November..

The birds in the yard,
the dreaming cattle,
dancing tulips,
murmuring bees,
everything except me smells life..


I can't remember my past,
neither my eyes see the day next,
nor I live every moment..


All I know,
its moments..
tiny moments..


Its November,
Its full of green in my eyes..
Its November my dear friends,
yet another sweet time of the year..


Hold my hands,
as we walk on these sea shore,
let me not wander for diamonds..


I love sand grains..
because, I remember you..
every time they escape from my hands..


how many times I wanted to say,
words deep from my heart,
but...
I thought, 'words doesn't matter'


I let open the cage ,
let the words fly,
let them dance in the air,
let them cry in front of you,
and let me not be shy..


Let me embrace you,
with my words,
& let me say,'I love you'
because its November,
yet another sweet time of the year.

Special Note to Shravan: Dear Shravan, you have always been an encouraging man and I know that you know how great it is to be so.More and more names are being added into the list of people who are gonna smile when they remember you..
Thank you so much..take care.

Eternal...

Eternal... By Slow Processor.
This blogger is from Mysore, who has the poetic ability and i love her works. and this post comes as a celebration post, following the 555 days of existance in the blog world.


I have no face
Nor you have one
I am a deep sigh
You - a warm touch

Choking a tune of pain
Sat our life
On an ailing bed…

Then came a bouquet of love
I’m your shade
Waiting outside a dream
All stories are the same

In the busy street of life
we could never meet
for, I have no face
Nor you have one

Death never take lives..
Taken away are our masks
it is light ever after
For our souls
alive or not,
All stories are the same!