God's grace

Many a tasks kept aside 
to do some day, 
that day not yet has arrived..


while unending words
stand to pray and 
ready to  capture a poet's mind..


before each vaporized, 
brought forth to write 
a rarest thought divine..


its grace of God 
that makes one write, 
hoping lives to ever shine.. 

God serves you your due..

Comparing love to an old pair of shoes being replaced by another!
When one thinks that way he's more aware of his own opinion
What he does to others with whom he shares love along the way
Sad but it happens now and then but one finally realizes in the end
All are like a worn out pair of shoes to be replaced for all times
It takes time, effort, will power to mend, rejuvenate your relation
Keep on giving endless love having faith in your own remedy and actions
In no time you're gifted with all that you've given away and much-
much more only because your patience pays bringing to a safe shore
When comfort comes before love and we give up easily for new
Still before you fail and leave, try your best till God serves you your due
Those who complain and cry I think they never truly try their best efforts

didn't stay!

genuine is hidden?
genuine not apparent?
felt and felt and felt
a stupid deed
only for you to feel
when the world denies
and you still hold on
later realize you're made 
deliberately forlorn
what should be your reaction
false hopes and dreams
with nothing in real to hold on
a never fulfilled anticipation
never to move on 
people laugh at you or 
you laugh at your sorrows
pretending all is normal
I never want to live 
a fake moment when 
I cannot face myself 
always courage to
face my fears 
dare to say
yes I loved 
but, 
he didn't stay!

a gift from God forever...

your presence
you make me feel
beyond reach
as if to teach
tough lessons
to a hard learner
who has learnt
through own ways
fallen prey
been betrayed
still alive
reason?
a mate who 
stands by her
never judging
is a gift 
from God 
forever...
who does best
to keep happy :)

Learn the rules to break them

Remain neutral 
Don't say anything
They may obey or go astray
We've no role, nothing
We're on duty
To earn wages
Eyes blind
Minds shut
Slaves of power
They're united
They may be right 
They are there to decide
Who has time to find out
They have their rights
They're aware
Something uneased my mind
I was at discomfort
Bottled up thoughts
They said I would be locked up
I wish I could go further
Stand tall and bring a new light
Unbiased world I pray for
Some day God will surely guide..

lost in dark

dark dingy room of a mental ward
a patch of light enters through a high wall
sits with a book of psychiatry in her hands
to know what exactly goes on at the level of brain
what goes up and what goes down, feelings ashamed
these neurotransmitters put to blame
to perfect her world done an imperfect deed
savior for many how could she let her younger
one to bleed 
heart, mind, soul all left her at the time she stood
under the hot sun with a blanket wrapped around did no good
pitied not by a single mortal she lost one out of two sons
a gory mother happens in this crazy world after futile stressful runs
lost laments vaporize everywhere light enters to clear the past
days move on world moves on heaviness breeds new heeds
awareness of conscience twists and bends breaks await
a kind hearing a helping hand and lots of compassion

Last days

Last days 
How do I know these are the ones
I'm still fit for my age
No ailments to down my pace
Do all chores by myself
Social and active to the hit
Laugh a lot
Smile and play with kids
Hobbies in my reach
Gospels learnt sometime to preach
Anyhow, it seems these are my last days
I'm making a long list of 'to-do'
And it's not finishing
I'm too busy to worry
I'm too happy to complete all things
May be today is the last day
Who knows
This feeling remains 
As every moment I pray

Dark sun

Morals, principles, values, 
Anything more?
Ya, give them all to me
With me they're safe n' secure
You feel still I behave uproar
I'll not utter a word
I'll keep my word for sure
Hey, just listen
Expectations from me only?
See, I'm following it truly
Don't you feel my sadness
The mourning under dark sun
You peep in when I'm lying
My sobs make my heart burn
You're an aware unaware 
Making my future, a strict guardian
In years to come
I'll miss your concern
I too want to be free
I too want to have all fun
I'm the only girl it seems
You've your control
Some day I'll go far from you
And have good memories of you none..

