Bamboo Shoots and Flights of fantasies

My aim is to be like the bamboo shoot
So strong in its roots, and so flexible above;
When a Strong wind blows, it bends,
But never breaks.

It gives the strength to wild grass to grow,
Carefree on its roots; around it, enmeshing it.
Little pins and needles seem stuck in my heart;
Bleeding it at inappropriate moments.

The more they push themselves in,
Like a bamboo tree, I shall grow higher;
Reach towards the skies, touch the stars,
WIth stars on each of my fingertips.

I shall see dreams of fairies and love.
Somwhere beyond the horizon,
My dreams will take flight, like birds.
Then this simple rooted thing,
Would have taken flight.
No sudden pangs of heartache,
Will then caress that dream's heart.

Smoke

She looks on the passing traffic.
The whizz and the busy honking.
People in their normal pursuits,
Going noisily about their business.
She looked at the milieu,
With mildly curious eyes.
Drawing smoke into her lungs,
Closes her eyes against the sun.
Not feeling its warmth, nor the noise.
For one sublime moment...
As the smoke curls inside her.
She keeps her words locked inside,
Too precious to be shared...
Treasured inside, away from sight.

Hey stranger!
Wont you ask her what they are?

Happiness

I read and see so much that it bleaches my insides,

there is just too much theory and too little soul.

All I want is now lost in the ashes of time.

Grey with ages, floating away like dust,

they crumble on the tips of my fingers,

As I shut the old book with a firm thud.

Only you can hear me through the silence.

In your eyes, I see the reflection of brilliance.

The dipping orange glow of the setting sun,

against your profile, the happy twinkle.

Strange as it seems, I'd find comfort in darkness,

but now you make sunshine so mellow.

And now that I have found you again Happiness,

I promise to never let you go, till death do us part.

A moment, A lullaby.

There is a short moment when I wake up…

When the line between reality and dreams is almost blurred.

There is a short moment of absolute peace…

Before the troubles and long forgotten woes come rushing in.

A minuscule moment of bliss, so sweetly sublime…

Where I feel that alls right with my life, the worlds just fine.

A moment of dreams so real, that I can almost reach out for…

That tiny split-second moment makes me want to go to sleep.

World on Pause Button

Life dances with her shiny twinkled toes.
Madly round and round 

                                             ................a carousel.

The melodies play on a bitter sweet mode.

Lovely tinkling noise

…..….a murky brook.

They go around from mouth to mouth.
Words don’t matter much

.............sinking sand.

People have their colorful masks.

They say "I do"

                                                      .........they don’t.

Sitting on the cold park bench.

Watch the world go by

                                             ........…..a mad rush.

Felt you when I wrote the last line.

In white moonlight glow.

  ………..was sleeping.

Have the world on a pause button.

Coz my world is bigger

                                 ….than you can ever imagine.

For some romances last...even after they are over.

I'm saying goodbye even before I say hello.

Every time I am just walking out the door,

When I haven't even tried turning the key.

For it is only in my loneliness do I find you.

It's in the whisper of time that I hear you.

Softly brushing against my skin in light teasing,

Of memories--dark and light, sad and pleasing.

So many sunsets, twilights and open endings.

Drinks that burned the back of my throat,

Cannot even compare with the unshed tears.

For I am loathe to part with them,

Now that they're all I have left of you.

A lifetime is too little time to get over you.

And the reason is simple, I just dont want to.

Hoping that if one day on passing each other by,

You'll find it in your heart to smile once before I die.

It is indeed so hard to die when there's beauty around.

Dark shadows cloud my eyes-what's lost is once again found.