Hope...

When things around you seem to tear apart,

You just need some dope to get a start,

When life seems to be walking a tight rope,

That's when you need a miracle called hope!!

You keep walking seeing a distant light,

For that 'one' chance, you keep up the fight,

You know miracles don't happen that often,

But that doent cause your resolve to soften.

Like a matchstick you keep yourself burning,

To light the candles of hope & yearning!

Hope maybe just a word for you,

But it is life for a few,

The hope of meeting a lost love,

The hope of beating that extra beat!

Hope is what a mother lives on,

Hope is what a lover loves on...

Hope is the fire to keep life warm,

Something you need to hold on to in a storm!!

--Wind

LOVE IS.....

Some say I love thee,
Coz in sadness only YOU can soothe me..
I know what it is about..
It being love I doubt...
You will always want to hold someone,
In gloom it's all that can be done..
And then its easy to say"YOU are the one"!!

When I say I love thee..
From all the worries I want u to be free..
When I m happy joyous and full of glee..
Then it is just you I wish to see..
Coz it's easy to remember you when i hav none...
But when I am happy I have a million!!!
I am glad and everyone wants to share...
But having you with me is only what I care...!!!
                                                             ------- WIND

When it pours

When it pours outside

I get drenched in showers of memories

Memories,which are buried deep beneath the time

Memories which are assumingly dead

But these magical showers make these deep sown seeds sprout

And these grow into trees so huge

The trees that flaunt all the colours

Ranging right from light to bright

Not all the fruits are sweet but sure

Some of them are dearly sour

And suddenly when the rain stops

The clouds of memories stand empty

The huge trees that filled my mind

Vanish in thin air as if they weren’t ever there

Once again my present takes its toll over me

And past has no control over me

The fuel that drives me is my future

---------------------------WIND

WHERE IS THE LIGHT??

“Where is the light?” they keep asking
with a torch in their hands they keep basking
they run through the night
but none of them wants to burn the light
it is not the light they fear
but it is the burning they don’t want near
they readily enlighten their homes
while someone else is burning his bones
they say we are the youth
and I agree it is the truth
but a truth half said
is like interest not paid
yes we are young
yes we are strong
we have the power
we can build a tower
its only a matter of realization
its only a matter of introspection
look inside yourself
and you will see the world in a new light
and this will be a beginning very bright
a burning torch that pours divine light
the light that bedazzles
the light that wins battles
you see the flintstones in the sand
you only need to take that in your hands
and that will give out a spark
never will you have to see the dark
never will you have to ask
“where is the light?”
----------------------------------------------------------- WIND

What for....?

What am I writing for I don’t know?

Is it for the dark night or the days glow?

Or for those people who will never know?

Never will they know that they made homes..

Homes in the hearts of people

Homes in the lives of people

Homes in the houses of people!!

When their thoughts in my mind take birth

I ask myself are they really worth?

Then comes the answer from the unknown

‘They are worth all precious you have ever known’

I realize my thoughts have started to materialize..

It was neither the days glow nor the darkness of the night..

It were these loved ones who prompted me to write...

----WIND

HEED THE SEED

Never does the seed realize
It holds a legacy
It holds an unfinished story
It is the creator of history…


The small sapling it beholds
It’s a dynasty that unfolds
But the seed still finds its world

All around the sapling it beholds

It’s a day of joy for the seed
For a flower has been added
Its dynasty has begun to rise
Still the seed doesn’t realize…

The sapling is no more itself
It grows into a plant and then it’s free
The seed is no more the part of the tree
Now the branches come out
The tree has no doubt
This is its world
Its dynasty….

Here the tree doesn’t realize
The seed is its cause
And it is the means…
Until a day comes when its branches
Don’t remain its parts
The tree they don’t even recognize…


This is the time the tree feels sad
Not only for itself...
But also for his mom n dad…



---WIND.

MY HOME!!

The city flows thru the buses, it flocks thru the trains..
It travels through the heart runs thru the veins!!!
It’s an addiction one of its kind;
It never lets u off, it tries to bind!!
You get up at seven sleep at eleven,
Through the day you travel via nether n heaven!!!

The summers are all hot and wet,

No one gives a damn and work through the sweat,
It feels like a pebble flowing down the drains,
You feel like god damned you in these rains!!!
The people around u won’t acknowledge although they have registered,
Noticing without looking is an art they have mastered!
They know no limits for joy sorrow n love,
In the park theatre n malls they flock like dove!!!!
----WIND.

Blind Sight

Every day I see that man down my lane..
He wears those glasses and holds a cane..
People say he's blind and he can’t see..
The ones who say so really amuse me!!

Every day I see that man wander...
Makes me think and I do wonder...
Must he be really terrified to go..
To venture in a world where the sighted say no..??

I remember it was a bright sunny day..
And that's when I mustered the courage to say..
I asked him about my fears about the world insane..
Tried to confirm that he had the same..

But he gave me a smile and made me feel silly..
He said he is not blind and can see the world really...
It’s not eyes u need it’s a heart...
Looking at the world is really an art...

He said u see the ugly and u fear..
But there's beauty in it look from near..
If u are scared and chose to be a cynic..
U can’t be really happy u can just mimic..

If fear of the world you can’t cope...
Think of this and you will see hope...
You are a special creation of the ONE above...
It’s only you who can give and take love...

He didn’t bestow this gift to all...
But you can love the big and small...
He never intended to differentiate...
It’s you with your eyes who began to discriminate...

Having eyes should have been a gift for thee...
But it became the medium of fear you see....
Thus I say I am not the one unsighted...
I can love without being frightened...

It’s you who need to see with your heart..
And that’s why I say,
“It’s not eyes u need it’s a heart...
Looking at the world is really an art...”
----WIND