mayabini - thoughts...

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Mon, 07 Aug 2006 13:05:00 +0530

Far away from the strobe lights

Beyond the music so loud

There might be a world…

A world of our dreams

Where love is the language the heart speaks

Throw away the mask; wipe away the grease-paint

It’s time to be happy; time to get real.

The reasons that made us to cry will cease to exist.

In the darkness around

Where gloomy thoughts smear our mind

Friendship will be the new Sun…

Timeless it will be… forever bright, forever there…

O’ Dear! What a feeling that’s sure to be!!

Friendship --- Isn’t it what Life’s all about?!

Bondage

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Mon, 07 Aug 2006 12:05:00 +0530

Hundred years of solitude

A thousand years of pain

Everything to be endured

Being in a bondage of chains

Chains made not of steel

Or of anything that hurts the skin

Like some mystical barrier

Clinging to one’s soul…

As if some past life's sin

Drawing blood, eating the flesh

Though they are oblivious to the eyes

Every effort to smile

Was sullied by blood and tears

Every hope to fly

Was dashed to the ground

Bondage v/s freedom… O’ what a fight!!

Waiting for that day

When even time gathers rusts

Tearing every chain… and smiling while it lasts!

One…

Imagine...

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Thu, 20 Jul 2006 22:30:00 +0530

Imagine a sky so blue

Imagine a rose in full bloom

Imagine a world full of Love

the dreams we’ve woven together

With the fabric of love

imagine if it’s for true.

The smile of your visage

The pain of my heart

Imagine, imagine…

Imagine a morning dewdrop kissing your lips

Imagine a child’s first cry

Imagine a world full of Hope

the world we’ve woven together

With our flights of fantasy

Imagine if it’s for true.

The path of your dreams

The cries of my soul

Imagine, imagine…

Imagine a tiny boat in the rocky sea

Imagine a dying man…

Prisoner of the Mind

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Fri, 30 Jun 2006 13:35:00 +0530

Prisoner of the mind
is what life has made out of me.
Every flower that I touched
turned into a damnation, a forlorn curse.
How much you want me to pretend…
That I am not dead yet?
How much do I have to smile…
To hide the tears?
The mind is causing me all the pain
Showing me motifs that just don’t fade.
Like a charlatan… fighting hidden demons
Like a child…chasing imaginary butterflies.
Existence is blurred
In a mire of emotions.
A steely silence lulls me to sleep
Only to jostle me up the next moment.
With imaginary silhouettes clouding…

A Day Will Come

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Mon, 26 Dec 2005 19:40:00 +0530

A day will come
When my words will
Win your heart
Though I maybe
Long dead by then.
A day will come
When we’ll just love one another
Without being a judge.
You may say that I was a fool
But can you say that
I didn’t love you true?
Maybe I was a dreamer
But…
A day will come
When dreams might
Just come true!

An Ode to Jonathan Livingstone Seagull

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Sun, 27 Nov 2005 12:20:00 +0530

In the pages of a dusty book
I found someone whom I always knew…
Someone who existed somewhere…
in the deep bend of my heart
He was there waiting to be rediscovered
He was the answer to many of my questions.
For other’s he might be…
Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingstone Seagull!!
But for me he’s the motivation to go on and on…
Never before flew a bird in the whole wide world
With wings flapping ever so proud
Ideas so great that they became priceless
Jonathan… are you just a seagull?!
Jonathan you showed me the path
My life should lead…

Me & Bruno

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Sun, 27 Nov 2005 12:15:00 +0530

When I think about Bruno now
It makes me feel so sad
Bruno was my friend
During those sweet childhood days
We played many a games and
Chased bright yellow butterflies
Oh! It was fun to live in la-la land
And play with Bruno all day long.
Like my shadow… Bruno was always there
through sun and rain.
Not a drop of sadness kissed my face then.
Those days weaved memories so sweet and deep
O’ it was just like livin’ in Paradise…
Now in reminiscence my eyes goes moist.
Bruno’s fur was blonde but he was not so dumb!
He…

WINDS OF CHANGE

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Thu, 19 May 2005 20:05:00 +0530

As time flies by
Like a bird in fleeting haste
To beat the sun as it sleeps
Giving us moments---sweet and otherwise
To turn into memories.
A fool, like I’ve always been
Tries to hold that memories
Into my clenched fist.
As if fighting my destiny
As if pleading…….
My life will ne’r be the same again
(alas!) Time changes everything.
But……
Since the day you coldly whispered
That you’ve changed
That the world which we both shared
no longer exists, memories be damned!!
Those smiles, those tears
Prayers and flowers
All faded and died---
Being swept aside by the ---WINDS…