Rain

Rain-a season of joy
a reason to cry!
Rain-the time to enjoy
a moment to fly!
Rain-song for a lover
a memory to remember!
Rain-words for a poet
a mood to last forever!
Rain-the time to bloom
the shower of life!
Rain-wash of gloom
life without strife!
Rain-a sign of doom
the end of grim and old!
Rain-a sort of loom
weaving a future of gold!
Rain-few drops meeting an ocean
a flood of emotions?or illusion?
Rain-fall of heavenly waters!
the cause of waterlogging in lanes and gutter!!

Waiting

I stand by the window
looking at the grassy meadows
I am waiting.
I stand below the trees
closing my eyes to feel the sunshine
I am waiting.
I stand on the roof
looking at the distant land away
I am waiting.
I stand in a closed room
feeling the coldner of walls
I am waiting.
I am still waiting for the one
who is the dew drop on grasses
sunlight among the trees
who calls me from a distant land
and me, from the four wall he frees!
I am waiting.
But may not this wait
turn too late!
May not my tears turn dew drops of grasses
May not the sunlight be the fire
as my soul passes...
I am waiting,still waiting
To be loved with love whhich never pauses.

Not for me

Searching the earth
I lost what I had
What i got,
I lost in the sea!
Breathing the air,
I got fire in my heart ..
And I learnt ,the world is not for me!
Setting myself beneath the sky
I tried to be free...
Feeling the wind move fast above me,
I tried to reach hell!!
But even death was not for me.
Now am here standing
below the sky..
Below me the earth i can see..
Even fate has turned its face away
Noone knows what is for me!!
(May be purgatory)

Night....

When the sun goes down
And the stars twinkle out
I close my eyes to sleep..
Hoping not to see the twilight again…
But to soak in the dark night deep…
The moon light carries away…
The effect of night
Many lay unaware…
Many lay awake under the divine white….
Many lay awake
To breathe their last..
And I lay awake in the prison..in which am cast….
Then goes down the stars
And rises the sun!
Shame on my eyes and I cry for the dark…
The sun glows on my face red plum!
With my face turned off..
I wait for the end of the day…
On the dark bedroom with no air to breath I lay!
Then at the end when the sun goes down,
And the stars twinkle out
I close my eyes to sleep..
Hoping not to see the twilight again…
But to soak in the dark night deep…

Died Unsung

I am the bird who died unsung
whose life ended with a bung!
My want was to sing
To wake the flowers..
To ring the rusty bells with all powers!
I wanted to flutter around the bushels
and feel my body against the flowers!
But were are the bushels ,where are the flowers..???
It is there shadow ,which only hovers!!
The frost froze my beak
The thorns made me bleed..
My song remained unheard,
And life remained my need!
Chilled by frost,bled by thorn!
Why was I then actually born??
Perhaps to feel the air move out of my lung..
I am the bird who died unsung!!"