i'm from the reserved..n need alwayz

throttled on the way
not supposed to say
what remains true
why they ask 
why they beg
their rights
their comfort
their place
all the way
give them
on the plate
thankless their due
no one left against
still they need more
imbalanced society
cries casteism
who cares progress
downhill all roll
selfish gains of votes
who'll change blame
time to arrive
when all should strive
no work only shouts
slogans with banners
reservations to claim
we need posts with
higher education
we donno work
we don't want to
be felt ashamed
we'll remain the same
(no matter all be done
for us)  as we were
in yesteryears..
oh, we are the reserved
and will need always!

yes, i did

think me wrong or right
what i said led to fight
i've seen this happening
pen for me is my might
wanna see now, 
what can they do
i'm always there to prove
what i said was to make
him go and read not to
lengthy letter write Ok
so i allow them to do 
what they think is best
can prove me wrong
only if candidate in exams
answers his best, i think 
trouble waits for me but
will not approach me
yes, i did..
see your name some place

Same here

I feel exactly as you
Don't know much
What to do
Maybe I should
Again be me
As I was without
You,
Let me try at least
I'll do my best
Not to come to you
May be it'll work
At least you n I
know what we
went through
Who on earth
but we can only 
justify our deeds
God bless you

don't think Me!

I had not to go out there
To see what your mind 
Has put forth me to see
Who has precious time
For you to love you so
Dearly, Hilarious isn't it?
Self obsessed illusory
Being assuring himself,
Nah..planning to build
Platform others can see
Sounds artificial, Real is
You n' Me..
BTW whoz spamming 
Your inbox loving you
Forever, Never met once
I'm sure, 
Don't you ever think, Me!
That gal(u) is affecting your
fans, in fact damaging image
I know, You Love All ;-)
Stop her (urslf)!

Come soon....

Evening's longer shadows under lamp posts and you
Wanna know the intensity with which I miss(d) you
Just look at yourself at the show your tears declared
For the first time in years to the world watching you
Unexpectedly I stumbled that scene and believed it, 
All meant me though your admission is a rarity as us
When again touched those scenes they'ere long gone
Still keep recapitulating in my mind comforting me
For the rest of journey that misery wasn't my alone
Someone lies a lot or I'm not able to get the truth?
Night waits your arrival in my eternal dreams, 
Come soon....

Don't do that again

These paths were not known before
My friend asked me why were you not sure
I said I was waiting for him to come and say
And had full faith will come before he goes away
But it didn't happen as the last day arrived but he
didn't say That last day has changed my whole
life I don't trust anyone any more don't rely on 
my instincts and confirm everything before I do 
It seems he's habitual of creating illusion and 
flying away without a second thought for any 
one to think and say It seems I see him again
This time in heavens as he says this earth has 
no place forever to let us meet How easy it's
for him to play with anything which comes 
across his mind field He's in the  world of 
words and sarcasm seems his prime mode causing
pain to enter words sent into space hoping they 
land at right place Then I see a prayer for me to 
see a beautiful heart, Will I really see the changes, 
a consistency commitment in them or I'll be again 
made to hide behind those curtains of anguish where 
I've to search for reasons to find words to weave
into strings to give better meaning to moments 
swiftly passing by Not hoping much from anyone!  

A perfect mystery man!

What you wanna show by cheap display of yours
Does a real relationship need such presentation
You're not only putting me to trial..In a way
you're showing your own mental make up
Maybe you don't care maybe you care every sec
I can see beyond those conversations Tell me,
aren't they phony ones having no weight just to 
see if jealousy is what makes me feel down
Don't you think I'm in another dimension where
it should not affect me grown up as you are
The flow of emotions has vanished somehow
and I feel the material for writing is enough for you
and me Matters less what you do with your life
I do pity you personally as you lag behind still 
playing those teenager pranks which every one of 
our age has left behind If it does add to your life
Who am I to say something..I promise I'm on my way
not looking back to see what you say or do, it all only
shows what actually are you..A perfect mystery man!

