The Parable of the Sower!

I am like the sower,

Who is tired of his lands,

Or like the winnower,

Who is chained on his hands!

The best of my seeds I sow,

On lands that seem to be fertile,

And wait for their fruits to grow,

To taste the feat, but in futile!

Gods are jealous of my seeds,

Will they ever give me lands,

Where I will never find weeds,

That slay the deeds of my hands!

Will my seeds bear their fruits?

Will the Gods give me some rest?

Will my plants grow from their roots?

Kinship is the fruit I love the best!

My Love Is Like Bubbles

How long can a bubble live?

How deep can you reach it?

My love is like bubbles,

That pop up at intervals!

I dug a huge hole, to bury

A fruit deep beneath,

But it hid its seeds, which

Came out as a giant tree.

Love is its forbidden fruit,

I hold it half-way in my gullet.

Yet, I love it’s taste, like

An addictive to his drug.

Love and loss are my kins,

Who ruin my day and night!

Loneliness is their gift,

No one left to reach out!

I hate love for its gifts,

But often taste its fruits!

Let me die with it, but

Let its seeds die within!

I’m a child, I keep falling!

I’m a child, I keep falling,

Take my hand, help me walk!

I’m a child, but need to walk,

Give me strength, life’s calling!

I keep falling, love’s a fall,

Deserted in mud, I start crying,

It’s a long way, I keep trying,

Lend me your hand, I’ll stand tall!

I keep falling, falling in sins,

It’s for the apple, man falls again,

Eve keeps it in hand, what do I gain!

Love’s the fence that fouls up my wins!

Waiting for the winner

Life is like an old chap

Who keeps on warning you!

I’m his wayward child,

Who never lends him ears!

He taught me nev’r to love,

A girl who can’t walk till the end!

Yet I love girls, for the moments,

Which last but for moments!

It’s like a race, just one wins,

The vital medal on podium!

Many lined up for the match,

None remain, nor their footmarks!

What’s a life, but an await,

For the ones yet to meet!

Hopes of the one who’s not join’d,

Make my race worth running!
 

Hornbill's Cry!

Dreams once gifted me wings,

To fly to lands unseen,

Time, then, made me crippl’d

Of my wings and my dreams!

Thy heart is dead without thy wings,

Wrecked soul looks for spurs,

Body, weak, monochrome, sings,

Like the hornbill that cries for rains.

My muse’s snoozing, deep and fast,

“Come down in torrents” – that’s my cry,

“Wake her up,” my prayer to thee!

“Cure my wings,” I need to fly!

HOPE OF A DROP!

I live for the drops,

That you promise to drop,
Eyes closed, I’ll see them fall,
Stronger than falls, without a call.
I will take your tears, to trace you in heaven.
I will wash your feet, with the same in heaven.

Days are gone, my days are done.
I lay straight, packed within the walls.
Loses are past, my life's a triumph.
The race is over, done with the war,
And the winner lies above his ruins!
Done with all words, I hear no words.
Eyes are closed, but eyesight is left –
It was my wish, the ultimate one,
To spare my vision,
Until mud was 'pon them – 
To see those drops, failing for me.

Looking for the drops, falling from eyes,
I see them flowing, heavy like a flood,
It was a promise – the single surefire one–
The promise of the scar, I carried on my belly.
The stream from her eyes, once watered my drought,
For love – the only love I believe is 
My mother’s ceaseless love for me!

Curious to see my love, dipping her eyes,
I looked for you, raising my head.
They pulled me to my pillow, but
I was keen to raise it again, for
Hope was too strong in me, that
Led me to this bed, of ‘roses’, which
I never, in my life, lay on – ultimate paradox!
There you sit at the corner – in his arms,
Eyes on your watch, weary and goaded,
It was a gift, a precious one, which could tell
The time – everyone’s time, and a lover’s mood.
I dropped back to the bed – closed my eyes,
Thinking of my witless wish, which left the drops on my eyes!

Play on the Stage

The show must go on –

That’s the rule of the world.

We are none, but fools

Who think we’re vital!

Our world is the stage,

Where we play our roles,

As son, brother, or lover,

But never as the ruler!

Make way for others,

When your role is done,

For the play was on, and will

It be, when you’re not on stage!

Don’t love any role much, for

You’re not the only player.

Don’t direct others’ roles, for

They have scripts unknown to you.

Roles are varied, learn to stand,

Shift from one, stick to none!

Stranger once, sole-love today,

Everything once, no-one today!

Be it a lesson – love your role,

Once it’s played, take out your garb,

Join the crowd, to watch the play,

On the stage – it must go on!

Give Me Water, Or Let Me Cry...

Give me water, I’m dried out,

Or put a tube from my eyes!

Let them bleed endless water,

Deep from my heart, it’s wet!

Deserted in this burning desert,

For want of life around, I cry,

My well is empty, rocks are left,

It’s summer – no hope of life!

They sucked my blood out of thirst,

I was glad, for they were fed,

Emptied of water or blood,

My body feels the need of them!

