Thursday, October 21, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Its not worth naming ...
See me and let me see you
Search me in your soul
For I want to live where none can reach
And it's for you and I , We are made.
I ask each day to live
More than the life given
Just to be with you
Here there and everywhere,
And then again we fight
And then again we cry
And we come back
And we see through the eyes
Which are OURS.
So I will want to live for US
And be with you again and time again and forever and whatsoever...
Search me in your soul
For I want to live where none can reach
And it's for you and I , We are made.
I ask each day to live
More than the life given
Just to be with you
Here there and everywhere,
And then again we fight
And then again we cry
And we come back
And we see through the eyes
Which are OURS.
So I will want to live for US
And be with you again and time again and forever and whatsoever...
Sunday, October 10, 2010
A visible head
Its there and not there all the time
What I want to see glitters at the shrine
Going nearer makes no sense
Since it limps away in somewhere very dense.
What I want to see glitters at the shrine
Going nearer makes no sense
Since it limps away in somewhere very dense.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
On the sands I sat and wept
The country and it's men
A nation and it's strength
The right to the Mecca of One Religion
The fight for it's self for other.
The waiting which cost the time
The time which History couldnt bind
The history which looked back too much
The steps to the forward left as such.
The people who didnt care
The Gandhi,The Nehru and The Jinnah are not there
The Roti Kapda Makan is what they ever wanted
The wants which became desires.
To the man of a common religion
who still sits under the tree shade
counting 10,20,30,40,45,46....50
wondering who in the family will eat today
and not knowing the fears for tomorrow
for its the present he lives in
and for the past he does not craves.
He wishes the election of the Prided Nation
will come tomorrow ,
for him it will bring joy among sorrow
for his thumb will bring food of 6,
which he strives each day to fix
and with it will come the sleep,
that he has forgotten he once did.
A nation and it's strength
The right to the Mecca of One Religion
The fight for it's self for other.
The waiting which cost the time
The time which History couldnt bind
The history which looked back too much
The steps to the forward left as such.
The people who didnt care
The Gandhi,The Nehru and The Jinnah are not there
The Roti Kapda Makan is what they ever wanted
The wants which became desires.
To the man of a common religion
who still sits under the tree shade
counting 10,20,30,40,45,46....50
wondering who in the family will eat today
and not knowing the fears for tomorrow
for its the present he lives in
and for the past he does not craves.
He wishes the election of the Prided Nation
will come tomorrow ,
for him it will bring joy among sorrow
for his thumb will bring food of 6,
which he strives each day to fix
and with it will come the sleep,
that he has forgotten he once did.
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