If I am gone

A song, made from a poem, that someone special wrote for me. Hope you like it.

"If I am gone."

What if you wake,

On some random day;

How'd you feel if I was nowhere to be seen,

If I didn't stay?

Maybe in the night,

Or maybe early morn,

How'd you have felt, If I packed up and went?

If someday, I am gone.

Would you be sad?
Would you be happy?
Would you feel let down, or forlorn?

Would you feel bad?

Would you be angry?
If you woke up, and I'm not home?

If someday, I am gone?

What if you'd seen,

My bed was unslept,

My slippers were cold, and all my things still there?

And only I had left.

What if I leave,

As a new day's born.

Don't follow my lead, cause you have to carry on.

If someday, I am gone.

Would you then cry?

Would you be silent?

Would you remember, and would you mourn?

I hope, in time,

I won't be forgotten,

If you woke up and I'm not home.

If someday I am gone.

If someday I am gone....

My Darling

"My Darling"

You're walking beside me,
With moonlight in your stride.
You're the breath of my good fortune,
You're the apple of my eye...
And you may think you're not that different,
But I know you're special to me,
And believe...

My darling, my darling,
You're the reason for my smile.
I know that life is hard now,
But we'll make everything allright...
You've given me faith and hope,
And you've taught me how to hang on.
My darling, when you're with me, I know,
We cant ever go wrong...
. . .

Whether lying down, together,
Or just talking away time,
 You're the little lump of joy,
In this gray world of mine...
Even when you're not around me,
My mind; it feels safe and secure,
Cause it knows...

My darling, my darling,
You're there in my heart.
It'll stay like this forever,
Even death won't do us 'part...
You give me hope and faith,
 You're the reason I'm as strong.
My darling, when we're together, be sure,
We can never go wrong...
. . .

Everyday, I wake up with a smile,
'Cause I know that you're right beside me.
Every little thing you do, is liberating,
You're a key to the care locked inside me...
I'll always be with you, believe what I say,
I wouldn't have things any other way.
Through quarrels, and joy; frown and care,
Whenever you need me, I'll be there...

So, my darling, my darling,
Let me wipe off those tears.
Just take my outstretched hand,
And discard your silent fears...
Lets forget all this sadness,
And like we've done all along,
We'll bring us through and never let go,
And together, carry on...

:)

The child.

Its about the kid in all of us. Enjoy. :)
 
The child.


Tiptoes on the mortal earth,
Footsteps on the clouds.
There's a child who wanders,
Roaming all around, now.

 She crawls across the oceans,
And she slides across the seas.
Untouched and un-molded,
By our doubts and miseries.

 Her eyes have the freshness of,
Morning dew...
She is alive, in both, me an you.
 
You might think that we've, 
left her behind...
But she still lingers in our grown-up minds.

She's the child of our youth,
She's an unspoken truth, 
We haven't part.
She resides in our heart.
 . . .
 

 A little frame, a solemn smile,
The color of innocence.
She's the little part in us that,
Makes us feel we're blessed.

The moments we had with her,
Brings back the golden times.
Remember all the games we played,
And memories, each sublime.

Her laugh has the magic of,
A silky breeze...
She's the wind, and we're the whistling trees.

 You might think that we've, 
let her go...
But she's with us, though you might not know.

She's the child of our youth,
She's an unspoken truth, 
We haven't part.
She resides in our heart.
. . .
:)

An ode to...

This is a poem that I wrote when I went to Khardah, where my Grandfather's house is, and visited some  places that  Grandpa and I used to visit, when I was still little. I agree that this poem might not be technically very good, but it is filled with nostalgia of the highest order.
:) 

Btw, it's the place mentioned is Khardah Ganga-ghat (Adjacent to Kathiababa's ashram)

This is where I belong,

The child inside of me.

This is where we've cast,
So many golden memories.

I remember life, when we were here.

So very simple. Easy, wonderful, and pristine.

We'd hitch a ride together, to the grazing fields,

Where you'd play your harmonica amidst the green,

Sitting under the cool shade of some unnamed tree,

I'd listen and be merry; more than I had ever been.

The meadow grass was always warm and wet.

On which we'd play, sing, fight and even cry.

I never really thought that each kick of the ball,

Would someday bring back tears in my eyes.

I never realised when those days went past us,

Never gauged how fast time flew us by.

. . .

This is where resides,

My innocent, childish soul.

Left in the name of maturity,

And the excuse of growing old.

The old temple grounds, was often the spot,

For secret picnics, skipping school. And though,

I'd always get caught, and even you were scolded;

We both would laugh about it, after a week or so.

We stuck together through thick and thin. And now,

They're my memoirs of 'us'; and I won't ever let go.

We'd sleep on the mounds, we'd swim in the river,
Life was fresh, like the scent of the monsoon air.
Whether staring at stars, or racing our cycles,

Whenever I needed, you had time to spare.

You taught me to listen, and taught me to learn.

I could live freely, because you were there.
. . . 

The world thinks your gone, but you're immortal for me.

