YOU CAN..

You can choose your friends,
But not your relations.
You can choose your wives,
But not your sons.

You can have a good day,
But a bad noon.
You can have a long life,
But a bad boon.

You can have a past without a future,
But not a future without a past.
You can have a day without me,
But not me without a day.

You can cry to lighten your heart,
But not lighten your heart to cry.
You can recall our days to smile,
But not smile to recall our days.

You can have me in your last days,
But not your last days in me.
You can have a known one to degrade,
But not degrade to a “known one”.

I feel the sun from both sides,
But I don’t burn.
I shower all love on you,
But I don’t dry.

You may wonder who am I,
It’s ‘me’,
Who will strive to be ‘me’,
Not to reason why!

SAID NEVER BEFORE

Have you e'er wondered
Why I keep alone?
Or have you e'er wondered
Why I trope a tone?

Have you e'er quarried
Where I loiter about?
Or have you e'er quarried
Where do my emotions sprout?

Have you e'er bothered
From whence I kin you?
Have you e'er bothered
From whence I've tried to woo?

Has it e'er dawned:
You're one of the Three?
Or has it e'er dawned:
I'm never on a spree?

Have you e'er pinched:
I was never a hurt?
Or have you e'er pinched:
I was serious: not a flirt?


Have you e'er cared
There was someone 'no other' ?
Or have you e'er cared
One day he'd be your incognito brother ?

DREDGING A DREAM

Above this half-lit sky,
In the radiance of your face,
A dewy smile, in my thoughtful eye
Beholds the brilliance of your witty grace!

Against dreary nights & tiny days,
I run. To keep bathing
In the cool crimson rays,
I bow my head while praying.

Sailing on warm icy memories
Beautiful Hope will reach you soon.
This Promise won’t take centuries:
For even you chirp is a boon!

The charm, the beauty &
the soothing palm
The kindness, the oneness & the feelings true
Shall make us long for your caring arm
And reasons, yet unknown, will leave us missing you.

FOR A TRUE FRIEND..

Friends will be friends,
True friends will be memories precious.
For the world changes its trends,
It is very treacherous.

True friends are not easily found.
If you have one, you'd know,
How he can heal your wound.
And to have him you'll say "Wow!"

You'll not be able to find me one
Day, nor will I be able to find You:
Be it the moon or the sun .
We'll not be found what'er we do.

But...we'll have memories
Of these wonderful days,
In which we make centuries
In thousand beautiful ways!