Stir my soul...

The sun's setting, we sit watching,

the golden rays, falling, your face glowing,

it's not a dream, but so it seems...

when you turn, smile, and stir my soul...

We keep walking, keep gazing,

our eyes do the talking, you keep hiding,

behind moonbeams, you don't seem real,

when you run, for awhile, and stir my soul...

Beside me, you sit, my heart's lit,

talk till the end, lend me your hand,

script another story, pretty lady, for 

when you dance, you stir my soul...

Those Hazel eyes...

Those hazel eyes, how they conquered
a soul so fast, had no time to realize,
I had already fallen, deep into the abyss of joy
Those hazel eyes, oh! How they conquered...

Those hazel eyes, every time I looked into them,
I lost myself, somewhere, everywhere, nowhere,
I had no clue that you would come out of the blue,
Those hazel eyes, oh! Every time I looked into them...

Those hazel eyes, they said so many things and
took me far beyond the realms of time, I wondered
if God has sent me another lifeline...
Those hazel eyes, oh! They said so many things...

Those hazel eyes, in them,
I found the garden of Eden,
Oh! Those hazel eyes, I'll love you forever
my beautiful maiden...

This world is a lie...

The truth hides somewhere, somewhere
I can never dig my way through,
the alley seems longer, longer
than I can make my way through,
the wounds refuse to heal and I'm
left to die, till I realize, this world is a lie...

I try to fight, fight
my way along, on my knees
I try to crawl, crawl
to reach the treasure chest,
the end is near and as I see
the birds fly, I realize, this world is a lie...

My mind wanders, wanders
back to the past,
My heart beats faster, faster
but it's only the last,
As I take my last breath and the love
for you dies, I realize, this world is a lie...

The Fire Still Burns!

I stand in the doorway and
the wind blows into my face,
The fire's still burning, but
I feel no warmth, as I watch you go

Minutes ago, I was holding you
so tight, I thought...
I would never let you go, and minutes later...
you decide it's time to go...
the fire's still burning baby.. but
I feel no warmth, as I watch you go...

I fall down, writhe in pain...
Pick me up baby, the fire's still burning...
Where's the love gone? I plead..
The fire still burns babe...but
I feel no warmth, as I watch you go..

As I watch the black satin vanish, and
the last drop of tear hits the ground,
For one last time baby, say to me..
that you love me, I'll find comfort in pain...
It's then I decide, the fire will burn forever
though I'll feel no warmth, as I let you go...
And as I let you go....

Lost love...

High in the skies, birds flying high
following their dreams or true lies
Dreams of clay in my misty eyes
Watch them leave into the horizon, I cry...


When I fell for you, did I ever know
that I would stand frozen in three inch snow
Three years passed, but I could never say no
Is this my insanity or my ego?


Times have passed, things have changed
and the love seems stronger, isn't it strange?
Distant doesn't make us apart, but
a way to unite souls and hearts...


I still see the birds in their flight to freedom
and hope to see you soon
I'll find you my friend
This is an ode to you my 'lost love'.....


p.s: well, I found this poem written in one of my old diaries so thought of posting it...comments are welcome...

Ode To Love 2

From the depth of the seashore
You came and took my breath away
Gave me love and made me sway
With your majestic smile
Now shattered dreams, I only have
But still stand steel
And I'll always make you feel
that 'I love you' with zeal
Life may fade away, love will not,
coz dreams are there to comfort me
You will always be that Freja
Who gave me a feeling of Deja Vu.....



P.S :- Someday, somewhere, together we will be baby
I'll take and u'll take your time
W'll wait for our fate
coz nobody owns us baby...... goes the famous song by MLTR
I pray u always remain happy...alwaz make the right choices..
Good Luck and God bless you....

The Resurrection

She was weeping,her wails drown
the thunder,sweeping accros
the city streets,at a loss..
Three,two,one,the countdown
to an end,the sight of her son,
lying in a pool of blood,
conscious faces gaze and sigh...

Thirteen nights before,his first birthday
Gifts of chilled memories showered today
Frozen,she picks his severed arms
and flungs it towards the thousand germs,
gathered around the gory sight,
Sirens blare,red everywere,
but the resurrection still awaits...

Than he picks himself up,
watches his mother cry,he
feels her hand,but numb is her head,
Comes to me,I wipe his tears
We fly to a distant land
of white doves and a golden hand,
all the time praying,
give peace a chance....




P.S:-This poem is dedicated to the people who lost their lives in the recent Assam serial blasts..RIP...readers are welcome to post their valuable comments...