I'll rest in peace

Yes considerate friend
That is what you call 
your name 
Your close to none but one
who writes there Its none
of my business to poke
my nose in what you do 
or claim 
I'm definitely at loss 
may be you are at gain
Your indifference is most
welcome as I don't want 
to put on you any blame
Enough of good byes before
I hope this one has a true
meaning for both of us
I'll rest in peace as I did
before I ran after a shady
meaningless past I'm sorry 
to myself 

Sooner done is better!

Once upon a time
I led a normal life
A mother of sons n
a good wife chopped 
veggies with knife 
cooked meals before 
half past five took
walks for more than 
two miles had an
organised routine but 
then internet came into
being and now I realize
I was better an ignorant
being who completed all
work on time it was enough
to easily thrive I must go
back now to the original
state where life was simpler
without much haste I now
find my experience with net 
is nothing more than a bitter 
taste where anonymity traps
you unknowingly there's 
nothing called trust or faith.
Sooner done is better!

Maya Angelou

• Born April 4, 1928
• American author and poet
• Published:    6 autobiographies, 5 books of essays, numerous books of poetry, a long list of plays, movies and television shows
• One of the most decorated writers of her generation
• Dozens of awards
• Over thirty honorary doctoral degrees
• Her autobiographies focus on her childhood and early adult experiences
• Long list of occupations: 

1. Pimp, prostitute, night club dancer and performer
2. Cast member of the musical Porgy and Bess
3. Coordinator for Martin Luther King
4. Journalist in Egypt and Ghana during the days of decolonization
5. Actor, writer, director, and producer of plays, movies and public television programs
6. Since 1991 taught at Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where she holds the first lifetime Reynolds Professorship of American Studies
7. Active in Civil Rights Movement with both Martin Luther King and Malcolm X
8. Since 1990s she made around 80 appearances a year on the lecture circuit

In 1993 she recited her poem "On the Pulse of Morning" at President Bill Clinton's inauguration, the first poet to make an inaugural recitation since Robert Frost at John F. Kennedy's inauguration in 1961........................................................................... ................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................[Why he got angry when I called him a pimp? After all, He too is the greatest poet of his time!]..

Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou 

Different is beautiful?

Wanna know what blunder he does?

Okay...

 Does many in a day.

For instance,

He doesn't know how to edit his pic-

Properly!

Whom to cut and whom to put..

The other one whom he/she(?) removed

from the profile pic,

Was at least better,,

Who's going to remind him?

I was the best :)
Worst still,
He shouts euphorically,
"Different is beautiful!"
Huhhh....!!! :(

Simple human beings, Ever changing..

He knew me in bits n parts
Not suitable,
So he left..
Now when I know him 
Again in bits n parts,
Wanna leave..
I wonder,
Why I fell for him?
Is true love,
An ignorance at its best
or
We are not divine..
Simple human beings, 
Ever changing..
He builds his characters,
Plays their parts..
Sometimes, it's so irritating
I feel like going and have fight
with them with no reason at all!
The fact,
We're entirely different
His ways don't at all
Suit mine..
That's why,
We can only be distant stars,
Not looking at each other..!!!!

Misunderstanding at its height!

He thinks he's my life's favorite part..
Misunderstanding at its height!
Does he think,
He's the only one whom I liked?
In fact he constitutes 
A hopeless part,
Which should be forgotten..
How come he think he displays
A strong character?
Give him my eyes and he'll know,
What deliberate blunders he does!
His choice constitutes..
His company constitutes..
Not me..
The world knows better,
But he has his own definitions
Let him be happy in his 
own delusions!?

Connection..?

