I am not a singer But yet I sang… ….modulating my tones… The trees heard, The flowers danced The bees kicked and rocked… The birds orchestrated for me The melody of love
I sang just for her…. …but she did not hear….
I am not a poet… Yet I wrote… Moulding my words Scripting my phrases… Rhyming… Others read it Many read it…
It was published It won an award
I had written just for her But…she did not read it..
I am not an artist… Yet I sketched Marking with pencil Filling with paints.. Dabbing hues and tints .. Connoisseurs of art adored it …it hung on the walls of the art gallery …it was bought for a price… It now adorns a wall in a Five star hotel…
Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
Clinging to fragments of memories, I search for love here and there, Walking the shores of eternal hope, But I sink in the sea of despair Just once, let me hear love speaking In a language known to no ear;
I think of you for countless hours Your fragrance is of thousand flowers And when I look into your beautiful eyes It feels you are the real, Everything else lies.. At the times of sorrows and despair Your sweetest words