LIFE AND DEATH

The wind is blowing soft and slow,
And I can hear the river flow,
The birds too are chirruping low,
The sun sets with an orange glow,

I think of life and it’s where about,
Then I’m struck with a single doubt,
What is this death all about,
The wonderful experience in and out,

Life is a state of ecstacy,
But death too is a fantasy,
Of all the places where life resides,
Death’s surely found by it’s side,

Life is seen as a bliss of joy,
But think of peace death will deploy,
Of all the years of living futile,
Death is found at the end of pile,

Life is told as best of pearls,
And death is just it’s painful swirl,
Of all the long years we shield,
Death is the final price to yield.

THE DISTANCES

The rains have come and yet again,
Distances between us have found no end,
I wonder how long will they remain,
But till they do will give me pain.

What a beautiful Sunday morning that was,
When I first looked at you and had to pause,
So beautiful and radiant you were looking to me,
My first love? Yes it had to be.

The wind that blew made your hair flutter,
It was then I was forced to utter,
Yeah she’s the one I’m looking for,
But what to do it’s neither and nor.

Then the gift of friendship came,
And I was one who took the blame,
For my heart that was going to cleave,
Since I was the one taking leave.

And then when I was far away,
From time to time I used to sway,
To the world where you were found,
But then I returned back to ground.

Then came the days of lasting rain,
And I went through a series of pain,
Then I disclosed the feelings I had,
And yes was what you had said.

Now it’s been 2 years since that day,
And this wait ought to pay,
Though, rains have come and yet again,
Distances between us have found no end.

SOLITARY CONFINEMENT

Sitting by my study's window sill,
Looking at the paper I'm going to fill,
I realize the thing I'm writing about,
May be hell to some but heaven to me, no doubt.

Solitary confinement as I talk of it,
Is surely the place I'd like to sit,
The best place to discover yourself,
Without the need of mates to help.

Once inside it's ME Vs ME,
I think of life and what it wanted to be,
And when the argument comes to end,
I get the relation of time and sand.

Ecstasy is when I catch the root,
The pleasure of death is the ultimate loot,
It is the thing of single achieve,
Even after death there ought to be peace.