The Ink in the Pen

The Pen that writes doesn't know,

The ink sometimes flows, 

though it ebbs most of the time,

It acquires patterns and textures;

It smears stains on endless parchments;

Some plain, some colorful;

The ink glows and fades according to the paper roll;

It acquires colors as it rolls;

The ink will keep flowing...

Till it becomes colorless to everyone....

But the flow never stops..

The ink never fades….

Who put the ink in the pen?

Alas I may never know.

An ode to your tears

Your face turns a dreary red

As your heart bleeds through your eyes;

Someone has pricked your heart-

With the thorn of an unsavory word; 

drawn out from the scabbard of a distasteful sword,

May your head rest on the hollow of my heart,

May your tears wet my soul

May I always bear the weight of your sorrow

Your face turns a blushy red

As your heart swells through your eyes;

Someone has wamed your heart-

With honey drawn from the cheerful songs

Of a million colorful dancing flowers

May your head rest on the bow of my heart,

May your tears caress my soul

May i always be the cause of your joy !!!

Crown of Thorns

One more whiplash as I falter
Strange, this burden seems lesser,
Than the burden of the poor.
Betrayed by my friend - so will they say,
Alas!!! I understand your pressures my friend.

I did not seek crowning glory,
Yet I have this crown eating into my head.
Nail after nail pierces my body,
I see my mother desolate and my father shattered.

One final spiteful thrust.....
Will a thousand lives like mine
Cleanse your souls?

Frozen Time Capsules

Frozen time capsules

What if moments of laughter

of Joy of share and care could be frozen

So that we could laugh again

What if moments of intense longing

Of love Of tears could be chilled

So that we could burst out in tears again

What if moments of selfless service

Of relief Of satisfaction could be embalmed

So that people could benefit time and again

What if moments of bravery and valor

Of courage Of sacrifice could be framed

So that the dear ones could witness and be proud again

What if moments of oneness

Of being One Of being lost could be eternal

So that we are in that state forever

This is the moment,

Of love, Of care, Of Joy, Of hope,

Of sacrifice, Of service, Of bravery, Of tears,

Revel in this moment, we will not get this moment back again !!!

More and More of Less and Less

Inundated by endless loopy thoughts,
Overloaded by meaningless unneeded pseudo possessions,
Sunk in the abyss of endless emotions,
Forever chasing endless dreams
Forever chased by ever moving targets.

Is this what we set out to be?
Is this what we aspired for?
Do we try to derive true meanings and answers
In our un-pursued endless quest
For that true purpose of what's and
true meaning of why's?

The answer is.....

Whispering from within,
Yet mindfully supressed -
It is all about Thinking, Knowing, Doing,
More and more of less and less
Right Here and Right Now :)

Tea and Love

Solemn and Serene, 
He went about making his special Tea for everyone;
People remembered him and his Tea always.
When his loved ones wondered if it was time for a Tea,
He would always be there with a cuppa saying "At your service".

I have never seen him laugh out loud.
He would just smile quietly, 
And on occasions his silence conveyed everything;
His silence is now everywhere...

I always wonder where he is and what he is doing now?
I guess I know
He must be making God's favorite Tea
And enthralling every soul with his humble, overflowing cup of Love

Miss you every moment Muthacha. Love you.

My SoulMate :)

Never expected her to say "Yes"
I almost choked when she said so.
Yet nonchalantly and without much ado,
She gently glided into my life.

I wonder everyday how she knows so much about me,
I smugly do try to hide this acceptance.
But it has been so,right from the beginning.
She reads my thoughts at will,
I wonder how she does all this effortlessly?

I always fail to read her,
I always succeed to misread and misinterpret,
For me everything seems to matter,
For her nothing seems to matter,
I sometimes wonder if I am living a dream :)
I don't know if this how every man feels?
I don't seem to know anything !!!!

I know I am possessive,
I know I am overprotective,
I know she knows all this,
And yet I try to hide and show
That I am not like other men :)

She makes me feel complete,
She ruthlessly points out my flaws,
She makes me feel like a child,
She makes me feel like an old man too :)

I pray, I laugh, I cry, I love,
And all I can do,
Is shout out aloud :)
She is the one :)
God's generous gift :)
My soulmate :)

Love you  :)

Happy Anniversary :)