others may have wine, i have poetry

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poet's Society

Friday, October 31, 2008

i'm done with it

i'm done wth

being the strong one
being brave
being bold
being there
being here

for once
i want to be the one
who is allowed to be weak
and just let herself go
and fear all the fears
and cry out all the tears

when i cry

when i cry
the last thing i want you to do
is to ask me to stop crying
or ask me the reason why

instead i'd love it if
you'd just embrace me tight
and hold me as long as i need

instead i'd love it if
you'd just tell me it'll be alright
and then gently caress my cheek

instead i'd love it if
you'd just lend me your shoulder
and also lend me some hope

instead i'd love it if
you'd just let me cry
and then gently wipe my tears dry

Sunday, October 26, 2008

agony and ecstacy

For a bountiful harvest
A farmer pays with sweat and toil
For no crops are grown
Until seeds are sown in soil

For no man has tasted success
Without giving it his all
Fro every time that he has risen
Twice he has had to fall

For no mother, without labour
Ever held her bundle of joy
For without the pregnancy, pain
There would be no little girl or boy

For no piece of hard black coal
Ever turned into a diamond overnight
For if the caterpillar didn’t cocoon itself
No butterfly would ever be in sight

For without years of struggle and strife
No grain of sand ever turned into a pearl
No gain without pain, success without failure
Has always been the law of the world


For every moment of ecstasy
With agony we must pay
For only after the dark cold night
Dawns a bright beautiful day

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

now more than ever

now more than ever
i want you to hug me tight
and not let me go

now more than ever
i need you to listen to me
and not offer solutions

mow more than ever
i want you to comfort me
by just being yourself

now more than ever
i want you lend me your shoulder
to rest my worries upon

now more than ever
i need you to assure me
that you'll always be there

now more than ever
i want you tell me
that things will be okay

now more than ever
i don't just want you to be a friend
i want you to be family


now more than ever
i want you to be strong
and let me be scared

now more than ever
i need you to be right
and let me be wrong

now more than ever
i want you to be in sight
and let me be lost

Saturday, October 18, 2008

frozen..numb

You are just next to me
And yet you are a million miles away
You could once read my mind
Now you don’t get me even if I speak things aloud

Was the past an illusion
Or is the present an exaggeration
Can understanding be pretence?

I don’t know anymore
I don’t feel guilty
Nor am I sorry

Tears don’t flow anymore
They just freeze in my heart
Then the form icicles
And cut my heart open
Even then I don’t cry
I only bleed. Quietly I bleed
Slowly but steadily
Till all my life is drained out

I feel lighter
When I keep things to myself
Sharing suddenly
Becomes
,,,,an obligation
..a burden. a suffering

Why can you suddenly not decipher me?
Have I changed or have you?
An I expecting too much or are you giving too less?
Do we know each other? Did we ever?

I don’t know. I don’t even want to
I don’t fit in. and I don’t want to
I’m not going to try
The effort is not worth it anymore

This is no blame game
And I choose not to take names

I am numb. But I will revive
I’m almost dead but I will survive

You have nipped the bud before it could bloom
But there are other seeds. Dormant but existing

And they will grow when nurtured
Someone will nurture them
I don’t know who
All I know is that
It won’t be you

painfully romantic

Looking beyond the obvious, people usually hate the rain for the same reasons that others love it...

it is pouring outside, little drops of rain
They rhythmically dance down roofs
Millions of gentle drops fall angrily on the ground
They hang reluctantly back on leaves
Forming tiny, gorgeous iridescent bubbles

in such poetic whether
i want to
walk with you
you to hold my hand
not loose enough to be cold
Nor tight enough to be fierce
Jus the right grip……

I want you to
Walk step in step with me
Neither ahead
Not behind
Just by my side. Always by my side
Our hearts and steps in perfect sync

I want us to
Have a soulful conversation
With nothing but our eyes

I know that just your presence
Will give me all the hope in the world
And just your warm breathe on me
Will bring my cold existence to life

I put my head on your shoulder
I forget the world around
I’d trust you with my life…my world

I want us to just stay that way
Just you, me, love and the rain for company