Tuesday, March 8, 2011

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.

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 ....

Friday, March 4, 2011

What if I am not Lucid ?!


Indeed we need, to do a special deed ...
to be part of the creed, that sows the Seed,
But when the question is the Answer ...
and the Answer is to breed,
What to do, if I am not Lucid ?!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

STRANGER


Poems are written, Ships set sail
A face so Exquisite, My breath just fails
A stranger she is, A stranger she will remain
Bringing a faint smile
If I remember her again ..... 

Note: Image courtesy Danny St.: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dannysantos/
         The guy is superb: www.dannyst.com

Monday, September 13, 2010

Love for thee



Love for thee is not poetry
Neither a song nor chemistry 

Love for thee is not silence 
Neither my crimes or the heart's Violence    

Love for thee is your smile 
So bright and full of LIFE, Now I can die ... 

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Daffodils


I was floating away carelessly, a little white cloud
Why did you have to come like the bright daffodils, so proud

I wanted to stop and gaze at you for eternity 
But the wind blew me away towards meloncholity

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Moments ...

What if I get you ... What if I get the world,
will it matter ...
The Notion ... the emotion .. the devotion of being in Love ..
is far Better ...
I would rather have those moments .. than growing exponents

Monday, August 16, 2010

IDENTITY

Dead of the night, when the darkness is bright;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

The time is set, for the straitjacket;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In her luscious lips, and the sway of her hips;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In despair, But I still repair;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

Is it it a lost cause or just a Pause;
In MY war against my IDENTITY.