Few things I had to say...

Let me send you some sounds,
unhurried and plain.
Few wispy cotton postcards,
The numbness in my fingers,
and coffee stains.
I packed the stretch of hills in
a knapsack;
and your echo.
Let me send you that echo.

There are other things too
but I am lost .

For now,
Let me just send you
the beginning of that corner
where we ended.

I guess this poem is too crowded now.
Let’s walk.

The Road to my heart

it’s been a quite long time
since any one has come through this road
and i wish someone would come..

no one will ever come through this road
i feel that inside my heart
yet i wait with my sleepy eyes
and i wish someone would come

some said they would return
but none kept their word
yet i keep my door half open…

i hear a rustling of step outside
a slow creak as the door opens
and i run… praying it wasn’t the wind
my heart struggles to leap out

it was some one who had lost his way
he doesn't come near me, but pauses
turns back to were he came from...

A Sad Mind

In this world full of worries and cries,
where to console someone; No one even tries,
It is very easy to find
Full of pain and emotions- A SAD MIND.

Sadness in voice
and eyes filled with tears
Make one's tragic situations
quite Understandable and clear.

But still no one cares
and to console such a mind,
No one even dares.
Only the mind knows the extreme
of the tragedies through which
It has been.



When the world is happy,
Her eyes are wet.
Others laugh, but she cries
The rest of the world goes on
But for her it stops.
And it seems to her
that there is nothing left,
as if her destiny has led to
Of her happiness: a Big theft.


She is alone in this big world
Only she can understand the pain
which destiny has made her to gain.


She still laughs for the world
But inside of her,
is only Sorrow..pain..
To have a beautiful smile for the world-kind
This is the story of a Sad Mind..

I don't want to fight anymore...

Last night i called you, 
You saw the missed calls and didn't called me back,
It's ok, I understand,
I don't want to fight anymore...

I can pile up whole my problems,
but i don't want you to dissovle,
It was never ok, I don't understand,
But i don't want to fight anymore...

It wasn't you, It wasn't me.
But things have gone wrong.
I can write a poem or sing a song,
But can you read words and make things right ?
You won't say a word or listen.
That's why i don't want to fight anymore...

Next night, I won't call you,
For the fear you won't receive,
Lets us move and leave love aside,
I know, 
Even you don't want to fight anymore...