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Wednesday, December 9, 2009


How happy do we feel
when we first talk in the day
the first words
and find all the things we want to say

talk about loving
and living together
talk about sharing and
bonding forever

what shall happen
in due course of time
when we of course shall tie the knot
i become yours and you become mine

what shall happen to our talks
our curiosity and joys
the longing and the yearning
Of being happy and annoyed?

Will the magic be lost
in the mechanical grind
of everyday life we lead
so lost and left all behind

will love survive
if the charm is all but lost
to be close to each other,
can we count that huge a cost?

If we can keep
our emotions alive
our warmth true
and see eye to eye

thats all i could ask for
for living with you is all i want
in our arms i will breathe to life
breathe until i no longer can.

Monday, December 7, 2009

The Birthday Party

"Is this where Jim lives?"
Queried the postman Klaus,
By the gleam in his eye you could tell
something special it was

"That will be me i think,"
said a boy with delight
No more than twenty he was
From what gathers ones sight

"Happy Birthday Jim"
"Methinks, the gift has found its bearer"
Said the card and the postman
to make the moment clearer

Jim,his joy knew no bounds,
Grabbed the packet and rushed in
Set it down on the table
eyeing it with an infectious grin

Tore open he, the shimmering red paper
that bedecked what he was about to behold
"Oh heavenly joy, its a fountain pen"
Bejewelled in precious gold

Jim held it high and danced
and whirled around on his toes
Pearls streamed down his cheeks
"Tears of joy", as the saying goes.

Amidst the rejoicing
Again did the bell ring
Stopping his heart for just w beat
Anxiously waiting in glee

Called out another delivery boy
For our boy Jim,
a sparkling parcel he too had
Jim's joy knew not how to dim

So began a constant trickle of gifts,
a deluge it turned out to be
Many had wished him well
and prayed, long live may he.

Jim smiled, for he knew
How by all, he was loved
By distant relative of flesh and blood
Friends and kind souls unheard

And then the clock called time
for the cake to be cut
FOr candles to be blown out
And for the music to unshut

Sure enough,
'twas a chocolate cake
One with cream and cherries on top
Must have taken an effort to bake

As he held the knife
and blew the candles out
He could hear the singing
and clapping all about

"And here goes the first piece,"
"Who wants this from me?"
With his gleaming blue eyes
No one around him, could he see

The music was playing
the bulbs glowing soft and bright
But there was not a face
He could see in his sights

And with an unflinching heart
He realises whats been all along
He is the only one there
Among solo dance and silent song

For all those gifts
Travelled mile and day
And came back to the same door
where now they lay

For resulted they
from memories existent
Of being all alone
Tender of age and unabundant

But far from it
Jim enjoys his time
He sings and dances and fools around
and also does the pantomime

He plays the perfect host
He holds no sorrow
He bids his guests farewell
"Good night, drive safe and see you tomorrow!"

What happiness it is
That money could buy
Drape a shimmering cloak over reality
And be glad to live a lie

Was Jim wrong
in not feeling sad
In deceiving himself
with what he never had?