Published 2 poems in authspot..A milestone reached..

Yippee..got 2 of my poems published..online..Just a milestone may be..but I know my way..

http://authspot.com/poetry/in-the-rain-7/

http://authspot.com/poetry/let-go-but-they/

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In the rain

The first drop of tears fell
rolled down the rosy cheeks
packed to the brim with love
has what the heart has to say

I would say, a tear does talk
tales of joy, of sorrow and more
some get buried in the pink lips
some die down in the waiting palms

like the lonely drops of rain
pure and virgin, yet it falls
ripped apart by the waitng sand
only to be drenched and drowned

standing by the window, in the rain
inside its cozy and so very warm
my soul now outside in the rain, all drenched
not waiting, but watching the falling droplets

Let Go...But They??

Heavy on the heart, tired is the soul
Glad to carry, we live on with the load
Hard to see, Cloudy eyes with tears
Why live just die, can't you just let go

Once its a girl, then its someone close
care for you, but do quench their thirst
They thrive and live glad, you sure fall
dont fight them, but cant you just let go

It grows, a spreading tree, snap it now
clean the air, stale now hard to breath
beats your heart, even now for them
dont forget them, but cant you just let go

You are the one, not much left in there
They live, glad and you just a thought
Mounting is the burden, they are now free
Burn it, shed it, just let go...but...they ??

Poetry - Afterlife

I am just another guy
A dream to live before i die
Its burning all around, ego and pride
No one is spared, it was a fun ride

I was alive, was too loyal
I now burn alone, they set the pyre
Today they laugh, let it be
A dawn will come, them wishing for tears to come

Am now buried, deep down under you
don't be scared the soil is loose, so are you
As time goes by, a seed will thrive on me
roots digging deep on my emotions

That tree indeed wont hurt you
wont cause you any harm
you changed and died, forgot me
I live with more love for you.

Poetry - Mystic Regime

Came across this old poem which I had written sometime back. For those who believe in time, its September 13, 2005. and those like me who think that time is just another attribute for measuring the journey to the ultimate truth ,this poem was written just after the rains..

The bells of wisdom blew in harmony
sacred chants of praise filled the air
the wind wandered as if, was lost
across the horizon, went on a ceremony

drops of dew awoke to a new day
freshness filled the soul, cleansing feel
sandal scents took over ruling mist
the bride dressed in red, made her way

spreading the warmth of love and hope
she walked along, awakening the stars
her mate, the ruler but of the dark
their union and everything under scope

they meet twice to begin and end
even the gods, take stands for a see
a short time when goodness rules
it'll happen again, but at day's end

these words of mine, a prayer for you
all dreams real and may come true
do share the goodness of this day
spread happiness, it returns to thou

Poetry - This is what we are..

We are happy, or atleast have a smile
Never Sad, but do jewel a silly frown
Never jealous, but hey whats the deal?
Live on, this is what we really are

Worried about others, for sure bad
Selfish, but do care for some charity
Some money for kids and one holy dip
We are clean, this is what we really are

Money, a way to live but never spend
Credit is the word, but sure cant repay
No emotions, grey cells are thinking high
Dead ones, this is what we really are

Do we ever, really care for others?
Do we ever, do think of emotions?
Can we ever, do forget money?
Forget it, this is what we really are.

---think about this--even machines have started to think these days...

Poetry - Down the Road

Was standing in awe, near the line
striking waves, coming hard on my mind
beads of joy and floods of sorrow
am now happy, but no place to go

said i was alone long ago,a loser me
crept up a smile breaking my lips
sighed hard, pushed across the waves
Life fine Am glad, but no place to go

had a reason to fight, even with myself
now its tough, as i did win the battle
what now?, oh! its another creeping wave
cribbing, do we need a place to go ?

the wave died, sure so will i someday
my fights and false pride wont matter
a moment for others, and live in peace
i belong here, why need a place to go?

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