Dancing Drops

Alone in the pathway
I stood awaiting.
And there came that dancing drops
and poured joys to my dreams...


Sleep went away from me
and dreams came near.
But never came she,
and me,still in this rain.


Days and nights passed.
The rain and me stood still,
thinking of that lovely days
yet to come in life.



And at last she came,
but I was down in that pathway.
yet again alone,alone...
Still in rain as her tears...

Ways of Life

In life there lies clearly
many a 'ways' before us.
And the 'way' of friendship
I like the most.
The way, in which
sorrows are divided and
joys are multiplied.
In this way,we could see
the closeness of many hearts
so far from each other.
And there lies no way
mirthful than this way.
The way,in which smiles rule
and never leaves tears behind.


Another way,which accompanies
the earlier is the 'way' of love.
The way is of dreams
which fades off later.
Here the joys are often shared
but the sorrows are not.
In this way,we could see
only one heart,one face.
Along this way,we could see the distance
between two hearts that are too close.
Here dreams are The King
and always leave tears ahead...

The Lovely Bird

Where are now those lovely days?.
Where are now those lovely words?.
Where is now that lovely bird?.
Which gave me mights of sweet dreams,
Which gave me flowers of fragrance,
Which gave me days of sweet smiles.


I know the bird has gone
I know the bird had taken my breath
I know the bird is my soul
I know there left no strings in my Violin
I know the bird won't come again
I know the bird won't sing again


Still those dreams have the same brightness
Still those flowers have their fragrance
Still those smiles refreshes my mind
Still those lovely words have great strong
But the nights had lost it's sweetness
Still that smiling bird is a part of my heart...

Darkness Of Death

There were many men

like fallen flowers

Only relief was the monsoon showers

as they were also men

I could see the sign of

helplessness in their eyes

I could see the darkness of death

in their flowing tears

Years later there came

a beautiful flower

She was not a fallen flower

but was about to fade

She sung like a bird

in the music of my sadness

At last there came the deadly day

to take her from me

Now I could see the darkness

of death in her feeble smile

I was ignorant that it

was her last gift for me

The fragrance of the little flower

remains in my heart, but

They took her from me, to

that dark but bright room

There many men did many

thing at last she,

Came, came as a fallen flower

bearing nothing for me

But she is still in

my heart as a bright,

Beautiful, smiling, flower

even now and forever...

Sacred Meeting

He was in search
as mad he was, the search
was for love and thus endless


He was in search of light
in that darkness
but was never found


the search was for a
drop of honey
in her each hurting words


She failed in feeling
his love, but
in progression was his search


He gave her nothing,but
love and did not expect
the same in return, but once


And that had made him
mad and that again
promoted his search


Nobody, nobody can
make him normal
but the debtor


And 'her love' alone
can do that
as his desire was


Still he is waiting for
an arrival, which is
away from his dreams too


And at last a call
from the heaven touched
his ears and that was she


He was ready for the journey
they met again and
was truely a "sacred meeting"...

Angel in Hell

Coming years can not
reveal my sorrow
Only the time now can
do that because
Now I have she with me
in my life
As a fairy queen
in the hell...

Hamilton Naki

When Dr. Cristian Bernard did the first Heart Transplantation,the Heart for the surgery was taken out from a lady exposed to Brain death.And the operation to take out the Heart was done by Bernard's Gardener Hamilton Naki who was a black and only studied upto 8th standard...

The Realization

The words i expect was more

But she told was less

My dreams was more

But her deeds to fulfil was less

And,so my sorrows was more

But less was her

I cried the more

But she smiled over my dreams

Later I realised,it was

me the most loved

But less loved was she

and have no complaints...

The Golden Elephant

Here he comes the “Goloden Elaphant”
He was proud as a great invades

And here he finds his new place

To conquer and exploit

The people there gave him salutes

he recieved it as a honourable commandor

he saw the exclamation on their eyes

as they were unknown of their fate

He roared like a lion,he had

Won those hearts and his golden

Trunk rose,symbolising his victory

But they were unknown of their defeat

The life is with no toungue was crying

They do know the coming hours

But the men don’t know and smiled

Showing their foolishness over their own life

And the crying lives were plucked off

A great silence defeated the cheers for

A second and that was the first

Bullet into hearts of the inhabitants

He,the commander with his golden arms

Did great mistake and they sood helpless

The darkdeeds gave them light,but
Were unknown of their disastrous future

They enjoyed each moment with him

and the destruction continued for hours
their soul,their life,their dreams,all

went off from them but were still unknown

Once when the Golden Trunk did

a great mistake,rose the powerful hands

to protect,which was inactive once

bot late it was,too late,too late

The mother,now have only a drop

of breath left and the latest deeds

could not save her life,remember the

way to protect is not the words but the deeds

The legendary start had a disastrous end

the surprised gazes changed to a

hatredful stare and the eventful hours

of the invader left behind an eventless future...