Poems, poems and poems. All about poems.

I am coming home...

2011-05-11T02:57:00.000-07:00

As I see the darkening sky

And birds flying to their nest

I can feel a tug in my heart

To go home and rest.

I long for my mother's lap

And the hearty laugh of my dad

As the sun falls below the skyline

This yearning makes me grow sad.

I long for the sweet quarrels with my sis

And the wise advices of my bro

As I see people happily going home

For home, my longing grows.

I long to walk through my garden

And play with my dear dog and doves

I long to sit near the kitchen fire

And bathe in the warmth of family love.

But as I step out into the crowded street

And look at the faces unfamiliar and my heart forlorn

I can feel tears welling my eyes

And O' I miss home.

I have stayed away this far

But now I want to be with people my own

I now am alone and I want to be home

Mom, Dad I am coming home.

Under Your Wings

2011-05-08T01:14:00.000-07:00

Hold me in your arms...
Hide me under your wings...
I'll go with you...
Wherever you want...
I'll soar with you...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

I am not afraid...
To do your will...
I am not scared...
To be who I am...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

Take me to your throne...
Take me to your cross...
I'll go with you...
Wherever you want...
I'll soar with you...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

I am not afraid...
To do your will...
I am not scared...
To be who I am...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

Take me to the wedding at Cana...
Take me to Gethsemane...
I'll go with you...
Wherever you want...
I'll soar with you...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

I am not afraid...
To do your will...
I am not scared...
To be who I am...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

Mother

2011-05-08T00:49:00.000-07:00

I remember the day I took my first step

You looked at me with teary eyes

You covered your mouth with your hand

And rushed to me, to hug me tight.

I remember the day I mouthed my first word

And how overjoyed you were to hear it

You kept looking at me expectantly

To hear it again and again.

I remember the day I opened a book

And held it upside down sitting beside my brother

You sat beside me and looked as I babbled

My own imaginary words.

And now, when years have gone by, I realize

You knew I would make pathways

And speak words that would flow

I would go that extra-mile that would again bring tears

And you would be proud of your daughter.

But still, I know it’s not about me

It’s all about you, mother

I am what you have made me

Your blessings are all I have

And all I can do is to make you proud

Of your daughter.

O' the greatest love

2010-11-21T06:52:00.000-08:00

When I think how difficult
Yet so easy it was
For God to love man so much
It pleased Him to redeem
Sinners like you and me
That He could willingly give His Son.

When I think how difficult
It must have been to count
The blameless amongst dacoits and thieves
Yet it pleased God so much
To punish Jesus because of our sins.

When I think how difficult
It must have been to take
All our sins and put it on Christ
And to take His Righteousness and put it on us
And despite all the pains we give
Yet smiling God says "I love you so much".

When I think how difficult it all must have been
I know the only sane way to live
Is to accept His love
Is to accept His forgiveness
Is to start all over again
And be a new creation in Him.

A thankyou note... straight from my heart!!!

2010-03-18T01:46:00.000-07:00

The canopied lanes beckoned me

And the pristine gothic cathedral gave an irresistible tug

The breeze that blew from tree to tree

Welcomed me with the most desired hug.

My heart beat faster and faster still

With every single footfall

And I kept clinging to the smallest prayer

That I should be able to take in all.

And when I finally found the faces

In whose hearts I wanted a place for me

I saw myself in a crowd

And felt, that’s where I could never be.

But as the days have flown by

And has brought me to the edge to leave

I look back to the day I walked in

And find no reasons to grieve.

I have found faces here

That have flashed so many smiles at me

And the biggest and warmest hearts

Where I can forever be.

(This poem is dedicated to all my friends in LIBA.. Hey all 112 of you, well excluding me... Thanks for the lovely two years in LIBA... Will miss you badly.)

Let's

2010-02-04T03:49:00.000-08:00

Let's stop this race

And learn to walk together.

Let's learn to breathe and not get out of breath

As there is plenty for all of us

To satisfy our needs

But only scanty to meet our desires.

Let's learn to love

Not only with words but actions.

