Friday 12 August 2011

I AM THAT ‘HE’...


They say the ocean’s deep and mysterious,
But then who holds the courage,
To dive and explore its depth?
To get wet, to take the step alone,
To face their biggest fear,
To talk when no one can hear.
Most just cry and whine,
How would you know the taste?
If you don’t touch your lips to your wine.
What is wrong, what is right?
How may they judge,
When there are no rules of life for them to write.
He walks in the rain,
So no one can see him crying,
It’s easier to find one self,
When you are alone and naked in your own eyes.
No curtains, no shame, no secrets, no lies,
Much easier once you give up trying.
He will be a king someday,
A king of hearts, for the numerous he won and lost,
Dad said-“what’s the use to be one tomorrow,
If you can’t live as one today”,
He has no destiny, no aims,
No aspirations, no expectations.
He just has a gift,
Bestowed upon by thee,
To explore and enjoy a simple human life,
Measured in tick tocks of clock, you call time.
Yes I am that ‘He’,
The man whose hands had no lines,
One who fell for long black hairs, then pretty red lips, n then for those hazel eyes,
 The man who sold his heart for a dime...

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