The Night

the night is silent and the city sleeps

some restless souls keep wandering the forest deep

searching for questions or answering the beasts

....

in midst of this chaos,

a stroke of luck

two strangers ask the same questions

in a house full of sluts

....

neither has answers

 and that is fine

as there is another soul to share their wine   

Stolen Moments ...

Sometimes, when I am up late

with only the slow hum of the night as company ....

I remember the moments we stole together from the night.

Traveler, our paths may never meet again, 

but they will always bring a quite smile, 

like the drop of water that breaks this night's silence ...

Take me Home

How long has it been now .... how long more to go 

I left home a boy, long time ago

been to many cities, knocked on many doors 

climbed a few mountains, sailed to a few shores

sometime with travelers, mostly alone 

How long has it been now .... how long more to go ...

Children

CHILDREN

Running around in the uncut prairie with a football at their feet

sometimes kicking the orb and sometimes just the mist 

with no worry on their minds or frown on their face

just huffing and puffing to score one or maybe a brace

even the dark clouds marveled and waited with bated breath

because at least for some time the men were children again ....  

CIGARETTE

CIGARETTE 

The beautifully wicked little stick with an ember of life

the symbol of rebellion and the symbol of art

the symbol of camaraderie and the symbol of strife

with coffee or tea, with grief or glee

with dawn or dusk, with convertible or truck

with vodka or wine, with you or mine

the symbol of interlude and the symbol of cessation

the beautifully wicked little stick with an ember of death ..... 

Morning Flavor

Without your voice, mornings aren't mornings any more 

The dew on the grass isn't a pearl

The bird's tweet isn't a song 

The azure sky isn't a canvass 

Like coffee without caffeine ... 

Without you voice, mornings aren't mornings any more .... 

Because She is a woman ...

A girl was born in the dark of the night,

A Curse she is, they said;

But with a twinkle in her eyes and

Spring in her steps; she conquered all the States.

A girl was born in the afternoon heat,

A Burden she is, they said;

But with a smile like the Sun and

A heart of Gold; she relieved all the pains.

A Girl is born, to be a Woman,

Not your whore or bitch;

Give her a chance to win your heart,

Not a stick and a sneer.

Because she is a Woman … 

PS: Two years back I on the occasion on Woman's day I wrote an ode to women.

(http://soms-world.blogspot.com/2009/03/women.html)

It got some great reviews and I think it would be hard to raise the bar. So for this year I thought lets write something which supplements My Ode to Women .... Hope it meets your expectations. :D

A Happy Woman's Day ....