Let's live and let live in peace.

Hold on

2010-02-04T03:46:00.000-08:00

I am drifting away

O’ Lord, I am drifting away

And I so want to hold onto You.

The worries of this world

I am unable to battle

And I am aching with the pain

Of being trapped and torn

I look up to Your strength

When in weakness I am drenched

I so want to hold onto You.

Where ever I look

There are trials and temptations

And all my ways lead to these

There is one way Jesus

That You alone can show

Hold my hand and lead me on.

I am being pulled and dragged

All because of my evil desires

And yet I so want to hold onto You

For you alone are my hope and escape

Help me Lord to keep holding onto You.

All over again

2010-02-04T03:41:00.000-08:00

Every day, it’s just what I want to say

It’s never too late to begin,

To start all over again.

Like a bird

Trying to build a nest

When the old one’s broken down;

It’s time to give away your frown

Let go all the things that’s putting you down

It’s time to begin all over again.

Love is illiterate...

2010-01-12T20:40:00.001-08:00

Someone wrote on the door of the heart

“Please, do not enter.””

Love came smiling and said,

“Sorry, I am illiterate.”

It entered into the most hardened of hearts

Smiled sweetly and said, “I love you”.

It was shouted down with a string of abuses

Yet it kept smiling and said,

“Wow, I never heard any of these before. But surely, it seems you love me so much.

I just used three words and you kept going on and on.”

Irritated and flushed red, the hardened heart managed a smile and said,

“It’s not love. I was abusing you.”

Love became excited and jumping up and down said something one could never imagine,

“So you are blushing now and smiling back and say it isn’t love.”

Fuming with rage, the hardened heart caught hold of love.

But before it could say anything, Love chirped in,

“O’ so now you are holding me and I know you’ll never let me go.”

My HOPE

2010-01-05T00:02:00.000-08:00

I can hear the sound of music

Flowing from the sun like the rays

O’ its taking me back again

To the memories of happy, happy days.

We used to play till the sun went down

Beckoning us to get back home

And tumbling down from the trees we felt

How quickly the time had flown.

The redness of the twilight and the gleam of the even’ lights

Spoke to our eyes and made us walk

It reminded us of the promise of the daily bread and wine

And gave the hope to wait for the rooster’s hark.

Those were the days of smile and warmth

Friendly hugs and togetherness

I can hear the sound of music bring a hope

A light into this world that’s in a mess.

I hope this music of peace and love

Rolls over and over and makes a way

Melts the darkness that surrounds us now

Brings back the joy that’s gone away.

Jesus is still the same

2009-12-20T00:13:00.000-08:00

I met Jesus by the roadside

As I was begging with no sight

Jesus came and called me up

Touched my eyes and showed me light.

I met Jesus when about to be stoned

Hiding my face from the revealing sun

Jesus came and pleaded my case

And then, my accusers there were none.

I met Jesus when I was dead

With relatives crying and no sup’

Jesus came and calmed them down

Held my hand and woke me up.

I met Jesus from the tree top

Straining to look who is He

Jesus came and called my name

Came into my house and dined with me.

Days have passed and so have years

Yet I still meet Jesus everywhere

By the roadside, from the tree

Always eager to set me free.

He’s the same as He was

Full of compassion, glory and power

Touches and heals every heart

Sends His blessings in Heavenly showers.

I...

2009-11-20T00:11:00.000-08:00

My mirror shows who am I
And the reflections of the day...
The smiles that are flashed on me reflect
The I that I market everyday...

It's what people see u as,
I is what everyone wants you to be...
Just be what you are to yourself
And to others that's what you'll be...

When...

2009-11-13T22:08:00.000-08:00

When you open your dark fringes and see that the night is long;

When you try to cling and find, your lonely twig is gone;

When you are alone in the cold cold day and the day doesn’t end;

When on a rainy day you sit alone without a friend;

When your smile is painful, forced and sad;

When you want earnestly but cannot become glad;

When you want a friend and can’t find one;

Remember you always have someone;

Because Jesus loves you.

