Cant live without her.
Shes mine.
Waiting for the Sign.

Shes in my Mind.
Shes in my Soul
Complete and Whole.

Cant live without her.  
Shes mine.
Waiting for the Sign.

Her Silence is killing me.
Afraid to even ask
For I may loose her for ever.

Cant live  without her.
Shes mine.  
Waiting for the Sign.

Entrapped  within a single body,
living together in an uneasy harmony.

One dissipates Slow and Steady.
The other dominates, depending on the place, time, or money.  


Eventually, one must win and the others loose.  
When that moment arrives, they all leave
with or without a warning.

Yet, this is not an end, but a continuation. The cycle persists, repeating over millions of years.

The same souls, returning again and again.  Inhabiting different bodies, continuing their eternal journey.

In the endless maze, trapped, alone,
Lost forever, a silent groan.
Then, a figure, a guiding star,
Showing the way, near and far.

Endless thanks, to him we send,
Till eternity, our gratitude won't end.
Yet few recall, in memory's net,
The one who saved, lest we forget.

Forgotten by most, in the shadow's fold,
Trapped forever, in stories untold.
But in our hearts, the memory stays,
Of the special one, in eternal praise.

Strong Winds
  Heavy Rains
All the Trees Sway
  Except One.
Tired of Being Strong
Wants to Break.

Never Ending Heavy Storm.
Hope it would End One Day…
Remained where I was …
Others Ran Away.
The Storm Remained.
They Survived.
I died.

Even the Worst Storm stops
For a while.
When will this one ?

Forget the Sun Not
During the Full Moon.

The Sun
Bright and Hot.
Radiating Infinite Energy.
Facilitates Life.
Alone.

The Drums at the Back Stage
With only one Drum Stick.  

The Delicate Keys of the Piano
Patiently waiting to be Played.  

The Lonely Violin  at one corner.
As the Bow is lost somewhere.  

The Guitar is at the other corner
Watching the Old Trumpet far away.

The Lazy Fiddle trying hard to sleep
The  Celtic Harp is just about to weep.

Enter that Handsome Composer
That Beautiful Symphony Begins.

In a fierce thunderstorm,
you’re bound to get wet—
so why blame the umbrella?

The Time has come
Yet we do not see it
As we are so engrossed
In our own world.

They bleed and Cry.
Beg for food.
Yet no one sees.
As if they are Blind.  

The least one cam do
Is to have an empathy
For these victims of War
East to West.
North to South.

And then there are times.
When you are all Alone.
Absolutely Alone.

Blinded and Intoxicated
Deaf and Ignorant
Board that Luxurious Train
Unaware of the Masses Pain
Stopped by the Few who Dare
Still they hardly Care.
Their Journey Begins
With No Destination No End
Stuck now they are in that Train
Screaming loudly for Help
Dissolving in the Ambience

Sometimes ...
The Branches of the Tree Fall.
But never hurt the Tree itself.
Humans still need to learn this.

That Tree
Beautiful Fruits
Trunk full of Scars
Shedding her Leaves.
Your Body

The one who follows …
Will not lead  ….
Unless followed …

Very scarce….
    Extremely Unbearable….
It hurts…
  Pain and Sadness too.
Love or Hate…

Lonely on the shelf it stayed,  
Old and dusty, cracks displayed.  
Untouched until a hand did pry,  
And in its grasp, it broke to die.

The vision of your words can read through my core...
My naked existence sighted,
Just not deep thru yet.....

Wrap me in your words give me refuge in your insane creations. ....
Veil my exposure, becloud in your  sphere of phrase. ...

Let the meaning give soul to the expression of me.....
And that would be you recreate me. ....

Written by Noorulain S.

As the Old Man needs Support of the Stick.  
The Stick also needs Support of the Old Man.

In a realm of nails and walls,  
Where hammers echo their calls,  
One last nail, by fate ordained,  
Misses its mark, the hand is pained.  

The nail, innocent in its stance,  
The wall claims victim in the dance,  
The hammer, guided, seeks no blame,  
While the hand, wounded, shares its pain.  

Amidst the chorus of guilt and plea,  
In this realm of responsibility,  
It's the wall that bears the weight,  
For in the end, it seals its fate.  

