hold the stick

in my hand i hold
the greatest wand of all times;
yet i knew it not
feeling hopeless when things went wrong
battering my sole for i had no wand;

the touch of which
shall get the sky glowing;
the feel of which
gets the feathers flying;
the sense of which
makes a man's presence;
the glow of which
enlightens hope;
and the use of which
brings success and happiness;
and the beholder of it
most pure,true and living;

the air that i breath,
the mind that thinks for me,
and the heart that beats
once struggled their way through!

had i known of what to do then
I'd be a born genius,
or should i say
a born robot;
though I've wasted time
on relentless pleasures
and made my self a hundred queen;
yet i feel
the waste wasn't in haste!

now i know
what i lose,
what i left undone
and what that results in is known
so now i will play the rebound
where the clock will again strike 12!.....
.....to return there
where i belong
and use my hand
what it beholds for good!

have i to say I've lost the battle
I'll say I'm still alive
and may be not on the grounds yet,
be it what ever this time
i will let chivalry lead my bones
bravery take me to the thrones
and wand guide me through
this time i promise
I'll stand with full try
and know all the spells........

lush green and the moody rain

the mood was so unknown,
that day i could not predict the weather......

as the lace parted
and the silver lines evolved,
the lush green split
into an amazing jesture
and spoke of the comming.....

slowly faded in the bow
and i guessesd it's show
like flour's dough
it soon formed 7 beautiful rows;

holding my breath
i stared at it
not a blink
and yet my eyes were not able
to capture all depth;

into my eyes the cloud
came in and gave me a thought;

upon the silver line i sat
and slipped into the depths
as if i were to play mental maths
with which of teh 7 rows
was possibly going to be mine?
around me i saw 6 more angels
all in the same game
and ho!i loved it
slipping through one colour
and going to the next,
violet,indigo,blue,green,yellow,orange,red.......

holding the end of it i claimed
that i wanted more,
sorrowfully i was placed on the silver line again!

my hand felt wet
i tried to hush away whatever it is
but someone poured the water again
a little eye space
and ho!what a sight!

the rain was here
after the thirsty leaves begged of it's existence
and here i was
sometime before asleep
and now so dumbfolded
at the sight
my hand still lay on the curtain side
where the pretty drops pay their homage!

to know the unknown~(to face the reality)

the gushing water

in the river below,

the riding wind

blowing with all it's might,

the roaring fire

that keeps warm my attire,

the mellowed down crimson

has let the moon take it's duty late;

tonight i shall see the undone,

what hath been waiting to be risked,

where ne shall be created or destroyed,

where i know not the starting

and cannot predict the end;

i feel the breeze call to me,

lure me to know it's unwraped secret,

i reach out to touch the star so far away

and if it were not for physics i had touched it,

the river goes still all of a sudden

as if the king shall walk the roads,

i strain my eyes and gauge the level

and see the tides have risen,

the silent night kept my secret

in the most mysterious way

and so far from me;

i have yet not decided

for my brain has no sense now,

my hand feels numb as i keep it

on the snow covered railing,

and yet another luring sound

luring to know the unknown......

the chariot wheels roll over the cloud,

the snowy horses pulling it with all the might,

and the night queen simply glides away

in her grand chariot;

my eyes feeling so helpless

for it should not beleive what it sees,

the chariot yet again luring me to take the ride

beside the moon,

to travel with her to nowhere

and know the unknown.......

in front of me i see nothing

but a ball of fire

letting a smirk

and glimpsing my beauty

as if it shall take it all

and i'll be standing helpless;

i know not what i hold so precious

that could be stealt

i looked at it and said

'i have not the courage to unwrap th risky,

but i bear all honesty in me

which shall not part from me

unless my soul part from my-self!'

it smiled upon me and i knew

te new day's sun it is,

shall i not fear it

it will not bother me,

and someday i will remove the cover

over the unknown......

once when i shall know

that no one save me should lose anything

till then in me i keep the strength to

overcome the nature's lure,

to save my loved ones

from the harsh realities.

desert maid

rising from the desert storm,
a desert maid I am;
lying in the arms of the sand
low below the dusky sky;

in my hand I take some sand
out they slip one by one;
counting I need to learn again
for I cannot number them out;

with hands so hot
and winds so harsh;
skin so dark
and water so scarce;

I am a granule among these dunes
a rose in the desert
that thrives on air 
and rises from nowhere;

here we live with our
distant relatives;
the sun , moon and earth;

I rise from dust 
and shall vanish here;
but remains my mark
.......which slowly the winds shall change;

remains so strong 
that winds be lame;
on hitting it
it shall turn to breeze;

such are the mortals here for
a change that will live on..............
rest will return with the wind

rising from the desert storm,
a desert maid I am;
lying in the arms of the sand
low below the dusky sky........

let the flower bloom

dew drops on the flower you are so dear to me
your dropping down to my cheek
and then slowly going into the soil by the grass
you look so pure so gentle to me
will you not tell me the secret
to your existence
why you were chosen and not your friend?
why your brother failed and you survived
did he not wish as much as you did
did he not try harder
did he not pray
did he not cry
did he not say
let the flower bloom

when it's the beginning of the day we see the dew drops and caress the flower,run through the dark grass and fiddle riddle with the the tender leaves.......which do we choose the most beautiful one or the ugly one or the cutest one?one that appeals to us not more than our eyes desire.defined are our conscience and the words we say but unknown are the reasons.the flower which blooms hasn't it gone through a variety of season change and varied wind directions.....it is put to test and it survives. but what if he who knows as much is not selected.....what if he is not given a turn......what if the seed had not got the soil. there are many unfortunate souls we know but what has to be done?nothing just cry with them and party with them.selfishness to it's own debt.you care not fr the unfortunate but what if you are one.....you care for yourself and take merely any time to start all fresh the things  you need to do to fare well.but if you do no get the chance?let the flower bloom.if the flower has promised to behave itself  and be a part of the plant what have you got to do against it.it will thrive give it 'let the flower bloom'.