STRUGGLE FOR LIFE

A small urchin of the wings of fancy,
A little joke of the whims of life,
What was the mistake of that little kid,
Brought in this world and to life?

With no love to speak of,
No friends as such,
How do you think,
He can survive in this world?

He longs for a hand rising in support,
Coming to rescue him from the pain,
To save him from the daily struggle,
To raise him above this world so mundane.

It was never his crime,
It just wasn’t his day.
He just got himself trapped,
In this ruthless and selfish play.


Everyday it claws at his heart,
Drawing away his sleep every night,
His heart is all cut up,
Too damaged to repair.


May be these are words too few,
But I guess I have laid my point,
Whatever the circumstances may be,
Be firmly on his side.


For once, if you have any care for this world,
Lay your hand upon his head for once,
You will see the difference it will make,
In this dreadful life which he goes through everyday.


Just for once, give him some love,
It will keep his spirits buoyed up,
For you and I and all of us know,
Love is what that will one day show.

...Detached...

You don't know how my heart shrinks inside,

Everytime i feel you are not nearby.

How with everyday my heart intones,

That very request that same prayer.

It is not in the tears that fall from the eyes,

It is the love that becomes boundless with every sigh.

Feeling that distance between us,it screams everytime,

Wanting to run into your arms,where it feels so divine.

It does not blame or curse any situation,

But prays for deliverance from all that life sakes.

It lives in the light that fills it with love,

Within every moment it multiplies that thirst.

Its wish for a prolonged union it reiterates with every breath,

As it holds on to whatever it is that life bequests.

Dripping red...

It drips down,

a silent drop,

it's colorless translucence,

yet with sentiments untopped.

It drips down,

in violent rage,

that stabs at the heart,

with cries of pain.

It drips down,

in angry humilitation,

at words heard,

on unseen scars.

It drips down,

a seering pain,

as you but,

stare at the stars.

It drips down,

in sorrowful recognition,

of the painful past,

and death,still miles apart.

..Nameless..

Sick and tired as i turn my eyes,

and towars that icy mirror do I stare,

nothing but thoughts of pity infinite,

I see them drop through those streaming eyes.

My search for a reason as it begins,

digging through every turn and curve,

I see nothing to solace my strife,

as i see those salty drops,drop down from those brown eyes.

I never knew how deep that reason lay,

but i know something that i want to say,

my life to me seems a pointless struggle,

as i battle those tidal waves.

I only wish that this day would draw,

to a close so deep and silent,

that as my ashes lie in my grave,

not even the sweeper above knows,who stays.

..A Feeling Of Love..

A feeling of love, so deep and insane,
Falling so intense, that it makes you pain.
Far above in those skys so high,
I think I hear the wind rustle by.

With all it is a dream so dare,
You could not possibly wish it to fare.
In this vast world so cruel and unkind,
That feeling of love may be hidden nearby.

It would be very apt if you would say,
Love now lies in valley so gray,
Of hearts of people so deep and infinite,
That it does seem impossible for it to get by.

If you could but dig up some more,
You might win with another stroke,
In those mines of the heart,
So deep for staint in every way.
A feeling of love so deep and insane..

....My Reflection....

Those glimmering eyes, so deep and brown.
That proportioned face, so fair and charming.
Those flowing hair, so soft and brown.
That cute nose, so bright and shiny.
Those dimpled cheeks, so lovable and pink.
Those little little ears, so nice and dear.
Those red lips, the color of roses.
That beautiful face, beauty personified.
That contagious smile, making you go all light.
That happy look, a blissful delight.

Me??? HaHaHa, My reflection.

....Grace...

A soothing touch,

A tender face,

A bright shine,

So lovely with grace.

Yet so rotund,

Yet so beautiful

The lovely face,

Of serenity in phase.

Still and staring,

As it stands,

Peaking along the branches,

Of ebony with its face.

Beauty personified,

In its very shape,

Yet it stands,

So quiet and vain.

It does seem,

That it may signify,

The feelings in the heart,

Of a lover in pain.

Still and staring,

As it stands,

Giving away,

All you can ever take.

A promise of love,

A vow to make,

An eye of tears,

Yet so lovely with grace..