The Loss...... A Boon!!

I lost you... gained many other little hands
May be, asking me not to go

Your loss is  a boon
understand this is world is not for you,
It is a place for goons!

A brother kills a brother,
and a father leaves to attend weddings, just to let you die

the bad will justify themselves
the good will stand quite and take beating

this is a big bad world
I am glad to know, on his lap you are calmly sleeping

the beginning of the end....

It is that time of the year again when you are missed
It is that time of the year again when you are wanted

It is that time of the year when u are kissed
It is that time of the year when you are searched for

It is that time of the year when you are loved more
It is that time of the year when  you are hated for going away

It is that time of the year when I am not me
It is that time of the year when  people have no say

It is that time of the year when I want you to come alive
It is that time of the year when I look even below the curtains

It is that time of the year when I am apoplectic with rage
It is that time of the year when I know death is certain.

It is that time of the year when I want to punish
It is that time of the year when I want to forgive.

It is that time of the year where the beginning seems the end
It is that time of the year my love, when love is all I have to send!

Meanders....

Like a river and not a ravine,
it flows, goes and tows.
the generosity of love,
in this world, Your Holy Shrine.


Travelling through the wide lands,
the forests and mountains
cutting through the rocks,
and seeping through the sands.

Who stops you?
Why don't you stop?
Do you grow old?
But, I do,  like a haggard beau!

Just when obstacles show you down,
you create shapes like the ox-bow,
you do look lovely even then,
seems you have shades to show!

One day you will meet your end,
just like all do,
you will bury yourself
in the lap of the seas,
after all death is certain and true.

Death is not what makes you shine,
its you identity, entity
of passing through the obstacles
creating ripples, on everything you touch
your love, care, help; you so kind!

Trees need you, animals do too
but, who remembers your story
that you were brave
to pave your way through!

You have no weapons,
then how do you fight?
I know, it's your shower of love,
strength, glory and might.

Flow till you bury,
life isn't long
but, a life lived for others,
'is worth it'
is glorified in your song!

A love so Strange!

up and down, round and round
here and there, really not fair
my losses, my gains
sticks and canes!

you laugh, you cry
at times, you just let it go with a sigh!
life is war zone, we are
really really 'accident prone'!

a love-hate relationship
kill you, kiss you
hop, jump and skip!

no rhyme scheme
no consistency
we suffer the 'problem of plenty'!

you go, I go
and say-' be it so '
come back and stalk
each other, hit an all time low!

meet up again,
in the morning sunshine
finish the day
 and kiss goodbye

do i need to tell you guys
this is called 'love'
which never dies!