Monthly Archives: November 2011

A BLIND MYSTERY

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Crossed is my finger,

Awaiting the ‘Final’ day,

Which will unfold my mood,

May be sad may be gay.

 

 

Presently my future is blinded

Waiting for the Day to strike,

Deciding for me

What my future will be like… 

 

I think of enjoying

My current days in Hand

Still I go through the miseries

Wishing for a Magic Wand

 

 

Through the clouded sky,

My moistened eyes I clear,

To Glimpse a Ray of Sunshine,

Promising a happy future near…

 

 

I Pray to the Almighty,

without a word loss,

I search between Clouded Sky,

Keeping my fingers Crossed.

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A Thought Just Came To My Mind

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A Thought Just Came To My Mind
I lost the track of time
It all came to one single line
Is my life worth a dime

Days have passed
years have gone
My mind now says
It’s time to move on

Why is there so much worry
I always seemed to be in a hurry
it’s time now to do some real stuff
I just can’t make more lies and bluff

Wise men once said
Time once gone never comes back
I say now
Pull up your socks & put on the sack.

Travel to the mountains
Swim to the sea.
Open your Wings
and go on along flee

Life is a race run or die
When was the last time you tasted a sweet pie
All your life you worry about the money
Once you are dead you don’t carry a penny

Do what you always want to
Even if people say you are Crazy
There is no point in coming
Home from work and filling dizzy

Do what you Love
You will love what you do
Work will become joy
and it will be a joy to work.

  A Thought Just Came to my MIND.

– with valuable suggestions  from Robert Gibson .

My Dirty Room . . . . .

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It was always so

nothing at its place

the walls are scribbled

the floor is dusty

but the door, so grand

so beautiful

as if all lied behind it was from heaven

all adored the door

all abhorred the room

I liked it anyway

from my unmade bed

I loved it,

loved it for its door

loved it, for it was untidy

with hope to tidy it up

whatever I tried, all went in vain

it returned to itself again

so I asked why to take the pain

my country is like my room

untidy still loved by country men

the door for sure is grand

we all hope to tidy it up

but then why all the pain

after all everything goes down the drain.

all though it has always been so

I will clean my room

yes the ink on wall is too dark to wipe

and the ceiling is too high to clear the cobwebs

there are billions of books

to set up right

the bed is not in use

so it can wait

if not all that

I can always start with the floor

to make my room a heaven behind the grand door.

About Me…

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Friends call me a chatterbox,

and I can’t deny.

Because I can gab

whole day whole night.

But when its up to me,

its hard to summarize.

Simply a girl

who dreams so high,

who ignores the complexities &

who wanna fly.

Who has never hinged on luck

& has got

her own philosophy of life.

Abide by her family

wanna prove her dexterity,

hanging out with her friends

wanna live her life.

Emotions in her heart,

and perseverance in her mind,wanna explore this world,

with a sweet simple smile.

Lastly I can accost you

with arrogance and self-reliance,

you can never know,

how enigmatic I am..?

Still not convinced,

go and have your try…..