If I had been God

If I had been God,
I could have their wishes granted
of those in need,
And for those stranded.
But where would lie the essence of hope
of having my own
and with eyes closed, pray them in a bow?

If I had been God,
I could have the eternal knowledge
to share it with those
who seek them for ages.
But where would lie my curiosity
of having them known
and the feeling to learn new?

If I had been God,
I could give love,
to those who never knew what it is,
To those who lost them and never regained.
But where shalt lie my own heart,
of feeling it alive
and the satiation of loving with my own might?

If I had been God,
I could shower friends,
to those alone and gone
to those who never could get none.
But where did lie their value,
to have their warmth
and to be someone not feared or prayed,
but accepted as I am?

And If I had been God,
I would reborn as someone
to know what it feels to touch,
to have wishes and my prayers,
to learn things lost and forgotten,
to love someone beyond imagination,
to be someones' and have someone as a friend
And for a thousand lives of God span
To just be a human again...

How

How irritating can one be?
Poking your ribs and yet whisper
when you are in deep sleep
like the dead in his slumber.

How ignorant can be?
Smiling to the fact fantasized
yet deny the bare truth
like the face hard slapped.

How arrogant can one be?
Thwarted to the pits
the air none left to breathe
and yet have pride in your unrighteous deeds.

How angry can one be?
Punch the face of his own friend
Deluded, He fails to think
If not an enemy, yet even not friend he remains.

But How wonderful can one be?
A touch to make you feel,
Silence to gulp the knowledge in,
Perseverance for the truth
And conscience for your moves.

PS: Just another lame output, while the mind had nothing much to do!!!

Not That Different

If it was just for a smile
Or were it sprinkled by her sorrows,
But if just those pearls
Could I beg to borrow.
For all those times
that these pearls were said
was from only hers
denied by the breach
of his soul that had been beyond repair.
Of those times
she smiled and wiped them off
and he stood beneath
bowed to collect those dime
of not letting any go
yet they never dropped for thy.
And for those
who never cared
yet they dropped,
for their value rise.

And yet the denial
never did fade
a long last stream
over her wet luscious lips
that if curled hither
made the world smile with her
and still she bled them
like being poked with a thorn
but would deny the rose
the stem still did borne.

And if it had mattered
for him to bleed
she would say he doesn't know pain
when the heart strangled hard by the chains
and yet deny the share
for it doesn't matter of whose those eyes were
a boy a girl
a man a woman....
but the tears feel the same
as its for him as well as for her.

If not for those Tears

If not for those tears,
A day marred in grey
And if not for those tears,
I shouldn't miss yet I pray.

If not for those tears,
Could avoid the inevitable
Yet for those very tears,
The inevitably reason would have disappeared.

If not for those tears,
The eyes might have missed the beauty
And if not for those tears,
those eyes would have missed being naughty.

If not for those tears,
A face smeared wet
And if not for those tears,
The pearls, the more the value begets.

If not for those tears,
A stranger would always had been.
And if not for those tears,
As a stranger,
It always should have been.

Friend

Shine on my blind eyes
till the time my eyes started to see
The light strayed my path apart
A hand softly held me away.
Hand in hand I walked
till the light had its way
And my smile to him
Another smile back at me in return came.

And on I walked,
In search of that hand
and came many of them.
I grabbed as many I could
And they grabbed me back longing the chain.

The road seemed long
the distance grew strong
yet merry felt the ride
They still grabbed me along.

And I found one,
when I thought the rest just left
And when I believed they never were a need
the lone hand snaps,
And I betrayed fell in the abyss dead.
I thought I had let them go
And felt back straight
And I found the ones
still holding me tall again.

The road still showed milestones
that read an infinite bond
of some path smooth
and rest a rough patch to catch on.
Some just held through the journey,
Some left midway.
But who cares for the detour,
I still had the ones I cared.

Age failed faith
and teased on its way ahead.
But no sooner did it take its turn
Those hands soothed the wrinkles away.
No matter the bright,
no matter the darkness,
They were as calm as the shine of the moon
and could even blaze the sun could ever get.

