a shoulder away

Hi,

I knew it since day one, I knew it- she said it, she behaved to let me know that -that is the way it is. but I went on.
sitting next to her, everyday, i said this one thing to myself, I don't mean it, but today as I know, me ain't going to be there, I again looked at her, i searched her eye. I still found a wall, I found nothing more. The wall was always there, but I was disappointed to find it there, how odd it was- she still wanted to be part of my memories then become a part of my life. Truth, it matters not when it won't come out.
It remains buried there. but every thing that is buried, flowersl a poem

loving has no name,
I said it a hundred times,
Lovin' I said,
needs no name
and let you go.
back to what you said,
was your life.
what you said
is yours but not mine.


years and day, I questioned,
why you have no name in my life,
repeated to me-
why can it not be,
you live your life,
with the one you love
and me,
with you, when you let me have time.

Saturday, I searched them again,
your eyes, my mind.
ugly if felt,
my thoughts, my ways,
them all days,
when I knew you ain't mine.

they still say-
you eyes- we are none,
and that shoulder belongs to someone else.
it hurt, hurt
as I pack bags of mine,
hurst as I know,
I fooled me mind,
I fooled my heart,
fooled me all, for a good time.

finding waters

Hi,


yes, I can, change the speed of clock,
but hey!
there is a me
who needs to walk,
where will that he go?

Yes, I can, take a train
watch the sea and return,
but hey!
there is a me
who needs to sail,
where will that he go?

there are worlds,
I can adore on that LED and return,
but the me,
who wishes to feel,
where will that he go?

So, I say-
let me travel the grounds,
Spend my time
next to the coconut trees,
spend my time,
in them country towns,
all walking,
all, but not racing through.

.....Apurva

journeyin' the plateau

Hi,

There comes a time,
you need to cross
them lines of sanity;
do off
with the world of rationality.

There comes a time,
you need to jump
down the stream;
into the mad waters,
talk with the insane flow,
a time;
when you need to let go.

Reasons, my love;
ar' seasons,
we learn them new,
then leave them old; very next day.
You are but more, My dear,
more then them few days,
You are-
immortal, till you breath &
free, from views & dues;
reasons & road, them perish,
You, listen to me-
off with that reason,
off with that goal,
hop aboard the crazy train,
or swim the water
across;
a new sun awaits.

....Apurva

you are still lov'ed

o old house,
you with aamruds outside,
i pleade, please disappear not.

you are memories,
me playing outside
with me friends,
and of talks with my girl,
while my mama screamed inside.

you still are
that door and walls
who watched,
when my fathers
tried, to tame my head,
memories of time,
when my mama cried.

o old house, i pleade,
please, disappear not.

the road, yes challenges,
the cars and the rising towers mock.
while you stand,
i understand your neighbours
are all lost.
alone you stand.

them call you past,
but i do not.
wish, my children too,
grow up with your care,
wish, them too get to know,
you and our innocent trees.
wish, you could stay.

o my beloved home,
i pleade, please disappear not.

apurva

Finally

bullets, my brother, talk not peace,
bullets, my friend, silence the opposing face.
consider not war as end,
but an act
that deletes the other.

wonder not, why not the invincible you,
holds your gun up,
stands and screams,
but that, bruised, old town;
them oppressed and hurt stand not.

it needs your hand,
your sweat,
not guns, not money,
but thee.

you, my brother, are the key;
you, my friend, are lord's angel,
throw away that gun,
a pen, a hammer n nail,
thy heart is what the land needs.

apurva

Bird's thought

Hi,
I was just, you know, thinkig about children, those little once who go to school. Yeah, under the burden of those books and parents saying, you got to grow up. Well, i was just thinking, you know what i mean. :)

i just though,
about that bag
he carries, to dump back home.
why to put him through,
an ordeal of thoughts,
concerning him not,
written hundred years back,
even before him being born.
i just thought,

why kind of teach him all,
without asking,
without knowing his heart.
deciding for him what he should be.
growing him up
even before him being born.
i just thought.

Strings of an odd

Strings of an odd

them aint love,
what i see.
you know, over the seats
in the theature night
inside the passing car.

love has strings,
one ye can't touch.
you know, that odd couple
sitting talkin' of bread,
fitting the cycle seat.

Apurva.