Me....

There's more to me
than what you see.
behind a quiet face
lies a sea of insanity.

I am
like those feelings,
that find no expression.
like those few words,
that have no definition.

like...
The depth of the ocean
you never discovered.
Like those mountain tops,
Which were never conquered.

Like...
those fine and tiny
grains of sand,
which when held, find a way
and escape through your hand.

What you think of me
might be just your imagination.
For that might be a mirage
perhaps just an illusion


Dont go by my looks
For looks can deceive.
The truth is not always
what your eyes perceive


Yet I am, like the rest
just a face in the crowd.
A tiny dot on the earth,
A perfection that is flawed.


Do not try to find me,
Do not understand me.
Let me be a secret,
let me be a mystery.....

On a wing and prayer....

(picture courtesy:www.mrm.org)

He keeps his face to the sun
he hopes,
it will be better.
He knows he'll survive
on a wing and a prayer

Like a sturdy mountain,
he stands unfazed
in the face of rough weather.
He knows he'll survive
on a wing and a prayer

He'll find his way
around giant rocks
As does flowing water.
He knows he'll survive
on a wing and a prayer

He'll break free
from those mighty shackles
He'll break the tether.
He knows he'll survive
on a wing and a prayer

For he who looks up to Him
and hangs on to faith,
will be blessed forever.

He will survive ......

on just a wing and a prayer.

(During World War One airplanes were still a novelty and untested in war. A "wing and a prayer" was first uttered when an American flier came in with a badly damaged wing.

His fellow pilots and mechanics were amazed he didn't crash. He replied he was praying all the way in. Another pilot chimed in that "a wing and a prayer brought you back."

that is when the phrase..'wing and a prayer' originated.)

Close your eyes, keep your mind wide open....

Close your eyes
and look at the world.
Its full of magic,
here, mysteries unfold.

You can fly if you want,
You can catch the stars.
Build castles of gold
and gates of silver bars.

You can dance with angels
You can hold their hands
You can dine with fairies
carrying magical wands.


You can hop on the clouds
Go for a ride.
With the sun gleaming at you,
and the moon by your side.

So dream a dream
you'd want to live
For everything could be yours
If only you believe.


Close your eyes
keep your mind wide open
Live your fantasies
before you awaken.


......was inspired by the quote "Close your eyes keep your mind wide open" in the movie 'bridge to terabithia'...and the movie itself.....

Someday......

Someday you'll see,
the love behind those eyes.
That they weren't lying
you will realise.

someday you'll value
the words she said.
For they weren't mere letters,
they bore her heart beats instead.

Someday you'll feel
her gentle kiss.
when your lips are parched,
in search of the perfect bliss.

Someday as you walk,
you'll long for her footsteps.
You'll miss those imprints in sand,
In your loneliness.

Someday her single tear
To you,would mean a lot.
When She'd be away, defeated
in the battle she fought.

Someday you'd wish,
you hadn't walked away.
That she'd still be with you
by your side, this day.

getting started!

Although I am not much of a poet i do like writing and reading poems.When I started blogging,my first post ever was a poem.So instead of leaving this blog to die with no posts on it....i thought of getting my blog started with a poem too.Here's a blast from the past;)...i.e. one of the first poems on my first blog 'the seventh world' And of all the poems that i've written,this one still remains close to my heart....

A night of broken dreams and the morning after...


She thought she’d hug him,
When she meets him…
She’d cry in his arms
And never leave him.

She'd whisper in his ears..
tell him that she missed him.
and he'd whisper back to tell
that he felt the same.

He'd strum the guitar
and play her favorite song..
she'd hum to the tune..
and swing along.


There wouldn't be lights.
only the moon would glow..
there won't be anyone around
except their own shadow.


They'd then walk alone
on an empty street..
silence alone would be talking
leaves kissing their bare feet.


But little did she know
there was a twist in the tale..
that she"d go terribly wrong..
that her plan would fail.

In the midst of nowhere
she was standing all alone;
facing the reality
where she was forlorn.

Someone had smashed
her rose tinted glasses..
the ground beneath her feet slipped..
her world reduced to ashes.


She took a while
to pick up the pieces..
'coz it was ages since
in a desert , she found an oasis.


It was a night of a broken dream
that left a taste so bitter.
But the night she knew would pass.....
she feared..... the morning after.

this is where i blog.....

pj....blogs here....
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