the past is a present

the taste of water
the smell of the air
the feel of the wind
and a touch so rare

the compassion of a beloved
the awkwardness so near
the greeting of monsoon
that fills up the hair

a space to be in
somewhere i belong
i look forward to christmas
for father christmas i long

where is the man
the one who incepted me
threw me in the gutter
how wondrous was he??

learning from his deeds
i promise to enrich
compassion in my heart
and wisdom in my feet..

Memories unto death

Looking down the road, I hear them call
I see everything, yet I see nothing at all
Memories of those cries, behold in my ears
The cool summer wind does not stop my tears

Running away from myself, I look at the sky
Someday I know, I too will die

As I pass the kids, I remember my childhood
Hiding behind trees, carving dreams in wood
Laughing carelessly, running around
Jumping and singing in that same playground

Old memories it brought to me
I too went along, hoping to find that same tree

Memories of my past, linger in my head
Someday I know, I too will be dead

Not bothered about the world, we were like butterflies
Hoping from one place to another
Taking with us sweet memories
Unaware of the thin line that turns them into tragedies

The sound of the car door I distinctively remember
A thousand deaths I used to die
Not knowing what would happen next
Only wanted to run away and cry

Wondering if he would come home each day
Crying, for no fights we would pray
But when I used to hear the car door
The fear in my mind ran astray

It took years to find my identity
Abuses of different kind
Life embarked on a new journey
A journey which was a daily ‘trip’

Memories of my past, linger in my head
Someday I know, I too will be dead

Closing my eyes to reality, I wander on the freeway
Which god is it, the one who’s going to take me away?

Faces

looking back at the past
there are faces that i see
faces that haunt me
faces that made me, me!!