Friday, June 29, 2012

TIME



As bud blooms with time,

A wound heals in time.

As time it takes to build,

It takes time to wilt.

A news of some dread,

A time for it to spread.

At times one can hide,

The true colors inside.

A time for joy ride, 

With love and pride.

In time I say it heals,

A time for past to seal.

Time stops for none, 

Until your day is done.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

A TRANSIT


With every step I take.
With every move I make.
With every trust that break.
With every tear I shed.
With every fear I had.
What all the things I dread.
Made me strong instead.
In every time I fall.
At times I hear your call.
Made me do recall.
Life here in this world.
Is just a transit for all.

Monday, June 25, 2012

TO CRY OUT LOUD


A hidden need inside my soul.

A need for me to cry out loud.

A silent wish, which wants to come out.

Hardly knows, when to get out.

Day and night, restless it waits.

Inside my eyes, to fall out straight.

The pressure it puts, is so hard to raise.

I wish It get rids, so I can too rise.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

TRY AGAIN





.Although there is too much rain

.Though life has gone into drain

.Never give up life in vain

.Try again though you have pain

.You can beat up you just can

.Never let go of your gain


Friday, June 22, 2012

BEAUTIFUL LAKE



As I lay here all awake.
Thoughts were of the beautiful lake.
The time we spent there on our break.
Marching together with handshake.
Talking laughing fun we make.
Awesome time we can’t get back.

One Day At A Time



Life’s lessons are hard to learn.
Like spend is easy yet hard to earn.
Whether respect or just money.
Wealth and health food or honey.
There is no one who is spared.
All have problems some are scared.
It’s a talent to deal with fine.
If it’s taken a day at a time.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

My Chubby Cheeks




In my mind’s eye, I see a lovely face.
A smile and a blink makes my heart race.
The light illuminated is that of a star.
Not a single line neither any scar.
Ambiance when around is like a gentle breeze.
Hardly able not to, give a hug and squeeze.

Betrayal



Skin full of wrinkles, hair full of grey.
Age fifty two, in heart twenty five.
With shades of color, they hide the grey.
Although married, they do betray.
What they want is, strong in flesh.
A little witty, and something fresh.
Gifts, food and toys to make them love.
Sometimes money, just to keep them stick.
In worldly fun, they forget to pray.
I feel so sorry, coz they are prey.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

BLESSINGS



Things all that we want.
Things all that we have.
One or the other, some may not even have.
A roof as a shelter, and so much to eat.
A cloth just to lay down,with no one to greet.
A loaf of bread, with chocolate and honey
Not just a coin, or even some money. 
For Some are blessed with, only a day.
It is just a blessing, to live another day.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Why Do I



One at a time, a wave hits the shore.
Thoughts come to mind, which makes me shiver.
Although there is, just no one around.
Why do I have, your thoughts to surround.
No hint of why, my heart feels so blue.
I wish I have, for all this some clue.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Just As I Thought


Just as I thought, It reached to an end.
Just as I thought, my heart seem to mend.
Just as I thought, I knew to pretend.
Just as I thought, things too can amend.
Just as I thought, I too can spend.
A joyous life without such fond.
Just in that instant, thoughts flash back to mind.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Despite The Silence


A need to be held, so close with trust.
A need to be felt, the soothing zest.
Emptiness felt, when not around.
Makes my heart go, round and round.
The eyes that gives, a soothing bliss.
Makes me blue, and always miss.
Though I hide, my thoughts inside.
Despite the silence, in heart you reside.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

AWESOME KNIGHT

 
 
 
A story of a girl who dreamt of a knight.
Fell for a gigalo without her might.
His life like a hive with so many wives.
For him not enough, though ten or five.
A call of a granny can make his day.
A penny from a nanny can make him play.
Though saggy or old, though big or small.
Count doesn’t matter, beside or by phone.
The more they are, for him it gets better.
A life with a gigalo, for some is fine.
But what she says, “Just not my style”.

A Beautiful Day



A garden full of blooms, a sky full of hues.
Rare is the sight, which sends such fumes.
Winds that gust, and waves on the shore.
Make one jump up, with fun and adore.
Clouds of rain, drizzles on the ground.
Drop by drop which makes us surround.
Such a lovely scene, though rare it is.
A day to be together, a day this is.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

CLOSE AT HEART

 
 
 
 
 
Away from home I spend my time.
Smiling, laughing and making friends.
Day and night though on rides.
At some point though good at hides.
Thoughts of them does fill my eyes.
With unshed tears which kept aside.
Hardly able to reside.
Aimless it falls on my cheek.
A piece so priceless to me they weigh.
Afar and away though they may stay.
Close at heart forever they stay.
 

©2009 Bliss | by TNB