A Novel read by all...

I fear the way it started,
it might sound borrowed.
but the body,
truely brings out
the soul of the writer's concious intentions.
you might not relate to it in the middle,
but thats normal cause the prologue warns you of the same.
there might be some happy pages,
while at others the twists may make your mouth drop.
but thats what you would talk about later,
and then again get back to ardent reading.
while at liesure
you would be annalyzing its characters,
passing judgements and forming perceptions
and then changing them with time
as you turn those pages
and then getting back to your old perceptions
at times you might want to re read a few pages
to make comprehensive head or tail
out of the literary genius who penned it
but then there might not be enough time
as the current drama would hold you
and force you to move on
you may want to change a few chapters
to your convenience
while at other wish to omit a few
but by the time it reaches its end,
you would wish it started all over again.
such is the beauty such is the strife,
we all are ardent readers
to the novel written by all mighty
called 'LIFE'

Forever

Its another day in another world,
A new place with a new face

So many have come and so many have gone.
How many more? How many more,
Will I see , Will I love , will I part.
How many more will walk with me,
Walk beside me in the sands of time,
As brothers , sisters , lovers.
All to fade away into my Yesterday.

Like a mirage the memory shimmers,
In the distant corners of my mind it beckons,
So alluring so seductive, It lingers
Filling my soul, my whole.

I close my eyes and am taken to it.
Living once more in a yesterday of my choice,
Colors all bright and the lights all lit.
This is life, this is eternity, says the voice.

But then I open my eyes and I see my world
This new place and this new face
And then I know that tomorrow,
You will be part of the yesterday I chose,
You will, however, remain,
My true love, forever.

AGAIN???

If you think you know me
think again,
If you think you've got me,
wink again.
If you think I am laughing,
smile again,
if you think I am crying,
its for a while again.
If you think I am a flirt,
flirt again,
If you think I am hurt,
hurt again.
If you think I miss you,
miss me again ,
If you think I need to kiss you,
kiss me again.
If you think I wish to hold you,
hold me again,
If you think I am bold,
you've told me again.
If you think I am funny,
have fun again,
If you think I am romantic,
lets see the setting sun again.
But it all begins where it ended,
I believe its ended again.
If you think I am offended,
offend me again.
Hoping again that again never dies,
again and again,
I've been living in lies.
But do not know why
I want it again,
Again felt so perfect,
That I am in love again.

i and i alone

One day as I crawled out of bed,
this peculiar thought cropped in my head.
It said,
are you dead?
I don't know why, but to the mirror I ran,
is it possible can I be a dead man?
In a matter of seconds to my surprise,
It came to be true what I felt were lies.
In the mirror as I gazed I stood appalled,
on the bed was my body that never crawled.
I did get up how could that be,
while I stood there, on the bed was me.
Died, dead, departed ???
but life had just started!!!
I gave a call to my mother,
and then to dad and then to brother.
But none could hear me like I said,
my body was there but I was dead.
At a distance, outside, I heard mom call,
I ran towards her as I ran through a wall.
Could I do it wow that seemed magical,
or rather I should say it seemed illogical.
Mom was climbing the stairs, approaching my room,
unaware her son's not sleeping , he's reached his doom.
As she swung open the door I covered my eyes,
I wouldn't have been able to witness her cries.
Anytime now when she would learn,
then they would take me away and simply burn.
While all these thoughts bombarded my head,
I couldn't believe, me, myself said...
yeah it was me these aren't lies,
I said, “yeah yeah I'm up just resting my eyes”
As mom walked out she walked through me,
but I am here this cannot be.
Then I recalled, what happened last night,
myself and I both had a fight.
While I said I love her and cant forget,
Myself kept saying,”you'll have to you bet!”
and then the fight reached its goal,
Myself kicked I out of its soul.
Now in my body lives myself alone,
While I am left with no flesh no bone.
Now who knows what happened how when and why,
I live without myself and myself without I.

Once Again as I picked up the pen ...

I never feel the urge,

but yet it seems like a need.

When words jump and splurge,

like high on weed.

It never happens otherwise,

but at times i feel i should.

This week it happened twice,

I hardly belived i could.

Can you believe it happens always,

whenever my mind wishes to speak.

Might be in a elevator or the hall way,

It happens every week.

At times it seems a call,

At others just a noise.

My fingers begin to ball,

When my heart gets a voice.

Conversing with this feeling,

I did the same once again.

I reveal the thoughts i've been concealing,

Once again as i picked up the pen...