In the tapestry of fault and strife,  
The wall alone carries the price,  
For in this tale of nail and hand,  
The wall, in silence, takes its stand.

So proud of its  Shape.
The Color and the Make.
Except for the Drain.  

Hidden and Blocked.  
And was so glad.
Not realising that Water
would soon fill up.

Full and Heavy
It overflowed
Cracks all over
It Finally Broke.

Green Garden with a Sump.
Had this old Water Pump.
The Garden Needs Water.
The Pump Needs Power.
One Day  during a Blackout.
The Garden Cried.
The Pump Nearly Died.

Just as the Sea
Hits the Rocks
To make it Pure
Your Aura hits me too.

The  Spider is once again trapped
In its Own Mighty Complex Web.

You can enter
Reach the Centre
Delighted at First
Quench your Thirst
Peaceful and Calm
The world on your  Palm.
Then comes the Sadness
Alone and Loneliness
Unbearable Pain
Making you Insane.
Then you Curse
Wish you could Reverse
The End is Near
Caught infinitely here.

The whistle blows, all hear the sound,  
But no one moves, they stand around.  
A call to act, yet none will rise,  
And silence falls as time slips by.

LThe world, a prison vast and wide,
Where restless souls are locked inside.
A gilded cage for just a few,
But chains and darkness for the crew.

Stress and hunger stain the air,
Poverty whispers in despair.
Silent cries of slavery’s weight,
Some rebel, but meet the same fate.

A few break free, or so they say,
Yet find new walls along the way.
Only the rare with patient breath,
Embrace the sentence until death.

For they await, with hearts at peace,
The higher realm where chains release.

Protects you
Day and Night
Makes you Unique
Share all the Information.
You are always appreciated
While I am discarded

Hundreds of them..
Echos of Silence.

Some have names.
While others are lost…

Few are remembered
Rest are forgotten.

Not one is worried.
Memories Buried.

I wonder about my Thirst..
which does not quench.  
It becomes extremely difficult
when I am holding a full glass of water.
But cannot even take a sip from it.

Yeh pyaas kaisee hai. Jau bhujti hi nahi.  
Mushkil tau aur bhi hu jaati hai.
Jab paani sai bharaa wala sheesha haaat mai hai.
Magaar ussai hautai tak bhi nahi laga saktai hai.

What a fool I was
Searching for Water
In the Hot Hot Desert
Whereas had all along
A Magical Water Bottle
With Unlimited Supply

At times there is no one
except your own self
Whom you can talk to.  

At times you are all alone
Left by all your so called Friends
Virtually and Physically.  

At times you are faced with
Stiff competition by those
Who had worked with you.

At times you just feel helpless
Depressed and Un Wanted.

These are the Phase of Life
for which gives you oneslef
a new persepective to Life

Waiting for the Next Phase......
The Next Phase of Life

Day and Night
Haunted by those
Perfectly Shaped Nozdras.

Simple Words Simple Meaning
Chanted Every Day and Night
Times of Birth and Death
Times of Happiness and Sadness
Times of Peace and War
Times of Health or Pain
Simple Words Simple Meaning
Understanding it yet  may take a life time
Simple Words Simple Meaning

Sadness will last
for some time.
But
So will Happiness.

Throughout the Journey
Time is the only true companion.
Consistent and Perfect
No Expectations
No Demands

Done ….

If you want Birds
In your Garden
Then deal with their **** too.

Endless Traffic on this Road ...
No one knows where to go....
Stuck for a while.

Some due to Roads.
Some due to Cars.
And most of them due to humans.

We do something.
To gain  something.
Then loose something.

Some in our Minds
Some in our Hearts.
Some in our Eyes
Some in our Dreams.  
Some in Cages
Some in Pages.
Some in Frames
And Some in Bodies .....

Are Treasures not buried
So are the words of Wisdom.

Fruits and Flowers.
Leaves and Branches.
Sometimes Broken
Sometimes Stolen
Yet it Remains
Rigid and Strong
Right or Wrong

Do not let the Sun Rise
Trust me and no one otherwise.
Let there be darkness.
So that I cant see your True Face.

Trust is important and must.
All can be discuss.  
Relationships will not go bust.

So many years passed by
Trust you me not ?

So many endless talks
Trust you me not ?

So many feelings shared
Trust you me not ?

Better not to talk
Trust me you not ?