The Last Dance

Lovers at a heart beats distance,lost yet found
Gaze,they gaze deep,before
From this world they are no more
Disconnected so much are they
to no logic do they fall prey

dance,they dance on a cloud
wrapping each other in a shroud
of love...and passion fierce...

words,no words dare describe
a love so strong
all words do loose meaning,
all time does its sense
nothing but love comes to their defense

consuming each others fears they dance
to a green world it seems a trance
as it demands some explanation
to describe its own in consolation

lost so lost in each others eyes
away,from the green world & all it's lies
flow, they flow like steam,together
hoping to be parted never

Poetry-My Expression

Poetry loves itself it seems
A window into the sub-conscious
of one's deepest fears & dreams

Pen to paper do meet
in a harmony of emotions bitter-sweet
String do I,words as I scramble
holding my minds tongue as it begins to babble

words from the heart, not from the soul
seem to stop and flow
Isn't it better to pen thoughts on paper
Then in a second it would be, later
so as I write I begin to savour
Emotions of mine of every flavour

Doesn't it seem a moment too late
To capture my feelings in their present state

Poetry freezes those feelings in time
What did feel I , when I wrote this line.....

My Love~A Tribute

Soft does play the music from far away
To the tune of which we once did sway
So close so close were we
fired with love
consumed by ecstasy

hold her did I in a tight embrace
Nothing could come between us not time, not space
Breath to breath
Heart to heart
Nothing of this world could tear us apart

when time does stop will we part
until then , forever
you will be in my heart....

Aching World

It's a real funny world out there
where people don't seem to care
We talk so much about love and peace
Yet the war and turmoil does not cease

Crying eyes ask me
Is this how life is supposed to be
See the world cries & weeps
Though 6 billion..still lie asleep

People without any desire
To help another
Inkindle in me a fire
a fire of caring concern for another
Love for a brother,a mother
That spreads the hope for another
Another day of being alive
Hoping that a day will come..when man loves man again

Disturbed Minds

Life can be a drag sometimes,
Nothing seems interesting to a mind..
That itself has become as stale as the thought
Of the freedom it once enjoyed…

Freedom to be ,to exist ,to live
Nothing is left anymore ..
Once did seem this a beautiful world
Now has become asphyxiation, a torture that never ends

It ain't a struggle anymore
Nor do any words seem a fitting substitute
to describe what’s left of my sanity

Loneliness cuts like a thousand blades
Through a heart that is already lost feeling…

The First Lie

Give me a reason,
Tell me the truth
I had never thought our love would take this route
Oh what happened I try to understand,
Once together....
Now separated we stand..

You came into my life like a breeze
So now can you leave with so much of ease??
The rains have come & gone away
But I am still here where we fell astray
Your departure has shattered me so,
Into so many pieces it's hard to know..

I remember that night so cold
The night of the poisoned moon...
That night something between us died
It all started with that first lie...

Hear me..

Walk with me every step of the way
remain by my side & i will stay
with you forever more
till time fails to out measure our love so pure

I shall become a breeze that I may stay
forever with you everyday
A breeze that lifts you when you fall
someone who listens when you call..


With you by you ...
like the wind whistles through an empty canion
you shall here me become the rhythm of your heart and your soul...

You..

Your eyes open my soul & see through my heart
like you know everything before i start
to jabber like a lovestruck fool
who did say that love was"cool"?

You have me on your finger wound
Like a faithful puppy i don't make a sound
following you wherever you go
I think there is something you should know..

Love is a two way street as they say
Yet I don't see anything coming my way
I will not hang on to you forever
for you will never love me not now......not ever!!

My Story...

This is a story of a little me,
The day I started writin poetry,
the first line was kinda funny
after which my days were cool & my nights were sunny
yes that one line did turn around
It showed me a new side of me I had never found...
When I wrote now I began to see
the"sort of..""kind of" poet in me..

I wrote about nature,I wrote about love
I wrote about "angels"sent from above
I wrote for the "world" I wrote for my "honey"
Never did I do it for gold or money..

I got out a book for people to see
The bard that was budding in me
to the senses of others,I do reveal
This world of colour through words that are real
To touch others hearts is my true aim
not money or riches or fame....

Heartbreak season..

I have found you yes,my heart is elated
But what bitterness,sweet joy has created
Its been a long time did u know
so much have I missed you yet it doesn't show

Who does see a tormented heart
except the One who tore us apart
He probably did it for a reason
Ever since u left it has been heart break season
My wounded heart is still bleeding
from the day u left has it been reeling
The drops of blood your way do go
Ask a wounded heart that would know...


Yes I did my lost inspiration yet is there cause for elation
among heart break & desolation
A broken heart of your creation
Now does bleed before you...

I remember the days when we were young
Fresh memories in my heart have sprung
In your eyes do I still see
My heart..Z& a part of me


What does remain but words empty & hollow
They do nothing but add to sorrow
Now you are back but times have changed
Yes to me indeed it does seem strange...Listen to my heart beat..it plays a lone tone
Reminds me of the days when I was not alone...

The Blank Page

I sit here starin' at the blank page that has opened in y life,
Fresh is the sense of "beginning"as I begin to write
Pages of my life have now been turned
Till this one a lot I have learned...

Words cant always describe a lifetime...in a way
It almost seems there is nothing much 2 say
Sometimes I ponder on the fact
That nothing does remain truly intact

I say If priceless friendships are all that remain
Then one has nothing else left to gain...
In principle from this life I have learned..
It is only for love that we all yearn