Hop, skip and slump

Nothing left but an empty shell.

Every minute in the past you dwell.

All that’s good, passed you by;

Only hopes and wounds now open lie.

If life were but a mirage on water,

How swift we could, evil slaughter.

But alas it has been etched on stone;

Clinging to every drop of blood, every bone.

You can’t run, never that fast.

Stay Hidden? It would never last.

Escape, a choice not in the script,

A day late you realize you were tricked.

Hold your head high, reel those tears in,

Stumble not, for otherwise they win.

A smile that doesn't falter at the worst of times,

Words that have melody and always rhymes;

For let them not know, you are now a tuneless song,

The happy little girl is gone since long.

Alive

Walking down empty road,
A heart heavy with fears untold;
The rain a welcome visitor in this lonely place,
Like tears it streams down your pale face.
To numb to cry, to even try,
Drenched to the bone you walk on by.
Pain, a luxury you no longer feel;
Like someone your very hopes did wrench and steal.
Memories of your childhood flood back in haste,
The tears cried back then you can almost taste.
But you don't push them away,
Instead you let these images play.
'Cause that how to the conclusion you arrive,
That you are still alive.

The Reason...

Flashes of memory,
Pieces of my past;
They all fall into place,
making sense at last!

This is what I was born for,
This is why I live;
The reason for every step to take,
God in me, did strength give.

One little smile,
A tiny sparkle in the eye;
When u have put that on some one's face
A feeling of touching the sky!

A tear less in this world,
And a pained heart hope does gain,
And if you made it happen;
The euphoria, words can't explain.

A single thought for another
Helps you, yourself build,
To become a better person,
And live a life fulfilled!

Forever Friends!!!

The day has come for all of us to go our own sweet way,

The day we tried to wish away, but in vain to our dismay.

The thoughts of leaving the familiar confins of today,

And venturing into the unexplored tomorrow;

It sends a chill down my spine

And makes me want to turn back time.

What awaits us is a strange new world,

And in its imposing teritory it holds dangers untold.

But change is inevitably around the corner;

And the best way to face it, is take it in our stride.

Yet as each of us walk into the world of our dreams,

Where our wildest fantasies could come true;

We shall always carry with us sweet memories,

Memories of days we spent together.

So whenever we feel defeat is the only way out;

We can can think of all the things we made possible in the past.

The Begining of the Beyond

I have always wondered how things began,

Explain it - I don't think anyone ever can!

All we can do is sit an wonder,

About the black-holes and the thunder.

Was it God who made this universe work?

Did He all the great things make?

Or was it some other foreign force,

That made all the planets from dust to rise?

What ever the origin it is a wonderful mystery...

Think about which sets our hearts free.

I can spend the rest of my life watching the stars,

And wondering whether there is life on Mars!

Being a Physics graduate, I would give you a explanation behind every natural phenomenon - including black holes and thunder - except maybe the origin of the universe. But it is good once in a while to give into your imagination don't you think? :)

Somethings are Forever....

A sea of characters around me swarm,
Some faces angry some warm.
Faces seen from time unknown,
Yet a feeling of being alone.
Yes I know the visage...
But not the person behind the facade.
I see them every passing day;
Greet them whenever they cross my way.
Yet to me they might as well be statues of stone
Not creatures of flesh and bone.
I might continue to meet them for the rest of my stay,
But I can't on their inner-selves my hands lay.
Then there are others who I have met,
Who's faces I might forget;
Who as a person will always in my heart be,
Even if, them for ages I do not see.
Good friends who have left their mark,
Like on a winter day the music of a Lark.
Meet new people - I may.
Make new friends - you can never say.
But the few good friends I shall always remember,
In waking and in slumber.