Still Standing.......

Wind sweeping across my face
water flowing right past me
each with its own constant pace
moves forever for all to see

yet i am stagnant
still standing as i was
have i become dormant?
in this confusion i'm lost

leaves still falling in autumn
rain still pouring in monsoons
winter still freezing our bottoms
spring still bathing in blooms

yet i'm still here
here, as i've always been
on my cheek lies a frozen tear
which to all is unseen...

life is never stagnant
it goes on no matter what
so how have i become dormant?
how have i become something i was not??.......

Its too late she knew
It was too early too
It hadn't sunk in
The grief hadn't overcome her just yet
And she waited
No tears to show
As she laid her son
In the cold
Waiting for him to leap out of his grave
Waiting for them to show her his face
But they kept the sheet firmly on
Shaking their heads kindly
They whispered around her
A martyrs mother they called her
But it was too late
perhaps too early
And nature had reversed her ways
A mother burying her son

funeral blues

hey guys....
seems like this blog is forgotten!!!.....c'mon guys...wake up...!
anyways i'm here to post another poem...though not my own....i read it on my trip to germany n found it simply beautiful!!!!!!!!!!
it has a melancholic, depressing note to it...but is beautiful all the same...
hope u all like it...
n hope u post more stuff too!!!

FUNERAL BLUES

stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
silence the pianos n with muffled drum
bring out the coffins, let the mourners come.

let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead
scribbling on the sky, the message - "he is dead"
put the crepe bows round the white necks of public doves
let the traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves

he was my north, my south, my east , my west
my working week and my sunday rest
my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
i thought my love would last forever-
I WAS WRONG

the stars are not wanted, put out every one.
pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
for nothing now can ever come to any good.

- W S H Auden

sands of time

hey i wrote this quite some time back....but now when i realize we're gonna be in 11th just next week....it seems quite appropriate!


time is flying
going by too fast
it doesnt stop though i'm trying
it just flies right past

they say time and tides wait for none
and now i know its true
wish i could've had more time
and then against it i could've won

books lie unread
chores remain undone
clothes scattered on my bed
of things i wanted to do, i could do none

why do the years seem like seconds
when once the seconds seemed like years
why does time fly when i'm happy
and barely crawl when i'm in tears

calls to make
friends to meet
how will i, through this mess,rake?
all tasks lay unfinished at my feet

i want to hold some time in my hands
make the most of what i've got
but time is like the sands
it slips through quickly,like it was there not

time is precious, i know
yet i lost so much of it
but such carelessness again i wont show
i'll treasure even its smallest bit.

nothing will be incomplete
all tasks will be done
this is not such an impossible feat
the race against time can be won!

Life after death

The beauty of the night
fades around me
along with The single song
of the nightingale
I drift in melancholy silence
I know it may not be the end
but the begginning
to a beautiful life
after death
As the memories fade away
i know i cherished
every moment spared
The love around me
bring warmth in my grave
Eventhough they think i am gone
i watch over them everyday
as i am immortal
like my memries
inside of them

The autumn leaves
cover my ancient grave
flowers that were left
withered with the wind
I know no cold
only love
Those who grieved my loss
moved on
I still lie as a memory
still remembered
I know it may not be the end
But the begginning to a beautiful life after death

Another poem i wrote... realli loong ago. I didnt even remember, till I found it browsing my files today.

“It is better to be roughly right than precisely wrong.”
-Lord John Maynard Keynes

Alone

Groping in the darkness
Trying tohold onto the unknown
I feel so desperate in search of someone
I feel I'm so alone.

There is no one for me it seems
They all seem so aloof
Or is it me who's cut off from all
Looking for my existence,a proof?

Am I the one whose heart is cold?
Am I unfeeling to all?
Or am I being shunned by them
Not a visit,nor a call

But how can I be a stone at heart?
When I feel all the pain
The tears I shed relentlessly
Feeling only loss, no gain

Then again,how can I blame
All of them for my lonliness
It might be me,I don't know
I just can't sort out this mess!

Merci for your time & patience with my crap!