He will let you see in the dark and carry you in His palm;

And in the cold cold day He’ll enfold you and keep you warm;

On a rainy day He’ll turn the raindrops into angels heavenly;

And you’ll no longer smile painfully but sweetly and mirthfully;

He’ll make your joy complete and be your true friend;

And unlike those who desert you and go He’ll be with you till the end.

A Dream

2009-11-04T02:27:00.000-08:00

Every night as I close my eyes

You just seem to travel miles

And we talk of all the things under the sun

Look into each other’s eyes and know

You are there for me forever.

You make me feel so special

You make me make sense

You make me feel as if each day is meant

For me and me alone.

And everything that I can see, is a gift

That I should cherish and make use of.

You make me feel that I am the best person

And I can do everything if I just tried

You make the world appear so beautiful

You make all the dreams appear real

And you make me feel

I should never open my eyes.

Papa

2009-11-03T00:07:00.000-08:00

I am sorry, I ran away that day

When you went off to buy vegetables after school

I was so sulky.

I thought I did not matter to you

And I wanted to get lost somewhere;

So that I would matter.

For the first time I realised,

How big a small town could be!

And how scared I can be,

When you are not around.

I did not want to get lost;

I wanted to exist to matter.

And when I found it later

That you kept searching for me,

Leaving aside all your works;

I realized, I matter.

Since then, I have tried to follow you,

As my world has turned bigger and I feel smaller.

And though at times you do not show

I know that I matter to you.

Anecdotes #1

2009-11-01T20:31:00.000-08:00

True to my word, this is the first ANECDOTE.

I started writing poems when I was in my 2^nd grade. I used to show my poems to my English teachers so that they can give their comments and help me improve.

When I was in my 12^th grade, I wrote a poem ‘The Peepal’ that is one of my favourite poems. This poem is also the longest poems that I have ever written (190 lines). My English teacher, Mrs. Mousumi Das, was very impressed by my work and while teaching ‘Tithonus’, a poem by, she mentioned my poem in class and asked the class to go through the poem to see how it is to feels the nature.

During that time, some of my friends started teasing me and making fun of me. It was then that our teacher told a boy “Mark my words, a day will come when you’ll also write poems because there is a poet in everyone, it’s just that it has never found a reason to express itself”.

Guess what, I met that boy after two years and he showed me one of his poems. Apparently, he had written the poem when the girl he loved ditched him. After all, he did become a poet!!!

In Memory

2009-10-30T00:02:00.001-07:00

Can we ever unveil the bride

That makes us weep and gloomy?

Whose match is fixed at the wink of the eye

Even in days bright and sunny.

I don’t know why I feel so insecure

Even when the daylights tinkle

And the world is so full

Perhaps for my world feels empty

Of the candle that brightened it up

And every time the flowers whisper, as I sit and mull.

Whisper a melancholic strain

That’s too dear to my soul

And it embalms my weeping heart

Even when brine from my eyes roll.

Sleeping in deep slumber

On the earthy mother’s cosy lap

Sleeps my dainty shorter hand

And a most sanctified cherubim

Who sings God’s glory

As in Paradise she stands.

I fondly remember her little bed

That rested her forever

And the thousands of flower

That formed her bed cover.

Every little thing reminds me

Of our naughty fits

Of our pranks and fun

And in every little kid

I can see her glow

Glow of the beautiful setting sun.

The most delicate flowers

As they plant an airy kiss

Give me the feeling of the presence

Of someone I most miss.

And the green, pretty woods

That sings a choir song

Reminds me of the wood

That formed the resting place

Of that flawless body

That always did every good.

As the canopy that my eyes behold

Shelter my imagination’s deity

As she used to enter through it

Chirping and hopping like a bird pretty.

Just ten years and two months

Had made her little life

And brought her so close to my bosom

That I shall be reminded of her, of her alone

If in March flowers blossom.

The rain drops and the winds

Make me see those days

When we danced in the soaking rains

And breathed the windy rays.

Nothing can make a place

That she has reserved in my heart

And therein she still lies

Not in the barren grave

Not in her rotting woody shelter

But in my heart, which still cries.

