A Walk Amidst Clouds

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Postcard to Heaven

A long time ago, I had written a postcard to heaven. While looking for the perfect words to pen it, I found this sensual, dreamy poem and before I knew it, it was there on the postcard. Here are those memories :

Why I Love You Written By Stuart Doyle

Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and then ask myself “why”,
“Why do I love you?”, I think and smile,
because I know the list could run on for miles.
The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,
so many little things make me love you so much.
The way you support me, even my silly notions.

The way that you care and show such devotion,
the way that your kiss, fills me with desire,
and how you hold me with the warmth of a fire.
The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
lost with you forever is were I want to be.
The way that I feel when your by my side.
A sense of completion and overflowing pride.

The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,
the possibilities I see, the things we can do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart.
How deep in my soul, you are a very important part.
I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,
but all you really must know is... my love for you is real.

posted by Given To Fly # 1:33 PM 0 Comments

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Asylum

Living life in an asylum
Lying among sundries lying around
My used clothes stinking of odor
My cries of yesterdays
Still echoing in my mind and room

I see your face and calm down
Just for the moment though
Before another fit of rage drives me crazy
Knocking out my senses
Smacked blackened eyes staring blankly at the ceiling
As I embark on another round of self destruction.

Drinks aren’t helping here
Drugs ain't either going to subside my pain
Someone bloody talk to me please
My mind is going insane

My fountain of feelings is drying again
This rain further fueling the burgeoning fire
Pumping more poison in my already black and blue veins
I can feel it surge inside me

In this fit of madness
I try to escape from this prison
Dazed & stoned I walk out of it,
Now on the highway in an intoxicated state.

I stand there
In the middle of the road
Silently watching the white light approaching me from distance
I hear a screech and a loud thud
Finally, I am freed
Flying in the sky like a bird.

I smile again
I giggle
Like a child
In a valley of flower
There is my home near the lake
Where clouds brush my hairs
And streams run through my feet.

Finally I am home again,
In this private heaven,
Are you still going to stand outside, God?
Send a smile my way,
I might start loving you once again.

posted by Given To Fly # 2:08 AM 0 Comments

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Dil E Nadaan

This is an almost final draft of something which I consider as one of my best writings in Hindi. I've never been so expressive.

Sooni sooni raaton mein
Khamosh in lamho mein
Kya soch raha hai mere dil
Kyon kisi ke sapne aaj bhi sanjo rakha hai.

Maan ja Ae Nadaan
Wo nahi raha ab wo
Mat ro yun chup chup kar
Na-kaabil hai wo in ashkon ke
Jo beh chale hai tere palko ke dhaare se.

Jaane de uska khyaal ab apne jehan se tu
Bhula de wo pal,
Khak kar de wo waade jo bemaane the sab
Kar ek nayi manzil mukaam apna
Raah par badh aage o raahi
Saathi badh gaye aage sabhi.

Wada kar nahi mudega kisi mod par wapas
Chala chal o mere chanchal man
Dagar ab aage hai sirf
Kar ujale apne syahi bhare apne dil mein
Dhoondh ek saathi naya jo saath kuch der aur de de.
Pata bhi na chalega tujhko
Beet jayenge ye pal yun hi kab
Chala chal ae nadaan dil ab.

posted by Given To Fly # 11:13 AM 0 Comments