Archive for July, 2007

Posted on July 29, 2007 - by rdilipk1

If Tomorrow Never Comes

There are moments in life when we feel, only if we could do everything we wanted today itself. What is “Tomorrow never comes”? This is a poem I wrote, one such evening when I felt so…’, ‘

Today,
I stretched my hands far along
And I yearned to embrace the air with my arms,
To feel powerful as a colossus,
”Coz, if tomorrow never comes.

Today,
I spread my hands wide apart
And took a leap far above into the sky,
To reach far across so high,
”Coz, if tomorrow never comes.

Today,

Posted on July 22, 2007 - by rdilipk1

I see her at times

The shadows in life can be seen at the same time on some peoples face and behavior. The face of a woman is probably the best mirror to it. An ode to the strongest power on earth-the woman…’, ‘

I see her at times,
There sitting lonely,
Nothing she utters nor, whispers,
A statue so so, stonily,
And I wonder what she is,
Wordsworth”s “Solitary Reaper”,
Or, is she, “The lady of the dark”.

Her face narrates stories lot,
And her smiles sing songs a lot,
A melancholy tune at times it is,
That sadness had brought,
And then a tune so happy,
That no teachers ought taught.

Posted on July 14, 2007 - by rdilipk1

My Garden

The kind of people you meet in life is varied. Some has negatives and some have positives.I led a small team in the company I worked and this poem is about those team members….,

Posted on July 9, 2007 - by rdilipk1

The Picture I Paint

We come across lot of pretty faces in our life. But when we look through them we find that they are so ugly that it seems better to keep them inside your heart locked away from the world.

When the sun is half-set,
And the tides in the ocean are high,
When the sky is painted orange,
And the chariot of darkness begins to fly,
When the birds are flying back to their nests,
And the earth slides into the blanket of evening to rest,
I”ll paint a picture of you,
A picture of you, with no colors,
With no strokes and no brushes,
I”ll paint you without a canvas,
Without a shade and without a pencil,
You as beautiful as ever,
No wrinkles and no scars,
As bright as the moon and friendly as the stars,

Posted on July 1, 2007 - by rdilipk1

Sleeping Child

What is the safest place to be on earth? It is a ”Mother”s arms”. The warmth and affection you get there can be found nowhere. I wish I could spend my life there. A poetry dedicated to all the mothers in the world.

I wish I were a sleeping child,
Sleeping in the arms of a mother,
Feeling the warmth of her embrace,
Her hands, shells to me smother,
A shell as secured as that of an Oyster,
Her lips singing a lullaby,
A song as sweet as honey,
Singing me the wonders of the world,
Taking me far from faces not crony.