Words and byword mumble
Into a meaningful rumble
But I am no poet my dear

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I often wonder why I am this way..

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I enjoy the setting sun
Why do I appreciate the moon rise
Why do I get calm by the swift wind
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I like to watch the violent surf
Why do I cherish the view of the patient lake
Why do I love the sound of cascading stream
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I adore the snow peaked mountains
Why do I fall for the green landscape
Why do I appraise the picturesque nature
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I freek out when I am lonely
Why do I crave for lonliness when I am in crowd
Why do I always have to deal with these mood swings
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I sometimes ask silly questions
Why do I sometimes act like a crazy fool
Why do I sometimes behave a bit clumsy
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I often regret my decisions
Why do I generally lack self-confidence
Why do I rarely trust my judgement
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I not savor the blissful moments
Why do I crib over the woebegone days
Why do I sometimes remain so sore
Why why???

I often wonder why I am this way
Why do I always try to escape from love
Why do I not relsih the magic of life
Why do I still wish for more and more
Why why???

This is the way I am from the start
A little determined  and a lot more confused
A little naughty and a lot more charming
A little emotional and a lot more crazy
But my inquisition remains unanswered 
As still I often wonder why I am this way..
Why why???


Sunday, January 11, 2009

Sometimes & Othertimes

Sometimes I feel that I am in the top of this world
But othertimes I feel that I am the down trodden one

Sometimes I feel that I am amidst joy and happiness
But othertimes I feel that I am the one with sorrow and sadness

Sometimes I feel that I have the warmth of love in me
But othertimes I feel that I have been the one to be stone cold

Sometimes I feel that I have been bestowed with heavenly blessings
But othertimes I feel that I am the one who has never been blessed ever

Sometimes I feel that being myself has been the best thing in my life
But othertimes I feel that I am just one featherhead goofying around

Sometimes I feel that me and my luck go hand in hand
But othertimes I feel that I am the one who is star-crossed from the start

Sometimes I feel that I have the vigor, espirit and impulse of life
But othertimes I feel that my heart and soul are long gone  so now I am better off dead

Times change and so do feelings...
What remains is a blurr of happiness... 
A weather-beaten open wound of sadness...
And a huge bulk of eroded emotions...

 

Friday, January 2, 2009

I just wanna...


I just wanna sing a song today
Rap a tune of life, love and happiness 
Rock everyone with my medley and melody 
And then to it add a bit of my sweetness

I just wanna dance today
Stomp and caper, romp and hop
Dance to the tune of life and sway
And use life as my available prop

I just wanna fly today
Open my wings and soar high
Touch the glazed horizon and milky way
And enjoy my flight without a sigh

I just wanna laugh today
Crack jokes and make funny faces
Forget all my worries and laugh away
And add  liveliness to my dull senses

I just wanna be in love today
Live a moment of ecstacy and heavenly bliss
Be in my beloved's arms all day
And savour the passion in a exotic kiss

Me Vs Reality

Why did the sunshine not reach me
     When I was the one waking for it 
Why did the moon not shine on me
     When I was the one praising it
Are they just ignoring me...
    Or are they just enjoying it

Why did the breeze not cool me
     When I stood face to face with it
Why did the fire not warm me 
     When I wanted the warmth from it
Are they just playing games with me...
    Or are they just enjoying it

Why did the snow not moist me 
     When I like playing with it
Why did the spring not brighten me
     When I sang songs to glorify it
Are they just jeering at me... 
    Or are they just enjoying it

Why did words abandon me
     When I desired to stick to it
Why did tears dampen me
     When I never longed for it
Are they just teasing me...
   Or are they just enjoying it

Why did melody not rock me 
     When I wished to dance to it
Why did poetry not charm me 
     When I loved to flow with it
Are they just mocking me...
    Or are they just enjoying it

Why did love not gratify me
     When I had my heart on it
Why did life not content me 
     When I dreamt to subsist on it
Are they just sneering at me...
   Or are they just enjoying it

I Don't Know Why


I wished to fly like a bird
Spread my wings and touch the blue sky
But now the thought is just so weird
And believe me I don't know why

I desired to swim like the ducks
Floating angelic in the exotic spray
But now the idea just sucks
And belive me I don't know why

I longed to run as fast as a fawn
Feeling the breeze and to just run away
But now I am just another forlorn
And believe me I don't know why

I enjoyed walking in the rain
Getting wet and smiling all way
But now I am wet with tears and pain
And believe me I don't know why

I used to laugh like kids
Full of innocence and was once shy
But now I just cry for my deeds
And believe me I don't know why

I thought growing up was great
Doing what I want and having my own way
But now growing old is another fret
And believe me I don't know why

I believed to be loved
Is the most beautiful feeling full of ecsatcy
But now I am afraid of being loved
And believe me I don't know why

I wanted to savour life throughout
Spreading happiness, fun and joy
But now the idea seems to be old n out
And believe me I don't why