Dies Slowly

Dies Slowly 

he who becomes a slave of habit,

repeating same path every day.

Who doesn't risk wearing a new colour

And doesn't speak to whom he doesn't know.

Dies Slowly 

he who makes the television his guru.
he who avoids a passion,
he who prefers black on white

Dies Slowly

he who doesn't turn the table when he's unhappy at his job,he who doesn't risk the certain for the uncertain to follow a dream,he who doesn't permit himself at least once in his life,to flee from sensible advice.

Dies Slowlyhe who doesn't travel, he who doesn't read,he who doesn't listen to music,he who doesn't find humor in himself.

Dies Slowlyhe who destroys his own love,he who doesn't allow himself to help.he who passes the days complaining of his bad luckor of the incessant rain.
Dies Slowlyhe who abandons a project before starting it,not asking about an unfamiliar subjectornot answering when they inquire about something he knows.We avoid death in soft quotes,remembering that to be alive requiresan effortmuch greater than the simple fact of breathing.Only with ardent patience will we conquer a splendid happiness.

If I could have just one wish

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you. 

Moment's Indulgence

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to singdedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Life is made up
of moments.
Specks of your life and mine
and his and hers
flying about like
dandelion seeds.

So take this one,
softly in the palm of your hand
and set it aside
saved up.

Take this one moment
and sit with me
aside the lit wick
of a new candle
and we’ll wait till it passes.

What you are to me!

A quick glance, a tender smile,
I am caught in a spell.

A gentle touch, a warm embrace,
I know that all too well.

A soft voice, an unspoken love,
Aross the way I see.

A kind face, an inner beauty,
That's what you are to me.

As I Met Myself

One afternoon- when I was ill
Alone taking rest at home and I feel
I found me- a glimpse still…

As I met myself after a long
The world has changed from right to wrong
‘He’ almost looked like stranger
No where to find that heart-
The boy, the child and the thinker.

The clouds have gathered on the waiting sky
This is the month of spring
Desperate we looked up to find
The ‘lion’, ‘the ape; and ‘the king’…
Nowhere to find the canvas and the artist
Who used to dream, sing and dream.

As he stood at the gate
Waiting for the rain to stop
An important meeting to attain
The contract should not flop…
And I remember the day-
Running back from school fully wet
Have to reach the football ground before it’s late
Ma was angry but baba was cool
And I enjoyed the fun of being a fool.

Today, o’ rain wet my outer and inner both
And dropp them into the river
That crosses the vales, the woods, the lands to meet the sea
-My childhood, my adult hood and the eternity…
Playing with the heart
In blissful pleasure – forever… forever.