If Only...

Behold the world deep within, the

Craters of this wretched Earth,

Cries out with Pain, screams in Agony.

Oh Mother Earth why art thou Red?

The dripping Blood of your Kids, whose

Bleeding body lies above- Unmoved, Unclaimed!

Void of Life, sans Smile, they all look alike,

Men in war Immortalised eternally as its Victim.

If only, you had not fought

If only, You knew the hidden truth

If only, You had listened to your souls

Oh Young Brave men, thy bravery in vain,

The Blood you shed fills the Earth,

Turns my Mother Earth to a Shameful Red!

Haunting Memories...!! )))

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Written on 19 apr 2009 at 0215 hrs, after thinking about Neha

my First Love who I am sure is happy and enjoying her life,

somewhere, someplace with someone.

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It seems but yesterday, when we first made love

But those moments of Joy, come fresh in my mind

Remember the lawn, the tall green grass

And the huge bed in which we lay all day long

Your fingers played with my hair

And my hands stroked your lips

And the doorbell that would send shivers up my spine

Hoping against hope, I would pray -" Oh God Not her DAD "

Those sweet little 'Nakrayz' and even sweeter moans

"Oh God","Oh dear" - wonderful awesome it was.

But then you left me, you chose someone else,

you soon got married and now have kids

Oft, I wonder, how nice it would have been

You and me, together, forever !

well I have No Complaints, No Sorrow, No Grief,

But that which haunts me are those sweet memories

Those blue green eyes, those rosy lips,

That tiny fingers and ofcourse your voice

I dont know what it is - Maybe Infactuation

But I cant stop thinking, dreaming about us

For though they seem yesterday, they are fresh in my mind

Memories, sweet memories But all in vain !

God--- My saviour !!!

This feet of mine that walked through filth

Loved this world and its ways

And so it smelled with stench like rotten flesh

with sores and blisters and boils of sin

This very feet, O lord you have cleansed

Not with water but your sinless blood

And as I Pray this little prayer

you mend my ways, remove all thorns

That I may spread your message of love

So help me Lord, my saviour Prince

Help this sinner pay back his due.