poem

[manish]

Life robbed my dream

When I was sleeping

When I was rolling

I was not aware I was robbed,

But there was I, poor man thinking of my riches

now I feel pain which even beer can not cure

every one know's that I,m robbed, but they cant help

nor can I,the thing has gone forever.

Now I think of my existence I,m so lucky to be alive.

To drink, to eat , to laugh..to listen..to cry..

Life goes on, stealing all the things which you have

Slowly to make you cry ,slowly to make you dry

Every breath is hard now, head is heavy

Every though in mind is in same direction..

It was meant to happen,

but who voated for me and why was I selected...

As I sit on the chair, she sleeps on the bed

Clock ticks slowly , robber is smiling somewhere up there.

 

[manish]

When the eyes are wet , mind is fast

It keeps looking for answers in the dark

Where there is no way but end for the light

Don’t know if I can last

I keep walking , I walked far

Nobodys ever been there, no sound

Just the emptiness which swirls around

Why I have selected that path to walk

I don’t have an answer nor the clue

Is life meant to walk on such a empty road

Or it’s meant to do something which people can adore

We keep looking for the answer

Some people know it, some one has been told

rest are like me, many of them ..may be you too

As I sit on the chair I think about it

Someone is laughing up there who has all clues.

 

[manish]

She talks to me

With the language of love

I can understand every word

Its meaning and its depth

It’s the language only two of us understand

Even when there are no words, there is a music

Music which touches my soul,

Sometimes its so deep, it vibrates my whole body

Sometimes its so light, it makes me laugh

Every one in this world has spoken this language atleast once

Every mother knows it, so every child .

Music which makes day and light

Music which makes winter and summer.

As I sit on the chair and thing about it

There is some one up there making new chords a singer can sing.

 

[manish]

There were some times
Where I decided to end it
there were some where I really enjoyed it
some were dull, some were very fast
some where romantic, some touched my heart
some opened my eyes, some made it wider
some closed my eyes, some made me thinker
some made me sinner , some made me monk
some made me good, some made me bad
some made me dark, some made me light
some made me angry, some made me love
some made me friends, though I can never become a foe
some made wiser, some made me helper
some made me a son, some made me a brother
some made a husband , some made me a best friend
some made me fear, some made me curse
some made me drink, some made me to smoke
some made me to write , made me write some code
some made me to work, some made me to snore
some made me fat, some made me lean
some made me proud, some made me to lean
some made me read, some made me to reflect
so many moments I have lived through ,
then why I always don’t have answer for the thing which I’m looking for
as I sit on the chair, thoughts about future wonder in my mind
some one up there makes it rain to wash my mind
life goes on………….

 

[Buddha_Mind]

there is love in the mind,
genuine connection,
yet frustration can breed when we lose
again and again

bitter or jadedness perhaps we all feel,
when we are being grinded by life's wheel,
but to give up,
is to miss the thing entirely

 

[manish]

I walked on the roads

Which had lots of turns

Though I knew the road

The turns were tough

Some were very steep,

Some were mysterious

some were funny,

some joined other roads

some left me alone.

Some left me memories,

Some left me scars

On some turns I saw I lot of people, I joined them

They all walked ahead, left back some of us few

The one which I remember the most ,

is the one where we walked together hand in hand.

Now she sleeps, and I see the roads

Some turns which I’m not sure if I can walk alone

Every moment in life there is a turn

someone up there knows which is the best one

 

[manish]

Road I were same

We both were just used by people and no one cared

We both had ups and downs

Somehow I felt I had more.

We both had scars

Some very deep, even my heart could feel

We both had emotions,

Some seen, but most of them unseen.

We both had some turns

Some expected, some sudden

We were tough on outside, we ought to be

But inside we were soft, soft as clay.

We had seen lots of days and nights

Each day was different with different light

Some times it rained, it was hard to find the shelter.

So we enjoyed the rain and we got wet

One day we knew it would all end

There would be no day there would not be a turn.

 

[Buddha_Mind]

love can be the sweetest fruit,
and at times the most sour,
the same hand that reaches in desire,
can too throw away in disgust.

for the mind is full of green pastures
and bright twinkly things
that upon closer inspection
leave us feeling empty.

how does the mind work through such puzzles,
of perception and thought?
how does one steer themselves closer,
to internal happiness?

or is it all part of the rollercoaster ride,
"Life" we call the whole damn thing,
spinning and unfolding and breathing and dying
all at once.

Pain and love and sorrow and joy and all emotions
in one big hurricane of experience swirling through time.
I try to find the center,
yet am I seeing clearly?