A Whispering Wish

I wish I could ever be

a bird above the clouds so high

gliding over the plains and hills

like an emperor in the sky.

But I wonder will the world ever see ?!!

I wish I could ever be

a bumblebee prying for honey

in a colorful world of my own

where the days are just sunny.

But I wonder will the world ever see ?!!

I wish I could ever be

a vibrant blue orchid

giving away the fragrance of Love

many hearts would surely skid.

But I wonder will the world ever see ?!!

I wish I could ever be

a drop in the rain

touching every walk of Life

hiding away the obvious pain.

But I wonder will the world ever see ?!!

I wish I could ever be

a rock amidst the bare

standing mighty and tall

they would stop by and stare.

But I wonder will the world ever see ?!!

I wish! I wish!

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Posted by on February 25, 2011 in Poetic Soul


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Gazed at her for a little while

enjoyed every bit of her style.

The sparkle in her Blue eyes,

reminded me of the marvel of the skies.

The pleasant smile on her face,

sorrows never left any trace.

The dazzling beauty of her hair,

seemed like many jewels of solitaire.

The humble care that she showed,

my world was lil more slowed.

Being sympathetic to one and all,

chances of finding this were very small.

I seldom come across divinity,

to my surprise it was in my vicinity.

The vivacity of her presence,

elevated my tour’s essence.

It was not just another day,

as it kept my worries at bay.

Will I ever come across her presence and might,

depends totally on my I-magination’s flight.


Posted by on November 6, 2010 in Poetic Soul


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Lost and WON

Adored a girl from the beginning of May,

mind engulfed in her thoughts almost everyday.

Her blue eyes giving a stare,

was overwhelmed to see it was rare.

The smile on her face,

motivated me to fight another race.

Her long hair darker than darkest night,

all set to show its glistening might.

Her innocence like a child,

her touch so soothing and mild.

The panache in her walk,

made the world turn and talk.

I admired somebody,

a day made me realized I was nobody.

The time of dismay came,

was I a victim of blame game?

She said it was a fault in me,

but I could hardly see.

She turned again and again,

Alas! to witness my pain.

Forgotten for a while,

unable to crawl even a mile.

A cherub whispered in my ear,

loads left to be conquered my dear!

The string of lost hopes,

aided as mighty ropes.

Arose yet again to the morning glory,

with a fresh start to my ended story.

Lessons conned from my past,

propelled me to move lil more fast.

Future seemed to be full of accolades,

sentiments of past haunted as sharp blades.

Left no time for thoughts of gloom,

as I was busy weaving a fresh handloom.

Path to success was embellished with precious stones,

every turn astonished me with new thrones.

Success always invited me,

failures never threatened me.

Discovering from the past,

recovering faster and fast,

I left everyone aghast.

There came another May,

the world had lots to say.

A Joker of misfortunes,

was now a King of splendid Fortunes.


Posted by on November 2, 2010 in Poetic Soul


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Nature at its Best

I transit from the chaos of urban life

to the wonderful side of my rejuvenated life.

Felt the Mother Nature so close to me,

telling me that “you are now set free”.

The rustle of dried leaves

seemed like enchanted hymns uttered in peace.

As the wind blows, the fields sway,

till my vision goes away and away.

The cool sea breeze embracing me tight,

a wonderful feeling full of delight.

The waves wanted to play,

not tomorrow but today.

The crabs frisking from place to place,

all I could see was they were ready for a race.

The seaside rocks telling a story,

be firm and please don’t worry.

Windmills going on and on,

signifying that Life’s cycle has to go on.


Posted by on November 2, 2010 in Poetic Soul


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From Hills…….To The Sea

Call it madness or recklessness, we had a plan;

that our tour should never stick to a plan.

It was not just another day,

the joyful disposition was there to stay.

Towards the end there was something in store,

Got all I wanted not less but certainly more.

The early morning chill,

the carpet of tea was a magnificent still.

The drive started among the greens,

delimited by the most heavenly scenes.

The highs and lows of the terrain,

and there came a slight rain.

The plethora of fragrances enveloping me,

felt like a bee who was set free.

The mist hugging the hilltops,

anyone would feel elevated as he stops.

The sun rays touching my nose,

arriving through the oaks that stood in unique pose.

The twists and turns among the mist,

was unable to track time on my wrist.

We strolled across the dense,

enjoying through the nature’s lens.

Amidst the clouds as I went,

was mesmerized by the cardamom scent.

From the hills to the sea,

everyone was filled with glee.

The bus speeding through the haze,

entire route appeared as a maze.

The hilarity of the trip,

was indeed something I would never skip.

These memories are there to cherish,

And shall never vanish. . . . . . .


Posted by on July 7, 2010 in Poetic Soul


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It whispered the dreams in my ears,

driving away the perilous fears.

It motivated me to scale a cliff,

when the contention was stiff.

It emboldened me to cross the stormy seas,

to reach the shore at ease.

It gave me immense hope,

thin threads aided as a strong rope.

It rallied with a spark of optimism,

to vandalize the lamp of pessimism.

It tailored the skillful artistry,

to build my castle and monastery.

It helped me to explore exotic locus,

with success as the cardinal focus.

Its beauty never seen,

the origin of strength it has ever been.

It is amalgamated with the build,

never can it be killed.

It stays. . . . . . .

It stays on. . . . . . .

It stays on for Eternity. . . . . . .


Posted by on July 3, 2010 in Poetic Soul


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A tree that said it ALL

A small cherry tree over the hill,
was indeed the most priceless still.

It endured all alone,
like a gem adorning a throne.

The lush green leaves and fruits,
hot summer witnessed a lot of loots.

With the new season in,
was time to shed the leaves to the bin.

Only the browns could be seen,
the tree was never so weak and lean.

The chill wind as it blew,
left behind solid ice and no dew.

The tree engulfed in snowy white,
seemed like a bride in sight.

As the season passed by,
a rejuvenated soul said HI.

With a pod of birds all around,
I was only left spellbound.

A small cherry tree stood alone and tall,
only to convey a moral to all.


Posted by on April 23, 2010 in Poetic Soul


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