But it Ain’t Wrong!

This is a song I penned in a moment of musical inspiration. I am fan of both Rock and Country music genres. I foresee someone composing this into a nice little song some day!

Will it be a hit? Let’s wait and listen!

Desolate and Alone

I write a song,
That may never be sung,
But it ain’t wrong, no not wrong
To write a chord that rung!

I etch memories to words,
That may never be pondered,
But it ain’t in vain, no not in vain
To believe you’ll grow fonder!

My melodies may cry,
Tears that may never be seen,
But it ain’t hidden, no not hidden
From those who have been!

My agony hides,
Behind a knowing smile,
But it ain’t a choice, no not a choice
‘Tis a salve for the next thorny mile!

I laugh in pain,
Screams of a wounded heart,
But it ain’t a shame, no not a shame
When life’s ripping you apart!

I see the truth,
In every body’s lie,
Bit I ain’t judging, no not judging
I too am passing by!

You exist,
Though not in my life,
But it ain’t right, no not right
To exhale my desolation rife!

I live to see,
The day I assuredly die,
But it ain’t wrong, no not wrong
To wish for the lasting high!

Believe in your Dreams

Believe in your dreamsThe moment you start believing in your dream, it stops being just a dream.

Your dream is the foundation of your vision. Your belief is the mortar that binds your vision into a reality.

If you act on your beliefs, your actions will help you realize your dream;

Once you have achieved your dreams, they will say you were a visionary with the courage to follow your dreams.

But if you never believed in your dreams, everyone will say…‘Stop day-dreaming you ass’!

When you said I love you

When I first heard you say – ‘I love you’
I just stared
And I was scared Of being lonely
Of losing, before I even found you.

When I first heard you say – ‘I love you’
I had hoped I could say it you first
I prayed for the courage to look in to your eyes
Without turning them away lest you find them moist;

When I first heard you say – ‘I love you’
I wished…I just wished You had said it to me!

Porch Memoirs Part 1

I sit on the porch watchaloneing the sun slowly settling down for a night’s sleep. I can hear the birds rushing to their nests chirping and calling their neighbors to do the same. As always, I can feel the strange calm spreading through the atmosphere at dusk. For the last 14 years since I retired, I have stuck to this ritual of sitting out on the porch even before I lost my soulmate. She used to accompany me till the day she decided to leave me to experience this all alone.

I sit on the rocking chair with my last cup of tea for the day. A black bitter concoction that she hated but always loved to take a sip from my cup and grimace. Now that I remember those sips, I feel she might have been trying to make it a little sweet through that one sip or may be she wanted to show her solidarity in experiencing that hideous spew with me.

As the sun tries its best to throw some light on the mysteries of the night one last time as it disappears, the earth already starts preparing for the long slumber ahead. The orange glow hides more than what it should show. The silence that ensues amplifies sounds that is otherwise lost in the din of the day. I can hear the creaking. I forget if it is the creaking of my chair or my old bones. But the sound is oddly comforting.

At my age, you cling on to anything from your past, as if you are trying your best to hold on to your life. No, I am not holding on to life like a drowning man. In fact, I have been waiting patiently for the infamous cold hand of death that one hears about at all times. She never told me if it was cold or hot. She just left, smiling as usual; just like the day I saw her for the first time.

To be continued…

A Poem without a title

rose_doodle_2There are moments everyday when I feel, in my hands I must hold your face,
And look in to your eyes and say I love you.
I feel like holding you close at all times lest I lose myself in this life’s maze,
And feel your breath against my chest every morning new.

Then at other times I miss your hug and your touch,
And into my hands I yearn for the way your fingers gently slips,
Your ever so soothing caress means so much,
I find myself often reminiscing the soft brush of your lips.

I yearn to see myself in your eyes,
Cradled between your sweeping lashes with loving care;
And gentle whispers in my ears will suffice
Please hold me tight and save me from the wordly glare.

The days you refuse to talk to me are the ones that I dread
I feel so lost and helpless like a lamb
And cry my eyes till red
And pray that you find me and forgive me for what I am.