Feeling Your Presence

When fragrance of the flowers
Reaches for me,
I can feel your presence,
Although you are not with me.

When the melody of a bird
Enchants me,
I can hear your sweet voice,
Although your voice can't reach me.

When pearls of god
Filter through the trees,
I can feel your soft touch,
Although your smooth hands haven't touched me.

When from the behind those grey curtains
The sun glances at me,
I can see your bright eyes,
Although your eyes are far from me.

When a light breeze
Brings to me a tiny leaf,
I feel as if you've come,
But alas! You're not with me.
 

You are My Moon

The train moves on
Some places yet to come,
Others bygone;
Relentlessly through the night
Mostly very fast, sometimes not quite;
Through wind and rain,
Through turbulence and calm,
You are my moon.

Occassionally you are hidden by the clouds,
Sometimes I close my eyes,
But even as time flies,
You are my moon.
 

Untitled as yet!

I stood still and erect
The wind caressed me all over
It blew away all the dust
long since settled everywhere;
To join in the change
The leaves too seemed eager
But the birds hid in their nests
Their courage too meagre

Dont be a bird
Neither a leaf....held back by circumstances
Nor dust....thrown into a frenzy by the wind
Have the courage to change
And the energy to hold your ground

Night

In the night
Tiny musicians play magical symphonies,
Wind wraps itself around the trees,
And the ghosts dance with the naughty breeze.

And the moon,
Bright and beautiful as ever,
walks liesurely across the sky.
The stars intimidated by its brilliance
Appear to be rather shy.

Then as the moon strolls past the horizon
Shining stars spring up from nowhere!
They wink at each other
and also at me, with a friendly attitude,
Promising me company for the rest of the night
So I wont be left in solitude;
For now the musicians have gone away
And the wind and the trees busy in themselves
wont care for me and disrupt their play.

The stars and I;
We gaze at each other.
I wonder about them
And they about me perhaps!
Then they go away too
As the sun rises and the sky turns blue

Glad to be Me

I know there are people
In this world better than me,
But I am glad to be what I am
Because I like to be me.

There are people; wiser, richer
And merrier may be;
I might not have all I want
But I like to be me.

I have many flaws;
No masterpiece, not me;
I might not be all I want
But I like to be me.

I know I can be better
And to improve is my wish, sincerely,
But what matters most is that
I should like to be me.

(I wrote this realising that I should be honest with
myself because I am glad to be me)