Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Me in You

As the years pass,

A hated depart,

A part of me

lingering...In your head,

In your soul

try as hard,

throw it apart,

still I last,

right there...Inside of you,

In your sense.

The memories last,

Eat your heart,

feel my grip,

Invisible... I hang in you,

In your scent.

Look how far,

the mind has flown,

Emotions are seized,

resounding...to turn into words,

Aloud and afar.

Come as ahead,

Try to be splendid,

reflections will threat,

stealing...every smile of face,

past has its haunt.

your every move,

towards being new,

makes you believe,

hallucinating...the everlasting feeling,

you have a presence of me.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

REST IN PEACE


Pleasure fully the lines on hand-

Start and end the life as innate.

Like the time in womb-

My province gets roped,

The skin shrinks dry,

Blood chills in the veins,

Breath asphyxiate for imitated chord,

Blue takes the stride.

Abandonment and repose -

Reforms my life.

How similar be ,

the situations of birth and demise!

Yet , both hold an alteration-

A state of liberty,

Assigns their distinction,

One comes with vitality,

Latter endowed by mortality.