Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Heart oh heart my dear


Heart oh heart my dear!
Why do you cry and cause me a tear?
Don't you know you are too emotional
your network seems bigger than panama canal!

Dear heart oh my dear!
why do you bother so much and bear 
Don't you know the world is flat 
You can't get tired of running like a rat!

Heart oh my dear 
why do hurting others you fear?
When you know this world is devoid of cheer
Being detached and practical- the rule is crystal clear

Why can't you laugh fully - don't say 
as the answer to this not know i may
why do you get trapped in complications 
halt for long sadly after every second of happy stations?

The reason of being seems so grim
all routes of liveliness seem to trim
what will you survive for dear heart?
you'll lie once and for all on that holy cart

What to do when the world seems choking ?
the burnt dreams seem smoking?
what will you do if you beat for long?
when you end up getting pain all along?

Expectations, desires, aspirations so much you carry
you'll just be another tom, dick or harry
Believe me living is no use
when you'll just be a piece to amuse

Cry softly or someone will listen
At you only they'll stiffen
Don't show in front of them
or they'll break you like any tiny stem

Lets both be calm forever 
promise, you'll cry never
We'll be able to find solace 
in some far of from this world a place!

Monday, May 27, 2013

Happily ever after is but a choice...


I am a lonely traveler in this desert
sometimes I feel lost and hurt
In the desert so vast
It is difficult to find a bond to last

Is there someone I can hold on to?
who saves me from the never ending loo
someone whom i can call mine
in whom all my thoughts i confine

A friend, a guide, a soul mate
whom i can call even when its late
it's not that i don't have travelers alike
but none with whom i can forget the dyke

Sometimes it seems like a sea so calm
but turbulence inside is above alarm
whom to go and ask for help?
for the happiness to yelp

Sometimes i think be it desert or sea
the traveler like me
has to keep moving on
in times to come and that gone

Sometimes i doubt what the fairy tales say
about the happiness in the end that lay
in real things wont turn themselves to rejoice
happily ever after is but a choice.