Thursday, March 27, 2008

You......the E...

You are too precious
without you........
darkness is everywhere
without you.......
day and night
seems to be the same
without you.......
black is the only colour
without you........
is there light beyond the darkness?
you.........the EYES

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Still a mystery

At this very moment....
the thought of you
my dearest friend

coming again
into my mind

tears in my eyes
pain in my chest
the kind of feelings
no words to describe
I could feel my friend
between you and me
there is a special bond
there is a hidden mystery
have I known you before?
still a mystery
unsolved mystery.
I have posted this poem before. Just that, the first and fourth lines are different. The reason I am posting it again because at this very moment I am feeling exactly the same as before. My dearest friend hope you are reading it )

Monday, March 17, 2008


You and I.....most of the time
.....assume knowing ourselves
know who we really are

reality....our mind is unknown territory
you and I......rarely explore
he depths of our unconscious
fail to ask....
the meaning of our existence
fail to realise....
the purpose of our existence
you and I.......survive on the surface
surface of our lives
you and I........strangers even to ourselves

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Consciousness within...

What shall I say?
to wish you only the best
you deserve it
you have always been a mystery
since the moment I saw you
since the moment I got to know you
that's what made you so special
that unique reserve smile of yours
it's very intriguing
what shall I say?
don't ever lose it
don't ever change it
a piece of advice
control your destiny
never lose your individualism
never lose your independence
once you lose it
once you let another controls it
once you let another dictates it
you lose your self respect
what shall I say?
hold on to it tightly conscience.

I found

In search of love
I drifted on
from dawn till dusk
from dusk till dawn day
I felt his presence
all I knew
I have found
something I wanted
something called love
and HIM I have found.


The shawl......
symbol of pride
has lost its dignity
has lost its virginity
regret the life
live or suicide?