Feelings!

Strong the emotion within, sweet is the flavor,

Smooth is the sensation, vivid the fervor.

Evoking gleeful notions in my mind,

With passion and warmth for them I bind.

Looking for love I just cannot find,

Seeking from someone, who's caring and kind.

Clouded is my mind like the beautiful sky,

With no hope around, I try to pacify.

Flying happily is the peaceful dove,

To you my life a lot I owe.

Descending on me is the golden ray from the sun,

Impressions galore, I find life is fun.

Two Thousand and 12!

Two Thousand and Twelve,

Almost two years to dwell.

Two Thousand and Twelve,

Just two years in our shell.

With each calendar page being overturned,

Each day in passing is making everyone concerned.

Catastrophe is what everyone has to say,

Afterall, nature will end everything in some or the other way.

Casualties and devastation all around then,

The dead will include children, women and men.

The fear in mind of anyone remaining dead or alive,

But I feel nothing will remain, nothing will thrive.

The whole world will remain still and mute,

All will cease that was beautiful and cute.

I see that coming, I see that happening,

Life then for all will not have any meaning.

Everything looks bad, and all is hell,

I hope and pray that this is a dream and all is well.

At a crossroad!

I am on the road to an unknown destination,

Passing along more than one station.

As I walk along the road I take,

I think of my abode in the comfort I make.

Without a clue, I keep walking,

I tread on a path, helpless and nothing.

Difficult it looks is what I think,

Who cares, I pass on with a wink.

Beautiful the flowers are blooming and blushing,

I keep all my despair away and flushing.

Thee' shall reach the place is what comes to mind,

New companions all along, some cruel some kind.

All I see is sand and sand,

At a distance I notice a gleeful band,

Here is the place where I wanted to reach,

I can see that the destination I chose was to be at a beach!

Life in perspective

How old I am to think now,

How young I was to quickly wink then.

How old I am to walk now,

How young I was to quickly run then.

How old I am to eat a fruit now,

How young I was to gulp it then.

How old I am to count my hair now,

How young I was and very fair then.

How old I am to see myself now,

How young I was to always be free then.

How old I am to write now,

How young I was to fight then.

Today is now, and yesterday was then,

I have sometime to live, but do not know until when.

Blog Blog everywhere

Blog Blog everywhere,

Creating a buzz here and there.

Everyone has something to tell,

Reading it, some laugh and some yell.

We write and we let it share,

Without knowing if anyone would care.

Sometimes it reads well, and sometimes its hell,

All this while, people wrote in their shell.

Blog Blog everywhere,

Creating a buzz here and there.

Some write for fun and intend a pun,

So much they write, and in return get a ton.

All in the blog is just word and word,

Some make sense, and some absurd.

Some fall short and even do not find a topic,

Whereas there are many who write an epic.

All I write is to keep it good,

Afterall I am a writer, and writing is my food.

Blog Blog everywhere,

Creating a buzz here and there.

A breezy poem :-)

What a breeze,

O' what a breeze

The rains are here to make me tease.

The gentle wind knocking the window panes,

Reminds me of the lady with long manes.

The surrounding is dark as there is no light,

Making me alone as there is no one is sight.

I have now to go to bed,

Have to rise up early, else I am gonna be dead.

There is lot of work and much to write,

All I have to do is set things right.

I wish such breeze to come all time,

Allowing me always to chime and rhyme.

What a breeze,

O' what a breeze

The rains are here to make me tease.