Give me water, or let me cry,

It’ll hold my thirst, for a moment though!

Changing Seasons or Eternal Spring?

To change with the seasons,

Was it, our friendship, for?

Memories, as the rose

That greets every season,

Bring feelings of your love,

Every day, without a call.

“T’s forever,” you were sure,

“Forever!” – but needs recall.

Bond goes beyond your word,

Which makes you blind on the past.

Was it love? For love is not true,

When a lie lies in your love!

Love is like a flower,

Rosa, it’s so splendid, until

It’s thrown away, petals apart.

“Mend it not”, for it wants no life!

Your love was lovely, like

The Spring – it’s not forever,

Let your Spring be forever,

I’ll wait for one forever.

Lessons New I Need to Learn

Eyes see new sights everyday,
Ears hear new tongues and words,
New smells, new tastes, everywhere, yet
Nothing new for my heart to feel!

You follow me everywhere I go,
Oh Solitude! My unsolicited friend!
Take a rest, let me go free,
You'll be called for, when lonely again!

Lessons are new I learn day-by-day,
Teachers are many, but student just me!

Teaching, the art of my tongue,
Learns lessons from the learners.
Cooking, the art of my tummy,
Learns 'em from its appetite.

Feeling, the need of my heart, has
None but its old mate to teach!
Lessons new, I need, to feel
My heart goes wanting in it again!

Lessons are new I learn day-by-day,
Teachers are many, but student just me!
I need but a single teacher, who
Helps me feel new, joyous things.

The Story that Can't Be True!

I was born and had many to love,
And was loved and cared for,
And was listened and sought for,
 And was given a chance more!

I had friends who wanted me,
At times they really needed one,
They were still there, when no one
Else would lend their ears or hear me!

I had tongues to talk to birds, when
They stopped by just to listen me!
And had a heart to feel it, when
The breeze from north consoled me!

I was a poet, renowned and read,
Who could melt his pain in words,
And could heal his wounds by his words,
To make his ways good to proceed.

I had my nights which never ended,
Which left me to me and my peace.
I was happy when the sun was up,
Until it was led to that eternal peace!

The Mourning Dove

Left alone, by fate or choice,

The Mourning Dove sits in his nest,

Waiting for none, nesting no eggs,

Roost is empty, but his eyes are full!

Of My Past!

Of my past, flow my eyes,

For my days don’t have ’em,

And who to come, know I not,

Who I become, know either.

Life’s gift to many and me,

Yet we fail to see what’s right,

When we know it, time’s up,

And we think fate’s done this!

Look man, call you blind, but

Spare him to his sacred work,

For he’s busy writing their life,

Let ’em savour while you suffer!

Friend in Need, Not Your Love

Friend was I, to many in need,

But when me in need, what’s a friend!

Great an idea that means a zilch!

It’s a ship until it sinks.

Throbbing heart tells me again,

Love is love, never a friend!

Love your foe, never a friend,

For love is love, never a friend!

Beg for love, that’s just fair,

Never for friend, never to friend,

Not to your love, for that ship,

For it sinks, once you ask!

Let your friend be a friend,

Never your love, or you’ll miss

Your friend and your love,

For love is love, never a friend!

Show must go on

I've loved my life,
Its sounds and furies,
Its deepest silence,
Its hardest turns,
Its rock-strewn paths,
Its days and nights -
Which brought mixed tastes,
More than anything in the world, perhaps
More than anyone who lived.

Yet, did you fail me,
Oh my darling, life!
I need you, long for you -
I'm too young to die!

The Bird that Sang into My Heart!

The bird that flew away from me,

Found her eternal tree to nest.

My branches carry her roost,

Emptied by fate or choice!
 

Let me not stay there more,

With remains inviting back.

I want a life forward, but

I’m fixed here, lacking feet!
 

I need your legs to move, from

Where luck has lock’d me up!

Life and Beauty

There’s still beauty unconquered, and

This makes me drive forward.

Will I ev’r find my true love?

Lady, I’m waiting just for you.

Life’s a journey, and man a pilgrim,

Destination fixed, where you stay waiting.

Men’ve fought and fall'n for you,

I’ll fight, but live for you.

Love’s love - only definition,

But beauty has love in it.

Men’ve fall'n at its feet,

It makes life worth living.

I’m Ulysses, but search for beauty,

I’m hungry, but for love.

Magnetic beauty playing with my life,

Life’s for love, and death repulsive.

My eyes wander here and there,

They relax not until finding you.

Wherever I go you’re there!

If I could write you some lines,

And make you fall in love,

I would start writing about,

The love I already lost in life. 

But I think I should not,

Write more lines about love

That’s already buried deep

Within the four walls of me!

“Love’s labour’s lost” – but

Never had I done any labour!

For love simply follows me,

Wherever I go you’re there!

It’s love I started writing for;

It’s love I stop writing for;

But wherever I go she’s there,

Love’s all that I want!