The wings are mine

I had them small, I had them and just had them here,
They were nurtured, they were taught to open up and fly,
I fluttered them with all my efforts, to take a flight
I flew, I fell, I tried and learnt to spread them wide

Now I take flights up and high, I take flights across my dreams
I know where to come back from, I know where to touch them all the way
I know my tender nest awaits, I realize the strength that fades away
But as I say, the wings are mine, to spread on the rainbow lanes

The wings are mine to reach the skies, they are my dreams awake each day
The wings are mine to fly till the rainbow hails my skies all along
The wings are mine to rest in the nest at each dusk to wait for dawn
The wings are mine to start a new way, with each dawn kissing my horizon.

A Tribute to Time !!!

At times you are winged and fly away,
Sometimes I wonder how you are the biggest healer,
You are the one who comes back as memories,
You are the reason behind the smiles and the tears.


You are the companion of us, more than ourselves, 
You are the power to define death and the birth,
All times each conversation revolves around you,
You are the time to hurry up and the one to relax.


You are part of all jokes, you are form all philosophies,
You are the weakness of the man, you are his strength,
You are a shapeless, formless driver of this earth,
From the formation of the universe till its end, you hold it on.


You are the right times, wrong times and testing times,
You are the past, present and the future of us, 
You are the science, no virtue and no theory,
Dear Time!! All times everywhere its your story !!!

My share of Dreams !!!!

Sooner or later but I have lived upto my dreams,
Like a bird measuring the sky, is the limit set for them
When their wings droop, the shade of thy womb rewinds again
Brakes are put, breaks i take, but the sips of water breathe air
the feelings of success may not be the happiest but are happy
The surrender to almighty is thy meaning of each dream
the tenderness is hidden under the nutty shell
that smile is half a mile longing for the race
the time is going to knock..when the wings will take the flight.
My wings I will spread..holding my dreams knocking the sky
No arrow no launcher..will catch the eye..when they will fly

No Answer I have

As the pinks of spring drain in the streams, 

The sun shines cheering all the greens ,

As the burns become too many, the droplets come down,

Appeasing and calming the blisters of the warm walks

The colors are soon added with the brights all around

But are a preface of the quietness of white knocking soon.

As my pen moves across the lines, thoughts cloud my mind

My heart realizes and sorts so many answers all together

Asks when you know the seasons change for a reason too big

Why do you shy away from the autumns and summers

Why not pedal harder towards the spring each time !!!

An year in the beauty Land - Japan

Time is a stream, one can never hold,
Life changes in seconds, one can never realize,
One can never peek into the destiny's bag,
What comes next, what's best I never knew,
It's a tide, that swayed me miles across,
When the eyes opened, I had a smile travelled,
An experience of lifetime, a turner to me,
An answer to my prayers, friends for future,
A life teaching me for a better tommorrow,
A place that made me its from heart,
A land which is my second home,
A big thank you for letting me be in your land - Love u japan !!!

The Snowy Aizu

Mornings are blessed with the white petal shower
They are all sent from the heaven with lot of power
The winds try to take them away, and a game they play
Watching them create a beauty my eyes on window lay
At times the earth sips them in and awaits more
At other times cuddles them and says send some more
As my hat turns white so are the hats of all huts around
My face blooms as the falling petals come to my hands
The beautiful formations of icicles take my breath away
The trees have turned their leaves from orange to white
The grounds is adamont to let me put my feet firmly on it
The rice fields are sowing ice now,like the carpet over them
The woods I see on the hills are now all white
The pearls kiss my umbrella as I walk to admire the angels
I bid them a smile, as I see another color out of their mother's brush