Sunday, March 22, 2009

Someday Try to Love Someone Like I Do

Tonight the full moon shines like never before
The milky evening peeps through my window
And says “ Why awake?
Let your eyes close and you float.
The moon in your dream is far beautiful than
The moon in my lap.
She will stay always close to you
And would never go away when the dawn breaks”
I steal some light from this evening tonight
Take it in my blue bowl
And when I see a vivid reflection of mineI reply
“ I don’t dream now a days,
And I have started hating onions”
Someday, try to love someone like I do.
It hurts when dream breaks.
But I encounter truth today
Where I smile when I see you.
Come tonight in my dream again
I will embrace you like the blue sky cuddle the moon tonight

Sunday, March 8, 2009

The Moon, Star and some Thoughless Cloud

Today the moon must have looked
More beautiful than ever before.
So much of brightness,
That the star never saw it before in her.
And the star thought that the Moon will
Wrap herself today with the white milky dress
He always liked.
The star will stay aside today and will measure
The depth of her love
Today he is searching for a caliper
To weigh the depth of her love.
As he can see few clouds, close to her today-
Some moist cloud, few yellow cloud.
Few thoughtless clouds and few budding cloud
Seems like those yellow clouds will
Envelop his Moon with all his madness.
The star has lost his brightness today
Eyes closed and he can see only few
Dark clouds
And waits for the curtain to go down of
200 Rainy Days

BURDEN by Shobha Goswami

One of Shobha Goswami's finest paintings that I am so impressed with that at the first glance I could not resist myself linking it to my blog. She is one of the finest painters in the contemporary times and who is highly inspired by Nature's beauty. To know more about her works please click NISARGA Art Prints

my room

In one of the rooms of mine he studies,in another one he takes his meal, in one of them he sings ,sleeps in the other. He rents all the four rooms of my heart He is none but sorrow. - Nilim Kumar