when you talk

It is not an arduous task
to find words
that convey thoughts.
It is to find those which
do justice to silence,
that bridge those
awkward introductions,
that make friends with foes,
which are severe
and gentle, at once
It is not about finding
the right words, or is it?
It is about finding the courage
to mean them.

easy love...

eyes that delved in yours,
now closed.lips stained
in morning's fog craved yours,
warmth leaving them faintly begged
a passage,as you laid me
to a mossed wall of an empty home.
tender thighs twisted and locked
you reassured, my trembling waist,
and gazed at me as if I were a firefly
I merely basked, in your easy love.

little thought...

How little I thought
of afternoons, nights and days,
a silent bed and by me, I will lay
of many a spring's dusks,
lost among the shadows I would search
of drunken lusts,wails of past
as I tried to play a flute of rock
how little I thought
of what I need
of what I can dream

Let it rain!

let it rain!
let it rain!!
let it fill the drains
and the plains,
chill the walls
of the skies
and tell you
heavens cried.

let it rain!
let it rain!!
let it bring
life back to us, again,
let the frogs chatter
in those puddles of water,
and grasshoppers zzzz's be a pain.

let it rain!
let it rain !!
let its wail tell us again
- "see those bubbles at my drops end?
that's life for u my friend"

Just go on!

if life seems a race
and you are fighting for breath
if nothing's in control
and things are falling apart
you don’t have time
to look around
-sigh at those disapproving frowns,
if you have fallen down,
far too many times
tasted sweat, sour mis-luck
you are only going too fast
and that is good !