Sunday, September 7, 2008

m not broken.....yet....


every step.....m.....walking happy.....

its the pen.....who is sad.....

every second.....m......laughing.....from heart.....

its the ink.....who cried.....

every moment.....i feel.....is perfect.....

its the book.....who is wounded red.....

every day.....smilin.....I live.....

its the rhyme.....who is dying.....

forever.....I still LOVE.....

its the poem.....who is HATING.......

lyf's a tough decision


it was easy to run away...

but i chose to stand thr waitin...


it was easy to forget...

but i chose to remember her...


it was easy to to close my eyes & turn away...

but i chose to look into her eyes...


may be.... tats the way... I AM...


it was easy to show the pain...

but i chose to laugh everytime...


it was easy to cry...

but i chose to smile at lyf...


it was easy to die...

but i chose to...Live every dying moment...


it was easy to HATE...

but i still chose to care.........


may be.....may be.....tats the way....I LOVE......





Saturday, September 6, 2008

Can u...???


can u hold me...once...


before leaving me...




can u look into my eyes...once...


before shying away...




can u say something...once...


before not talking again...




even quiet moment wid u...makes a day worthwhile...




can u hug me...once...


before turning away...




can u take a walk wid me...once...


before changing ways...




can u think of me...once...


before forgetting me...




can u... can u...


just love me once...


before not caring ever...




even one such moment wid u....makes my lyf worthwhile...........


...n i met her once...


She was going,i called her..
drawin close i held her...
to me...she gave the stone eyes...
but soft clay beyond the stone lies...

Oh! how i wished, she did not leave today...

words fall short, i saw such beauty...nowhere...
i smelled her hair...n lost in thgts somewhere...
she glowed like the moon...may be more...
perfect !!! a starry nite to meet her...

Oh! how i wished, she did not leave today...

she spoke n she laughed...
i tried...but had nothin to talk...
n yet...had everything to say...

she talked of lyf, she talked of love...
she talked of poems i have tried...
she never understood...she was my rhyme...

Oh! how i wished, she did not leave today...

n then... she smiled n she smiled...
i lived a love story...thinkin of her..lost in her eyes...
wid some - true...wid some lies...
wat passed as a moment to her...
I...thgt...I...had...lived...my...life...

Oh! how i wished, she did not leave today...