Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Silent Words

Words fail me,
Silence is my only friend.
These words that flow,
Oh! So silently,
Someday they’ll be sung.
For today, they’re just silent words.

Sing them for me, will you?
Not today, not tomorrow...
But someday, with music in your heart!

Lives will be lived,
New lives created.
With magic will your fingers move,
On that lonely guitar, standing there!

Strum this tune,
Oh! Hum these words.
These words to a silent song,
On a cloudy July night!

Remember these hands that wrote this song,
And smile for me; For these silent words.
Make them eternal, my dear,
These silent words,
These lonely fears!

Saturday, June 28, 2008

A No Song, Song

When I sat down to write this song,
I didn’t know where to begin.
I sat for a few seconds,
Put down the date and even the day;
I continued, not knowing the words,
Only coz I knew I wanted to write this song…
And to write it today.
I guess it turned out alright,
Else you wouldn’t be hearing this note.

So here I am, come to the end of this song,
A tune in my head and a spring in my step;
I am set once more, to face this world,
On my own steam, to find my own dream.

- 29th May, 2008 (Thursday)

A New Fire

Senses become numb,
The fire has been doused.
Years of embers have been replaced,
By cold ashes, flying amass.

As I seek new pieces of coal,
Dragging my feet;
My mind cons me into believing,
The fire’s still alive.

A spark has been triggered,
Even the monsoon rains can’t stop
This fire, from spreading.

Coz I found myself some
Old forest wood, sun-dried for years.
It’s been hidden, safe and secure
For many a years.

Now’s the time to bring it out
And with all my strength,
To feed it into the fire.
You, my friend, are my inner strength…
Now, I know! Now, I know!

- 30th May, 2008 (Friday)

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Sunny Reflection

The sun cast patterns of desire,
As I sat writing in the garden.
An inner calm spread through me,
Inching its way through every cell.
My thoughts distinct.
My writing firm.

It’s a November morning,
A chill is in the air;
But the sun is out,
Nice and bright.
I warm my feet,
And freeze my hands.

As I write these words,
The sun casts a pattern of desire,
On this hand that writes.

What’s on your mind?

Ramblings, lust, burning happiness.
Disparate, conjoined, chilling minds;
Distant, intimate, lonely sorrow;
Black holes, sand grains, testing waters.
Waves, roads, meandering thoughts;
Logic, nonsense, without a word…
Without a word!
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