And no later the clock ticked again,
I remembered the old innocent smile
A smile shared in smile,
a tear dropped together rained,
Of happiness like feeling deep
of sorrow they never let reign.
Pranks played lived though ages drained
Of even smiles in times of pain.
Of fighting with fists and bruises paint
and sooth the same with those same hands again.

Like the touch on the skin of the drizzling rain,
I realized their value within
Of what my life had been
If not them,
the meaning lost in being sane
And with them a lesson taught called Life
of times past shared and lived
And times they with me will always spend.
to whom I call as Being a Friend.

PS: Another Attempt :)

Who am I to Judge

Who am I to judge
of the choices made
when the realm at an end
yet the faces fail.

Who am I to judge
of the plays played dark
when the audience still claps
yet the truth did always lack.

Who am I to judge
of the ages past
when lust and love dances far
yet the face smile without a scar.

Who am I to judge
of the lonely roads walked
when the crowd still chatters
yet the shadow seem to float
the being flowing simply apart.

And who am I to judge
of those feelings shared
when they never felt forth
Neither will be they be felt,
Nor could they be again adored.

And If I were to judge,
it would only be me
of my choices of my role
of my lust to love with a lone feeling's bold
of me being me,
And thus shalt thee grow old.

Who do You want to Deny!!!

Who do you want to deny
A hidden hope of being
in the thick of things
And yet pretend to stay low and say
I'm just another human being.

Who do you want to deny
when you breathe in the truth
and yet live on a lie
or is it the truth now creeps in
and burns you like on a living pyre

Who do you want to deny
of people who fell for you
but you for none could live
yet you found your reasons to
sting the feelings that remained.

Who do you want to deny
of all the love you fell for
of things you still said did exist
yet they no longer by your side do exist.

Who do you want to deny
that you have betrayed the love
and in return have kissed the traitors
its not choosing the wrong makes you different
but making it right that makes you a human.

Who do you want to deny
that you failed to be the one
of things you proclaimed to be
of people you boast to be with
of relationships you fell in
of friends you claim to be with
I ask thee again,
Do you still deny to be
a lone stranger
amidst your own known hungry crowd
which you know will slowly cease to exist.
And live on a lie
and still blame the world around
of never understanding thee...

You never Know

You never know,
until you've sown,
The seeds of your deeds
& embrace the one's all ready grown.

You never know,
Until you feel,
The love that you've shared
& the one's you received.

You never know,
until you've seen.
The bare strangeness of the facts
& yet fiction you still breathe.

You never know,
until you would believe.
The vastness of this life's blessings
& the impossibility to know everything.

PS: A lame output of an idle mind... :)

Her Burning Stick

The stick burned still on its stand,
the smoke danced in her angst pattern.
Her eyes drooled to its end
Her lashes reminds of what she yearned.

The lit end showed her past,
the fire that once burnt in her heart.
Of people came uninvited
and some she welcomed past.

Of ones she remembered walking in the rain,
of ones she thought would walk
Of ones she drank coffee till the end
Of ones she left half cup.

Her sight blurred by the dancing smoke
Afraid she won't take in.
The cigarette still burns on
She reminded herself she had quit.

Quit her agony inhaling the smoke,
quit her pain exhaling the same.
Quit her wishes holding the chain
Of people around never earned.

She had a good life she thought,
A short one yet a wonderful one
A last cigar wouldn't hurt her soul
But still deep within she'd always want
at her side someone to give love.

And how she wished she did never walk away,
Of times she smiled subtly
played him and walked hand in hand
And then said goodbye gently.

Then today, It would have been a different day,
It wouldn't have been the smoke
nor the fire bitten stick
And she not amidst the smoke,
As always she longed in his laps
But Of the one,
The sole one who loved her back.

Thoughtless Words...

I hope to have justice with words,
Lest I should get lost in midst of the fog again.
I hope to have peace with me,
Lest I should fall in love again.