You hold the reins of your horse

2009-10-29T02:53:00.000-07:00

You are the master of your galley

You are the one who makes it move

Snaking through the waters green

On the unending stretch of brine

That splashes and tosses around you

And its waves towering high

Show you the doom that may be nigh

And the jutting rocks hither and thither

Where you ought to be careful as you slither

But you are the master of your galley

And by your will, every storm you can allay.

You are the pilot of your craft

You are the one who makes it fly

Slicing the air as it races through

The void of nihility but air

That moans and sighs as it parts

And shrieks with delight as it meets again

Telling you your efforts are all vain

And the clouds that overshadow your sight

When you think things aren’t going right

But you are the pilot of your craft

And you can control it by your shaft.

You are the athlete of your life

You are the one who runs it

Through joys and sorrow, fun and pain

Ups and downs and through plains

Through tough times and through failures

Your boat you have to manoeuvre

And the upsets and barriers you face

Where you shouldn’t give up the race

Because you are the owner of your life

You are to save it through all strife.

In the Graveyard...

2009-10-27T23:52:00.000-07:00

One, two, three... as the numbers flow

A little lass; eight, nine, ten... runs frantically

Searching for a hidden spot – relief from exhaus’.

Into the gray yard her dainty legs carried her

Where the fir and birch and pine lined the walls

And in the clearing stood bravely, the slabs and the cross’.

Can a better place ever be found?

I wonder... no wonder

The searching eyes searched for a hollow tree

A bush or thick heather and rested

Upon that fresh mound barely six feet

And couldn’t move, it didn’t want to be free.

The earth smelt fresh, the air aromatic

There was a serene silence and eeriness

Draining away, the staleness of life

This world is too exiguous, this yard’s room enough

Too good, from the brutish erudite world

And this brusque life with its customary strife.

I wouldn’t want an inch more

Than the measured space granted to me

I’d be glad enough in my wooden home

It’s so enchanting to feel this loving calm

Liberty – from the labour, this world of fantasy

Peacefully lying in a burying tomb.

“Amy! Where art thou? It’s getting dark.”

What’s it that calls me back?

This name that doth follow you everywhere

This existence that’s reality

And I know I should live my life and suffer

Entangled in this worldly snare.

Until one day when I’ll be carried to this paradise

From where I am being taken away

Where I wish to stand and stay

And I’ll be nothing but soil again

Forgotten with my rotten bones

As in this yard, in a grave, I’ll lie.

Eyes

2009-10-25T23:14:00.000-07:00

Tremulous and bright

Dark and light

Telling a story or singing a song

Flashing a smile

Heaving a sigh

The mysteries of the eye go long.

Hiding the pain

Enjoying the rain

They mirror your every thought

Dropping a tear

Displaying a fear

They treasure every glimpse you ever caught.

Lighting your way

Letting you see the day

Eyes are a guide, gentle and kind

Speaking your heart

Seeing their heart

Eyes are the bond that binds.

Gulmohar in April

2009-10-25T23:10:00.000-07:00

My heart warms as I see the Gulmohar

Decked in a flaming attire

I feel the fiery glow

Blazing under the veil of sapphire.

Tiny leaflets whirl and drop

On my head as a soft shower

And I feel a pleasant touch

As I stand under its bower.

It welcomes me into its vicinity

Strewing flowers on my way

And its leaflets fan me cool

After the hot April day.

Cosy words I hear from its parted lips

As I lap their wiry tongues

Even though it’s all Greek to me

I know to me they have just sung.

Coupling with the blazing sun

It’s the flame on the high perch

And swaying nineteen to the dozen

To its music, it makes everyone lurch.

Fluting its lute when the hot wind blows

It lures everyone under its shade

And before its lusty ballet dance

Everything seems to fade.

Decked in ruby it sheds its glow

Spreading its florid radiance

Bringing twilight in the gloom

Gulmohar enriches its ambience.

Never let it go...

