If I Don't Fret

If I don't fret
Does it mean that I don't care?
If i don't pray
Does it make me anti God?
Don't be such a naive soul
Living in this world of lies
For what you don't see, the flowers exist
For what you see, heaven may not be real.

Why should I show that I fret?
Not that they care
They just want to know why flowers wither
Not as to why I fret but as to why weeds grow.

I don't have to tell even if I fret
They will not remember
Instead, they add some silly spice
As they relate it to others.

It is still up to me to find solutions
In God's praises, I will not fret
Blank to the world, a likeness in the mirror.

So, why should I show that I fret?


28 February 2008, Thursday
11:45pm                

The Flowers Are Talking

In the room drapes with heavy curtains
A speckle of sunlight creeps in between
Donning themselves in different shades of colours
The flowers are talking.

Dainty daisies, brilliant lilies, elegant roses
All crystal crowned in exquisite vases
They come in different form of classes
Carry an air of individual distinction.

Beautiful as they are, sophisticated they may be
Put them together in the same vase
They will get on each other's nerves.

Distinguished by their nurtured personalities
They talk of nothing but of one common interest.

In this room, the flowers are displayed in rows
Adorned by hues and brushes
They are men favourite subject matter.

Their timeless beauty are framed
While time eats into their petals.
What difference does it make?
They wither all the same.


18 February 2008, Monday
8:27pm

Thorns And Roses

Thorns and roses
Creations of God
Equal rights to live
Equal rights to love

Be it passion of
Thorns and roses
Roses and thorns
Be it affection of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Blessings showered
Equal from above

A sin it is not for
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
To love and adore
To care for one another

Never inscribed
Only a tale
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
Is forbidden love

Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Like any reflections
On mirror the eyes see
Like any ordinary
Roses and thorns
Strolling on the streets

Despise not souls of
Thorns and thorns
Roses and roses
A feeling blessed
By the almighty Him

Embrace with open heart
The existence of
Roses and roses
Thorns and thorns
Just as God embraces
His delightful
Roses and thorns 


28 September 2004,Tuesday
5:59pm

Thorns To Thorns, Roses To Roses

Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
A sin it is not
But creation of God

Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Just a common soul
Like the lot of us

Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Deride them not
They are family too

Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Their loves are as pure
Just like me and you

Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Beautiful beings alike
Love is for you too

Thorns to thorns, Roses to roses
Despise you not
Thorns to roses, Roses to thorns
Why do you?


27 September 2004, Monday
4:29pm

Under The Dull Moonlight

Under the dull moonlight I saw a restless shape
Speckles of light fell upon his face

Sitting on the stairs facing the lake
Radiant eyes but empty gaze

Breezily I strolled by, stole glances dare I
To send a smile I was predictably shy

Inhaled enough courage I made another trip
Slowing down my pace, nervously I greeted

Returned with a smile, we started to chat
My heart ran wild, hidden in cold sweat

Tickling fast was the hour, midnight came uninvited
Let this night lasts forever, let my prayer be heard

Speckles of light fell upon my eyes
Under the dull moonlight
We bid goodbye


13 August 2004, Friday
5:30pm

Bitter Yet Sweet

In every heart break

A flower will wither

Petal by petal, one upon another

Weeds will grow in lustrous meadow

Strangle each new bloom

In every heart break

Rain will fall

Pearl by pearl upon the window

Clouds will not move when the wind blows

Lifeless like a dead soul

Never let a broken heart

Masks the silver moon

Let a smile drowns all the heart's frowns

May a blink of star brightens the dusk

Heal all grievous sparks

Never let a broken heart

Fogs the golden sun

Let the gaze fades, its ray will radiate

May yesterday's scene no more than a dream

Brisk, bitter yet sweet

9 August 2004, Monday

4:47pm

A Drop Of Love

A drop of love

Is what it takes

To make me feel beautiful

Gorgeous and not fake.

A drop of hope

Is what it takes

To make me feel alive

And to realize

There is where my future lies.

A drop of care

Is what it takes

To make me shed a tear in good faith.

A drop of You

Is what it takes

To make me complete.

28 July 2004, Wednesday

12:50pm