Not far from here,
I drenched myself in rain once.
And now from this distance,
Its only rain, yet I stand tall dry.

Once when I knew,
I had this game in my pocket,
And before the game even begun,
I knew this wasn’t a game, but my life on the bet.

Yet I took the dice,
And threw the roll
The jackpot never stroke,
But still I gambled galore.

Not was it greed that blinded me,
Neither lust nor loss did make me.
I guess its just her I sought
And none other shall complete me.

And they said I’m hopelessly in love,
And yet they said it can also end up on yet another cup
Filled to brim to the dregs that remained.
Thinking oh wat great coffee it was,
Yet the real taste of it laid in the person in front.

And if it has to be the way of the dregs,
A book, one cigarette would have been a loyal friend.
But wat I sought in her eyes
Might everybody missed,
But I knew without her my life is amiss!!!

Is It?

Its really hard to smile,
Blurred by your sight,
Looking onto the way,
Amidst your own teary eyes.

Its really hard to fake
the happiness that never within,
Laughing out loud,
from a hollow heart's ring.

Its really hard to accept,
to have stopped and expect
of words that never were kept
and yet they demand respect.

Its really hard to believe
of Love so immensely rained.
or were the clouds too dry?
or the sky too small a canvas for her paint.

But is it really that hard to see
the lowly laid eyes, with brimming love inside
to just realize once and hug my despairs
to believe and to let me believe in thus.

Or is it that simple to overlook
that never did mattered
yet just another audience in your play I took part,
on just some random stage,
where a clap and lonely me, you depart....

Not When I knew...

And not when I knew I was lost,

I held onto the parched cloth,

of once when it belonged to her,

the heat seeping in and hugged to it smiling me.

And not when I knew, the path was gone,

I followed the same old shadow,

of once when her and mine were one,

of now it reflected only mine.

And not when I knew, the voice disappeared,

I hummed to the same old song,

of when I heard the melody of it,

Now only words, but the music all lost.

And last when I knew, I was lost,

The parched cloth still wound around,

The shadow less path still flowed ahead,

the song still heard distantly

Yet my hope never failed,

I walk on the path all over again...

Faith

An aide called Faith
did never I found.
Lest I cry should I never frown,
An aide called Faith did never I need
Am happy to just stop others' crying bleeds.

An aide called Faith, never did call,
when needed most when I did fall.
An aide called Faith did I never recall,
I claim my future with my present standing tall.

An aide called Faith, did never remembered
when lost in paradise, I burned in hell.
An aide called Faith, did even I forgot,
I remained calm smiling on my wound's shell.

An aide called Faith, did now give me her glimpse,
of when forgotten and lost, I saw her beauty gleam.
An aide called Faith I called on her again.
But now she dissapeared amidst the silhouttes, only me to be blamed.
And I like an animal with the first blood taste,
now wring in pain, fallen in love
with her shadows on broken panes
Taken the bait, I search for thee,
my lost Faith in you, for I know
Thou shalt find your Faith in me.

A Messege

The hands do never rest
Clocks its tick tock ways,
& so many words just get swallowed
amidst the waves of million hollows.

O thee, the breeze that blows,
Send my message, echo thy glows.
Read my lips, my heart that shouts
the loud silence echoin' around.

If once lest your breath just slow,
Should my rhythm apart, that she might know.
The tumbling feet may never rise.
For her will see even my closed eyes.

She...

Amidst the crowd,
She walked away Careless,
as a stranger her footsteps lay,
Never cared for what be there ahead,
Though being seen, she got lost again.

Glimpses I sought in words around,
Of those few memories found,
the dust never did sublime on,
the age old album never lost ground.

Her smile spoke a thousand words,
her eyes blinked a million thoughts,
her tantrums like those priceless songs,
for her words , I have always longed.

I quench my thirst drinking the distance,
letters in red kept by her side,
the age old smile which marked her grace,
A memoir of her the god has sent.

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