Go

Home is a mile away,

And I know the way.

Come anytime they say,

Night or day!

The first time I wanted to go,

A new river started flowing.

There was no boat to row,

And I started crying!

I heard about a ferry then,

And I went a second time.

I went to buy the ticket when,

I was short by a dime!

They built a bridge and I went again,

I walked and was so relieved.

Though there was the cold rain.

But alas there was no field!

Instead a statue lay,

I had stayed away so long,

I did not know the way,

It seemed all wrong!

The Wall

There is this wall that I see
And it is mine to decorate as I please
What i do with it is completely up to me
I own it, you see!

It is a bland white
I could paint it any color I like
Either dull or really bright
Or hang a picture or another

I have choices and each
Will form a perception of me
It is within my reach
To decide what people think of me

Conventional, if I paint it a dull blue
Loud, if I paint it red
Pretentious, if it’s modern art
Insane, if I hang the skull of a human head

No one wants to know me really
I am new here you see
And what I do with this wall
Will determine what people think of me!

No one will come knocking
On the door
With any warm greeting
People don't do that anymore!

Today

Today I have a new obsession
Something that makes me go insane
It is not any kind of fiction
It is like a rainbow after the rain
It is the desire to write
To put emotions into words
Bring characters to life
A story beginning with the chirping of birds!

It is the story of a wonderland
Of Kings and Queens
Painted with the color of my imaginary sand
Of romance and heroic scenes!
The evil step mother
The King who was once a poor lad
The long lost brother
Good triumphs bad!

Simple stories we once loved
As all children do
But today all these are shoved
Without much ado!
As realism and practicality
Take over the innocence of a child
And break the illusion of fairyland with great brutality
My only prayer is - I hope the effect is mild!

My obsession is not to write
A tale about a dreamland
But I obsess on the need for a simpler life
In this great land
Where children remain children
And not obsess about life’s rat-race
And get happiness from simple things
And lead life at an easier pace!

Life passes by

How much of what you do in a lifetime

Leaves an impact

Very little, only worth a couple of dime

And thats a fact.

When you look back

To your years of existence 

And really lack

Enough memories 

To be able to fill by counting

The fingers of one hand

Of moments when you achieved

The heart's dream and

When you don't remember 

The things you did 

In the cold winter of december

When you lived as carefree as a kid

When the past seems a blur

And some years in life 

Feel as if you can't tell 

One year from another

You feel the urge today

To make life more meaningful 

Day by day

And to ensure that the cup of life is full

Of experiences many

That leave you feeling peaceful

And if there are regrets any

Don't sit and mull

Make sure you completed

The list you have in your head

Of things you really wanted

So that you can go peacefully to bed

Time

a new leader rises and gives hope

soon time will make him a person who lost

its only time before a child learns to cope

with the perils of the world and its cost

fashions change and bring in a new rage

what is “in” will soon be “out”

with time a young face wrinkles with age

a simple life is now full of doubt

not you nor I will in the end have a say

in the end only time will have its way

Silently

Silently I bit my lip
The words are there in my head
I want to shout but my lips stay still
The words echo in my head instead

I bury them deeper and deeper
And hope that they will be lost forever
But I am their silent keeper
Will they leave me never?

They cloud my thoughts and blind me
I want to speak what I feel out loud
My voice wants to be set free
But my lips move without a sound

No Going back - A refugee's song

I left my home so long ago

My childhood is a distant memory now,

I get the dreams of my lost home

I want to go back, but how?

I cannot go there now, I cannot go there now.

Its been years since I moved away,

I left as my house burned

I travelled through night and day

To reach a place where I could stay

I had a country and I had a song,

But today, to no place do I belong.

Yesterday I had a dream,

I saw houses, I wanted to scream,

Not one of them was mine, not one of them was mine.

how I wish I could live

in a place and truly belong!

Storm

the candle is flickering
as I hear the wind screaming
making the trees sway
and threatening to knock off all in its way

as raindrops dance on the window panes
and leaves move around in the dusty lanes

the thunder, the lightening
the stormy sea and the waves rising
the sounds make me fear
for I am alone and no one is near

Where does the road go ?

Where does the road go !
I do not know
Will it be right, will it be wrong !
I am confused, I am lost !
What is the gain and what is the cost !

“Should I”, “shouldn’t I” I ponder
they said “wisdom comes with age”
time was supposed to make me wiser
but I feel time has put me in a cage
full of worries about the road ahead
and all that I have read
seem to teach more and confuse my head
for knowledge abundant
can lead common sense to be redundant
and as we ponder over decisions many
does all this make sense any?

I need to think
Or I will sink

Life will be what it has to be
Like the waves in the sea
There will be ups and downs

There will be smiles and there will be tears
So I should give up all my fears

As deal with things as and when they appear