He's all in one
Some find its mere fun
A combination of some
Ranges from,
 the most adorable 
to the one I just don't want to ever see
There's a lot of choice to pick
And I pick the best
The rest which doesn't suit me
I ignore my best 
And forget..
He says,
There's a connection 
I thought the same before
Now, when there are so many
I'm amused,
As if a game
Not serious at all
I don't believe what he says
I have my own perfect ways
I'm connected to the only One,
who exists Everywhere and Above..

My hands..

See my hands..
They don't fit in the norms
of physical beauty brands..
It seems as if
I've ploughed the land
Thick and sturdy fingers
with broad manly hands..
To follow divine commands
Do the work as time demands..
Tanning is enough to prove 
 rough weather they withstand..
Just plain and simple to hold
blessings showered from above
and humbly fold to pray for love..
For working hands are the best 
who spread love and kindness 
making them more beautiful than
mere nail polished manicured hands!

Rain and Leaf

Tender green leaf turned to see
The sunshine that comes through me
'Where were you,
Didn't you see me?'
I smiled and said,
'I was busy earning bread
As my youth doth shed',
I looked ahead
Where was happiness gone?
My drive to live dead
She looked mundane
Her thoughts so plain
I sat besides her 
Was she in pain?
We had a nice talk 
Worth a mile's walk
Ended with worries to drain
Yes, soon our laughter brought 
forth a beautiful rain!

i owe you a lot!

your voice deepened as you 
unfolded chemistry truths
life's bud curious to know
distracted to much more
eyes, those lips, yes forehead
the whole body language
mesmerized tender mind
to idolize and define
an impact so clear
of character bold and strong
to follow with sheer delight
whatever word you spoke
i still remember you 
wherever you are
i may not find
you were the best part 
of my life
to guide me and let me shine
i owe you a lot
i'm no more hesitant to show
you'ere my crush prime..

moon to guide..

fake dramas have no end
it starts with a subtle bend
and goes on and on 
nothing to defend
nauseating feelings bottle up
you gasp for fresh air
broken up
dizzy mind searching futile solace
wrong places nothing's chaste
openly discussing fake relations
who's who their lives with false
fake glitters shake
show off their skin and money
calling each other 'oh sweet honey'
sans emotions it seems so funny
i puke and come outside
drive my way to a safer side
looking at the crescent moon
asking to guide
where's my true love
somewhere on a lake side
will he be thinking of me
willing to find me too,
i think that day's not far from now,
before i look around again
it will surely happen soon..

went unknown..

Something hit me my head,
as I sat in the classroom..
Before I could get hold of
paper ball into my hands,
it was in the custody of 
teacher and I was not 
shown, I never read..
Who threw it to whom
how could be known?
One thing is certain, 
it makes me still think
I wish I could know who,
what, how behind the hit
on a hay day that went 
unknown..

A true song

Beggars are not choosers
they often say
When nothing's in hand
to our dismay
We just accept what comes
in our way
Only to realize much later
life's not a game to play
Choose your destiny with care
Always in your heart be a prayer
Lord knows best for us 
our needs,
our hopes, 
our ambitions to share..
Opportunities will knock, may 
go unheard
Listen to an inner song, with compromises
may turn blurred
The drive to follow that song when keen
and bright
Pushes and glides through rocks no matter
how high the tides
Just believe the true song, beholds your all!

Silence

Silence is soothing peaceful to mind

When silence finds clutter in mind

It looses its meaning to define

What type prevailed the other day

You'ere gone, and I realized

I suddenly became free

An independent being

Nobody to please

I was alone

Silent 

To know a new meaning

I loved myself

I was happy being alone

Pleased with myself

Was able to do lot more

Than just sit hopelessly forlorn

Yes, I'm in love..

Yes,

I'm in love

Have always been

No beginning, no end

Every breath I take is love

The air I breathe is very much love

All tangible that surrounds my being is love

Every heart beat filled with love refreshes this endless feeling

There's nothing to seek though I may look and behave like a meek 

I've boundless unfathomable free flowing love which finds new avenues

As barriers are passed brightened paths made under the guidance from within, love