To Jan

I know that we got a year older,
and we did it 6 days apart
and you and I both know
that getting older has
now become like a smelly fart

But, someone is thinking of you
hoping and wishing you all
the happiness u need
and even though our
jeans dont fit so right anymore
and ambitions are dying off
I think we should embrace
the potential and hope
of a restart

Consider this to be a relaunch
of all your wants
vow that the years ahead
will be as good as the
years past

For God has blessed us with so much
others havent got
So close your eyes so it is
only your soul that you can see
and turn three times
and sing to yourself
Happy Birthday To ME

Love you
Ankita

Swallow you whole,
all the way down to your twinkly toes,
know everything,
inside
outside
all the way down to the site
where your soul resides
Then,
then,
I know
signatures of the chair
seemingly like
an ice cream float
just right
just so
always hitting the spot
so as to taste childhood again
swings that sway and long long railroads
leading away
one sends me to the sky
fly, fly, fly
the other to adventures and
sights yet undone
I almost feel like running away
but, I cant cause
its all a dream and all I want to do is
stay stay stay
In this childhood place,
of lazy afternoons and bustling evenings,
busy with play
of one ice cream cone shared by
five cold tongues
And not a minute wasted or gone awry
of playing house under blankets
slung over chairs
a mommy, a daddy, children galore
or of castles and forts which
need defending by slinging mud
at one another
and finally after all the play
trudging home to sleep
the sleep of the safe,
protected, loved and held
But, its just a dream..........just a dream!!!!

The ledge stands between the abyss and me,
With shattered eyes I see,
Spirals and waves of things to be
Shouting out against a battering rain
of verses and songs long lost,
now reclaimed.

Singing and dancing,
to prosthetic joys,
addictive,
seductive,
demanding applause.
But, I stand in the shadows,
thinking a thought,
it could have been,
should have been,
but it was not.


Summarily executed,
without forethought,
the plans were laid
and actions carried out
there will never be a never again
but there might be hope someday
to make everything
better,
bigger,
brighter
than day
For belief in the absence of proof is what we call faith.

Trembling treetops do softly whisper, across a meadow filled with raindrops and sunshine.
There is no right but one can do no wrong.
A place where everything remains
the same.
Struggling ideals, do humbly present themselves.
To be scorned by those noble and true,
Birth reigns supreme,
so the battle may be fought
another day
in a place where everything remains
the same
Cococtions of mirth, tidings of joy.
Stumbling across the wayward plains do rise
only to be found in that meadow of joy
in a place where everything remains
the same
Swarms of fools rise and rise again,
in a fight so endless that even the Gods themselves do cry
Destruction shall rule and false pride encumber
an entire nation for years to come
with guilt ridden souls but confident eyes
meet thine enemy in that instigated fight.
Struggling ideals, do have their place but
the blood that has been shed in their cause need not have been spent
but still one can find
a place where everything remains
the same

Soft footsteps,
ever so gentle
lead me home tonight
from begining to end
there is never enough
just please
lead me home tonight

Across the way I see
shadowlands and places
I'm not meant to be
But, Ill go as long as
soft footsteps
lead me home tonight

There isnt a song left to sing,
nor a dance left to dance
just higher land
and simple pastures
But, Ill go as long as
soft footsteps
lead me home tonight

Feelings and emotions
are empty words
in a sea of the hard
But, Ill go a sailing
as long as
soft footsteps
lead me home tonight

Symbols that creep
and Signs that crawl
But, Ill go in their direction
as long as
soft footsteps
lead me home tonight

Soft footsteps
gentle in the sand
never in a hurry
willing to understand
Ill go through the world even around it
as long as
soft footsteps
lead me home tonight

The spring sunshine is the fact that we are here together and the way that thoughts relay through my head. As the summer fades and the sun shines together with the cold breeze blowing in your face. I feel the pull of the ill-begotten power and knowledge. I thirst for the remaining signs. There isnt a world I wouldnt reach if it wasnt for your mind and mine. Because somewhere deep inside is the way that you feel and so do I. There isnt a protection in the world that can hide me now. For we are in a world where words flow free. Clambering down a little brook that bounces along just for us. For in these happenstance are the best plans made. Reality as such doesnt interest me and therefore there is nothing I can do to salvage myself. Somewhere beyond the burrowing bush lies the simple need. Hidden beneath all the triteness, it is naked in its need. Unravelling the mystery to it is something that all of us will do. Whether we do it now or years from now will depend upon the layers above. Truth for some is not easy to see.

Doot Doot Doot Doot

The sun dont shine there
No it dont,
Creatures alive and dead mingle
for want of better to do
things may seem skewed now
but wait till they get worse,
then hope wont be there too

Let it be Let it be
Swing to the tune
Flow to the beat
and let all the
worries wash away

Somewhere out there
lies a place of solace
and there maybe just a chance
that you'll make it through

Someday we will go,
you and I into this
magical place where the sundrops rise
and shadows hide,
the only feeling
is that of a sweet
sweet melancholy

So await the news
and garner your hope
for patience is the key
all shall be fine
given time
for every face changes
and yours shall too
that is what hope is for.