Apple

Take an apple
Cut it into two
Give one half to your friend
Watch him eat it
The stars in the eyes
The smile on the lips
The sweetness of the apple
That's love.

Kill

Circumstances kill love
People kill love
Love suicides
Well,most of the time!

It's difficult

For fear of getting hurt
I denied love
Then when I got love,I thought
It's difficult...
It's easier to let go,
Go back to sleeping....

God's handiwork

When God was in an interested mood
He made men ,women,birds and animals
He was happy with his handiwork
And wanted his 'children' to be happy
He said(like a father sending the kids on a picnic)
Children ,I shall send you to a beautiful place
I have made specially for you;
Why ,father?
I want you all to enjoy yourselves,be happy;
What about our food father?
Food and drink,and shelter,the best shall be provided;
What will we do there, father?
See and hear, smell and touch ,
Beauty of every kind,
But take care not to damage things!
What if someone takes something for himself?
That won't do,you can experience ,enjoy,but leave it as it is!
What if someone takes another's share?
That would be senseless
Isn't there enough for all,and more?
Is there a purpose for sending us father?
Nothing,my dear little children
Just so that you may enjoy
And then come back to your father!

Wind

I am the wind
Open the doors and let me in
Do not block my way
For I can be me, only when I'm free
Let me in,to delight you
I can tiptoe and twirl
Or rush in and swirl
And make you feel happy
Because I always give
Desire takes ,love gives
I'm on the streets ,with a song on my lips
I'm dancing away,
You can watch me sway
In and out ,far and near
But only if your doors are open wide !

Some thoughts in 'bloody days'

It's raining blood
The earth is wet
Weeping torrents
The eyes will dry
The face is set...
In grief...


The colour of blood
Is orange or red!


Freedom is fragrance
But the jasmine heads are slain
And then trampled upon
By terrorists...


Promises are made to be broken
Slender necks are fated to be cut...


Why don't we start holding hands?
Why don't we open the windows of our minds?
They've been closed for so long...
Are we so heartless as to play nonchalantly
With lives?


The flags are all red
Clothing the bodies that have bled!


In the days of Maveli
There was equality and liberty
Or so they say...
People loved truth
And so there was happiness
Like the different musical notes
That play in harmony
But now rage flares
As egos burn
Smoke stinks of burning flesh
We need to bring the fragrance of love
Back into the gardens of our country...

Ordinary

The ordinary life
Is so beautiful
When you have someone
To share it with!

Bliss

When you get love
You live an ordinary life in bliss
When you don't.....
You have to scale great heights
(To the Himalayan caves)
To get bliss!