Under the green sods lay, lay, lay

I saw the people say and say

His time had come, he ran his race

We hope he is in a better place.

My friends who have tender hearts,

have better learned to show their parts.

While the quadrille on their hands,

They, the least concerned about the funeral.

SREEEJITH

EC-7

www.jeetsbce.wordpress.com

When i was alone,
I wished to have you by my side.
Along the thorny roads i traversed,
Hoping to meet you at its end.
The end was reached, i found none,
But the arms of loneliness embracing me.
It held me tight ,caressing my hair,
For once i knew how heavy my heart was.
Time did fly to places unknown,
I got a friend solely to be mine.
Still, when my end was near,
I hoped for a hand to hold mine tight.
It remained a hope, a wish,
Because you never came along….

When needed you were always there

sumeone  i realised would always care..

ready to see what the future might bring

we’ve been together in every little thing

think of you while lying on my bed

wondering if there was anything i could have said,

I love you more than you know

just wish ,didn’t  have to let you go..

miss you more and more each day

there’s so much more we have to say.

Always wanted you close to me

you think i care ,when people see?

MY LOST LOVE

BELOW THE HEAVENLY ABODE

I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED SOMEONE TRUE

TO FONDLE FROM MY SOUL WITHIN

UNCONDITIONALLY AND THROUGH

WISHED,I HAVE ALWAYS FOR

SOMEONE TO SHIELD ME,TO PROTECT ME…

TO SHELTER ME FROM THE UNKNOWN

AS NOONE AS EVER DONE BEFORE

REACHED WITHIN THE THE WOODS

THE GLEAM OF SUN RAY

EXPECTANTLY…YET NOT,

CAME HE THE SAME WAY

I SAW HIM,I FELT HIM

DID HE? I NEVER KNEW…

I REMAINED HAPPY & THAT ALWAYS

BELIEVING HE DID TOO…

Why is that everything changing,

nothing that remains under my belt.

Why do I feel desperation here,

no one listens to me so much clear.

Why don’t those days venture today;

I felt proud on head that day.

No questions, no arguments under me,

I was the God and my word was the will.

My anguish could turn thee in danger

but now, everything changed in the manger.

Who cares for me or my word

I have been rusted as the sword.

life is a show case…..

anonymous said…..

true????

show(S) are going.

real

unreal.

grab the real ones…

u may be a millionaire…

but when life’s a ‘case’?!

face the unchallenged ones….

‘case’ them in your mind!

explore

experience

fight n Survive…….

what is your life????

is it a word only?

change it dear…

for u are the creator….

or

you are perfect???

sense it…

its just like an equation….

need to correct it someday..

attune the real You

So close You are to my heart, my friend,

So am I sure You know that well,

Or didn’t You know that fact so far,

That You are a part of my life my dear…

.

I have kept my heart’s door open.

Walk forth and make my heart’s floor blossom;

For years and years have I waited for that-

Precious moment when you be mine..

.

Get in and close the door soon,

I’ll get a brand new lock of love;

And lock that door and make you safe-

Stars falling down

Sky’s blue ever

Sun’s shining high

People happily jostling

Here and there

How came i here

Was it my destiny?

Stood i with my arms stretched out

And received was i into this place

Didn’t want to be here

But made to be here

Can i escape

This living hell

Wish i could

But this too late

For this my fate

Thought i at first

But today looking back

Can see how this fate

Turned into mate

As the day sings
of the new moon,
And the sky sings,
of the green fields
My dreams bids Goodbye
to the rythms of sorrow……….

The darkness of life surrounds me
Guiding my soul to misty dreams…..
where the beats of the brook
touches the fine shining earth

I see the redness of rose
I see the blueness of sky
I see the greenary of wild
I see the flash of thunder
But there’s an empty path
Sighting the falling leaves of autumn
Reminding me of my twinkling mates..

Love – the eternal law of nature,

which develops, in every creature.

It is the foreman of our heart,

With it, should no one be hurt.

The mother loves her child,

Without caring for the yield.

The sister loves her brother,

Without any brother.

It should never be forborne,

From the heart should it be born.

Love – it creates a feeling of Sanguiness,

Also it gives way to kindness.

It is neither ironic,

Nor very sardonic.

It can never be forecasted,