2009-10-24T00:07:00.000-07:00

Never leave the hand that wiped tears off your eyes
Never leave the hand that held you when you were falling
Never leave the hand that lifted your fallen being
Never leave the hand whose firm grip gave you assurance
Never leave the hand that touched your heart with a touch
Never leave the hand that has given you so much.

You may think you will find someone better
But with time you will realize
Nothing could have held you better
Than the hand you let go.

It's Dawning

2009-10-24T00:05:00.000-07:00

The Sky at the horizon is blushing

Turning florid and florid as a girl newly in love

Her eyes brightening at every little praise

Her lips quivering her feet dainty like a dove.

The birds in the trees are twittering

Getting ready for their early morning flight

Waking up each other and saying their goodbyes

Shaking off their slumber, getting over the night.

The grass in the greens are dancing

As far as the eye may watch them grow

Wearing a crown of pearl in each single blade

Bending right and bending left; giving a lovely, gentle bow.

The butterflies are closing and opening their wings

Ready to start their kissing spree

Flying from flower to flower in a flutter

Making them dance and soaring free.

This is how the day welcomes the sun each day

With a blush, a twitter, a dance and a kiss

So open your eyes and take in the sight

Wake up, it’s beauty you cannot miss.

Simple Things

2009-10-20T21:26:00.000-07:00

The simple things in life that do not cost a thing

Makes a big difference if uncared for

While a smile can straighten every curve

A frown can twist everything for sure.

Little flowers by the roadside can warm you up

The small streams can cool you

And just for a simple change in your heart

Your world can turn all new.

A simple word of praise can make

Someone’s day all bright

A simple sorry can make all strains

Simply turn all right.

But a harsh word can make someone’s heart

Grow all sour and cold

And you know your unspoken looks

Can bring miseries untold.

A glance at the sky captures the stars

High up in the night sky

And if you close your eyes it distances

Every relation that’s nigh.

If you open up your arms wide

The world becomes your own

And if you just close them tight

Everything turns unknown.

It's nice to belong...

2009-10-19T03:45:00.000-07:00

A smile lights up your world,
A smile flashed at you
And you keep thinking how and why
Someone could smile at you.

It is not that you don't deserve it;
It is not that you donot long.
You can not trust the smile was true
Just because the you feel you donot belong.

At times, you feel you are in the crowd
And at times you are all lone.
People want you to understand them
But for you all hearts are stones.

You cry and you are offered a tissue;
And you so desire a shoulder to lean
You want to pour your pains out
But suddenly the world has turned mean.

Just smile back and keep smiling dear
That's the way to love and live.
You may not get all your smiles back
But slowly you will learn to believe.

Though the way is hard
And the night is long
Keep smiling, you will get some back
and you will know, it's so nice to belong.

You are a poet as well...

2009-10-18T23:50:00.000-07:00

Poems are like mirror that reflect the deepest feelings in the most wonderful ways. My confrontation with poem first took place when I had joined school and was amazed at how words could be connected to be sung. That was my nursery experience. Screaming lungs out and trying to be heard more and more and all the while trying to sound better than most others as we would try to match our voices to the rhythm of:

Twinkle, twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky.

With time I would feel lost in the beautiful picture painted through words by Wordsworth, Keats, Tennyson, Milton and many more.

And then I realized that everyone is a poet. We only need to pen down our feelings.

Though I am no Wordsworth or Keats, I would like to share my feelings with you so that you may feel lost in the picture that I would paint through words and may be one day you will find the poet in you.

WELCOME DEAR POET...

There are different forms of poetry.

Lyric poetry is short and expresses thoughts and feelings.

Epic poetry is long and depicts history or the lives of great men and women.

Narrative poetry tells a story.

Dramatic poetry is like a play.

Ballad is a narrative poem with a rhyming scheme and short verses.

An elegy is a sad poetry written in someone’s death.

An ode is a celebration and is lyrical addressing a person or thing.

Sonnet is a 14 line poem with a fixed pattern of rhyme.

Blank verse is a poetry that does not rhyme.

Free verse is a poetry that rhymes.

Happy Composing...