Because you now reside, in my heart and memory.
Your words and your thoughts, still guide me along.

Everything that you taught has made me as strong.

I remember your smile; and it still makes me secure,
As I stand where you taught me, everything that I know.

And this is where we parted ways,

With a promise, to meet again.

This is where I learned to face,

Every little ounce of pain.

This is where I've grown up.

And as I always, do believe.
Here I was born, unto myself,

When you taught me how to live.

Hope you all liked it 

The Scar

This is the third song of the little compilation of poems/songs called "The Elementals"
First song in the the series was: "The Timefarer" Which was a song about a person who is a neutral to the world, and is a mere watcher of events.
The second song was called "The Singer" Which was about a girl who does not belong to the mortal world.
She controls the happiness and joy of the people in the world, and is the main reason for mirth in everyone's lives.
 

This song, is called, "The Scar" It's about a symbiot of a being, who feeds of all the illness of this world.
He is the product of our hate and rage, and he is stronger than ever.

The Scar.

The scourge of the land.

The badge of the damned,

The abandoned; the deserted, and the hurt.

The master of disdain.

A poster child of pain,

He is the scar on the face of our Earth.

Limping in his stride,
Arms are open wide.
He's grinning in dismay.

He whispers, hear him say...

"Paint the world with a bright shade of depression,
And blame the world for emotional recession.
Refrain from regret and self-confession.
Yeah.... 
Tread on the lines of blunt hate and denial,

Away from acceptance, or the walls of survival,
Diverge from the flickering light of revival...
 

And act like you don't see, what we've turned out to be."

. . . 

A dark angel in disguise,
The preacher of demise.
Teacher of dissent and sullen rage.

He is the shadow of,

Trust, care, joy and love.
He's the patron saint of the modern age.

He's walking on and on,
His soul grows even strong,
As faith grows small, and weak,
Hear him, when he speaks.

"Paint the world with a bright shade of depression,
And blame the world for emotional recession.
Refrain from regret and self-confession.
Yeah.... 

Dwell on the emotions both fake and hollow,
Share the fear of an impending tomorrow,
Fill the sky with tunes of misery and sorrow.
Yeah...

Tread on the lines of blunt hate and denial,

Away from acceptance, or the walls of survival,
Diverge from the flickering light of revival...
 

And act like you don't see, what we've turned out to be."

. . . 

My December

"My December"

The things we took for granted.

The ones that gave us pain.

And moments never wanted,

We see them once again.

Is this how its supposed to be?

My life in winter rain.

Alone, and drenched, and drowning, 

In emotions unexplained.

And yet,
It would seem to you,

That I'm happy, and I'm sure.
Inside four homely walls.
With my future, safe; secured.

But I,

I'm looking through the window,

With silent screams for help.

Looking at a world; wet and cold,

That I've carved out for myself.

It's my December. My December,

Lies been pouring all along.
I'll make myself a shoddy shelter,
From all the things that I've done wrong.

It's my December, My December.

Moments I can't seem to face,
And memories meant to be forgotten,

Come take me away, in a cold embrace.

. . .

The skies are getting darker.

Faith lies six feet deep.

My heart is numb and heavy.

And my head, it begs for sleep.

The winter chill surrounds me,

As my skin begins to break.

I guess I'm still searching out,

Reasons for my mistakes.

And yet,
It would seem to you,

That there's sunshine on my back.
Inside four homely walls.
And my dreams are still on track.

But I,

I'm looking through the frost,

In a sullen state of mind.

Looking at my world; wet and cold,

And I'm trying my best to hide.

From my December. My December,

With no time to stop and speak.

Of repentance, and assurance,

Love is lost, and hope is bleak.

It's my December, My December.

Moments I can't seem to face,
And memories meant to be forgotten,

Come take me away, in a cold embrace.

 . . . 

Maybe

"Maybe"




Welcome to my life.
This is where I have arrived.
Everyone who ever cared and loved.
This is what they've been contriving of.
 
My mind, where I belong,
My judgment of whats right or wrong,
Where flickers the spark of realisation,
Where reality breaks into imagination.
 
Its all a part of what I am.
The people I've met, everywhere I've been till now .
Nothing ever goes, according to plan,
But in the end, it all adds up somehow.
 
And maybe that's what living is.
Walking along, Amidst scars and celebration.
Through deserts of joy, and oceans of sorrow,
And reaching a wonderful destination.

. . .


I've never got what I've ever wanted.
Or thats the way we'd all like to see it.
Cause you never get what you don't deserved.
Neither in war, and never ever in love.
 
And in my chest, a beating heart.
That brings us close but sets apart.
Which taught me how to hate, and care.
And emotions dipped in 'la contaire.'
 

Its all a part of what we are.
No matter where we've been, or where we are now.
Nothing ever goes, according to plan,
But in the end, it all adds up somehow.
 
And maybe that's what living is.
Walking along, Amidst scars and celebration.
Through deserts of joy, and oceans of sorrow,
And reaching a wonderful destination.
. . .

:)